<?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-3427491118470282967</id><updated>2012-01-27T03:22:13.070+08:00</updated><category term='The Pacific Breeze'/><category term='Issue003'/><category term='Heart of Europe'/><category term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category term='Maileen Pacio'/><category term='Issue015'/><category term='Issue015-Fiction'/><category term='Issue009'/><category term='Issue018-Fiction'/><category term='Issue018-Essay'/><category term='Nalen Aguilar'/><category term='Lens and light012'/><category term='Anne Mifa'/><category term='Jess Remoto'/><category term='Issue018-Poetry'/><category term='Habib Macarampat'/><category term='Nebz Bandiez'/><category term='Alex Flores'/><category term='Issue002'/><category term='Anne Samaniego'/><category term='Maria Dasalla'/><category term='Cleofe Templonuevo'/><category term='Bhing'/><category term='The In-Between012'/><category term='Issue016-Fiction'/><category term='RJ Pagoto'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Issue014'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Kristian'/><category term='Jose Tan'/><category term='Carnation'/><category term='Ann Santos'/><category term='Essay'/><category term='Gracia'/><category term='Issue005'/><category term='The In-Between011'/><category term='Lens and light010'/><category term='Yanah'/><category term='Issue013'/><category term='Ms. N'/><category term='Maria Claudette Caluban'/><category term='Lens and light'/><category term='PEBA'/><category term='Dominador Manuel'/><category term='A Journey in Faith'/><category term='Pepe Cabrera'/><category term='Culturally Asia'/><category term='Arvin Bautista'/><category term='Cover'/><category term='Whynotpat'/><category term='The In-Between010'/><category term='John Ronel Gil'/><category term='Issue015-Lens'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='Issue015-Faith'/><category term='Issue012'/><category term='Issue014-Poetry'/><category term='Issue004'/><category term='Rose Marie'/><category term='Naira Trono Lottner'/><category term='Janelle Vales'/><category term='Dahn Jacob'/><category term='Chep Del Valle'/><category term='Zeb Sarmiento'/><category term='Ning Bonaobra'/><category term='Lens'/><category term='Issue015-Essay'/><category term='Annalyn Salangsawa'/><category term='Animus'/><category term='Issue011'/><category term='Issue017-Poetry'/><category term='Issue018-Lens'/><category term='Rex Bathan'/><category term='Naughty Corner'/><category term='Fr. 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font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► See sidebar for list of articles this month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-8430456427451165603?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/8430456427451165603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain-ulan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8430456427451165603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8430456427451165603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain-ulan.html' title='RAIN | ULAN'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3529029901310788845</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.107+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:58:55.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Humbling and Enriching</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y winning in PEBA was a humbling experience because my blog feted with equally wonderful blogs (some of them I even consider as better written than mine), most of whom are authored by people I consider as friends in the blogosphere.  What came after winning PEBA was a far more enriching episode in my blogging life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremendously enjoyed Batch 2009 of PEBA basically because of my interaction with fellow nominees.  It was also encouraging because I knew that people were reading my entries, commenting about it, linking it in their own blogs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a high time of my blogging experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like that Energizer Bunny on uppers. I don't think of what to write because thoughts just flowed incessantly. And the kinds of what I write about during that time were varied -- from seeing an ant to disposing advises about relationships to providing tips on responsible blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blogging life during PEBA, and my winning in 2009 was only an icing to the proverbial cake.  The meat of my PEBA experience was in having a blogkada with Pinoy bloggers around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post-PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I won PEBA, I immediately changed my header.  A big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a change in style. Whereas I constantly write thrice a week, my frequency slide down from three to nil a month. A big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I no longer update my blog, I lost touch with my blogging friends.  Another big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for PEBA contenders and would-be winners:  Win or lose, stay as grounded as you are.  And keep blogging and interacting with fellow bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the winners of 2009 also had a hand on TKJ (The Kablogs Journal). It was a labor. It was of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor because we had to come up with series of articles on a monthly basis. And boy was it really difficult because I primarily lacked the sociability of Bing Comiso (hat's off, Bing, Charlie, Rose, Kiko, et al) in ensuring that articles trickle every month's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of love because the process of publishing articles was not easy. Had to source articles from other bloggers, edit their contributions, proof-read it for errors, lay it out, link it, etc, etc. As my friends in Saudi jokingly tell me:  &lt;i&gt;Dinuguan ang trabahong 'yan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a fulfilling job until I finally begged off to give way to the new TKJ editors for 2011.  It was a sound decision because TKJ now has more readerships than when it was first published during our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, guys, and don't ever think we don't read you. Janelle of Pink Tarha and I do (and I'm sheepishly grinning while rubbing two hands together with a witchy hihihi laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, PEBA. It was an enriching experience that Isla de Nebz will forever remember and keep in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat po at pagpalain nawa tayo ng Panginoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Nebz is a self-confessed 'kuripot'.  He doesn't wear a wristwatch and never will you see him with a jewelry. He currently lives in Kuwait where he works as, to Nebz's own words, 'an office slave'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3529029901310788845?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3529029901310788845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/humbling-and-enriching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3529029901310788845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3529029901310788845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/humbling-and-enriching.html' title='Humbling and Enriching'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4065829785074237696</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.106+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:16:25.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Gitara Mode sa Tuwing Umuulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hayzzz tag-ulan na naman,&lt;br /&gt;mabuti pa tumigil na lang ako sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;at magpatugtug ng gitara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara samahan ninyo ako…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;// Popup window codefunction newPopup(url) { popupWindow = window.open(  url,'popUpWindow','height=240,width=320,left=950,top=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=no,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no')}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:newPopup('http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=30454542&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;loop=1');"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="624px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2xr6OsgWYI/TpYSrLEQbvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qBCkym5Q6ro/s650/TKJ-Guitar.png" width="250px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/OnDu-YeJ/Huwag_Na_Lang_Kaya.html" target="_blank" title="HUWAG NA LANG KAYA - True faith"&gt;HUWAG NA LANG KAYA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Click the title to Download Mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko ay magpakilala sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;At ipahiwatig ang nilalaman ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Mauunawaan mo kaya&lt;br /&gt;O baka sampalin mo lang ang aking mukha&lt;br /&gt;Nagdadal'wang isip lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na lang kaya&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na lang kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko ay ialay sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso ko na umiibig sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di mo na yata kailangan ng ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon ka na yatang kasintahan&lt;br /&gt;Naninikip ang tiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na lang kaya&lt;br /&gt;Huwag na lang kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di mo na yata kailangan ng ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon ka na yatang kasintahan&lt;br /&gt;Naninikip ang tiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/IpzBDH2k/Alipin.html" target="_blank" title="ALIPIN - Shamrock"&gt;ALIPIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamrock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Click the title to Download Mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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;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 nariring &lt;br /&gt;Sayong yakap ako'y nasasabik... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sa iba &lt;br /&gt;Sayo ako ay hindi magsasawa &lt;br /&gt;Ano man ang iyong sabihin &lt;br /&gt;Umasa ka ito ay diringgin &lt;br /&gt;Madalas man na parang aso't pusa &lt;br /&gt;Giliw sa piling mo ako ay masaya &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 nariring &lt;br /&gt;Sayong yakap ako'y nasasabik... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;Pilit mang abutin ang mga tala &lt;br /&gt;Basta't sa akin wag kang mawawala &lt;br /&gt;&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;Sayong yakap ako'y nasasabik &lt;br /&gt;Pagkat ikaw lang ang nais makatabi &lt;br /&gt;Malamig man o mainit ang gabi &lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sana iparating na ikaw lamang &lt;br /&gt;Ang siyang aking iibigin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/30X2YBnW/Kahit_Maputi_Na_Ang_Buhok_Ko.html" target="_blank" title="KAHIT MAPUTI NA ANG BUHOK KO - Apo Hiking Society"&gt;KAHIT MAPUTI NA ANG BUHOK KO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apo Hiking Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Click the title to Download Mp3)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tayo ay matanda na&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di tayo magbago&lt;br /&gt;Kailan man, nasaan ma'y&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang pangarap ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makuha mo pa kayang&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y hagkan at yakapin, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang pagtanda natin&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong lang sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Ako pa kaya'y ibigin mo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit maputi na ang buhok ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Ang 'yong buhok ay puputi na rin&lt;br /&gt;Sabay tayong mangangarap&lt;br /&gt;Nang nakaraan sa 'tin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakalipas ay ibabalik natin, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Ipapaalala ko sa 'yo ang aking pangako&lt;br /&gt;Na ang pag-ibig ko'y laging sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit maputi na ang buhok ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental:&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Last stanza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit maputi na ang buhok ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga libreng Mp3 bisitahin lang po ang &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovethisong.blogspot.com" target="_blank" title="iLoveThi'Song™ - it autoplays…"&gt;iLoveThi'Song™ - it autoplays…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4065829785074237696?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4065829785074237696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/gitara-mode-sa-tuwing-umuulan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4065829785074237696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4065829785074237696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/gitara-mode-sa-tuwing-umuulan.html' title='Gitara Mode sa Tuwing Umuulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2xr6OsgWYI/TpYSrLEQbvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qBCkym5Q6ro/s72-c/TKJ-Guitar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-224320090679078734</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.101+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:17:34.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Lens'/><title type='text'>Obra ng Kalikasan sa Dalampasigan (pagkatapos umulan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a tuwing nabibigyan ako ng pagkakataong makapagbakasyon sa Pilipinas, partikular na sa probinsya ng Daet, Camarines Norte, palagi kong sinisiguro na nabibisita ko ang &lt;i&gt;Bagasbas Beach&lt;/i&gt; na nasa Brgy. Borabod, lalong lalo na pagkatapos umulan. Dito ko kasi nakikita ang mga kakaibang obra ng kalikasan na kung hindi &amp;nbsp;natin pagtutuunan ng pansin ay hindi natin makikita kung gaano ito kaganda. Kahit na ang mga payak na bagay na kung ituring ng iba ay isa ng basura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong Agosto 13, 2011, nabigyan muli ako ng pagkakataong masilayan ang kagandahan ng dalampasigan. Sino ba namang mag-aakala na ang simpleng paglalakad sa dalampasigan ang magbibigay sa akin ng ibayong kasiyahan? Marahil masasabi mong mababaw ako dahil sa mga mumunting bagay na ito na aking nakunan ng larawan. Ngunit dahil sa mga ito, nagkakaroon ako ng kakaibang pagkilala at pagpapahalaga sa nagagawa ng kalikasan pagdating sa mundo ng potograpiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narito ang ilan sa mga larawang kuha ng araw na nabanggit, ang araw na aking sinamantala upang masilayan ang bukang liwayway at ganda ng dalampasigan pagkaraan ng ulan. Hindi ba't ang mga simpleng bagay ay nabibigyan ng kakaibang ganda depende sa &amp;nbsp;anggulo at tamang pagpitik ng kamera? At habang pumipitik ako ng kamera, maraming bagay ang sumasagi sa aking isipan at naihahambing ang ilang mga bagay sa ating buhay bilang isang TAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mga munting bagay na kapag iyong napagtuunan ng pansin ay may sariling angkin na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;kagandahan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;katulad nating mga mortal na may kanya-kanyang angking talino at kakayahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeBNHR9Rts8/TlfGa1nLf-I/AAAAAAAAEag/jKJZS1joyg4/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9dMXhcD7c/TlfGIOs4XjI/AAAAAAAAEaY/l1kGQ7YQ-PQ/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06VsQxYrUWk/TlfG4NahwwI/AAAAAAAAEao/XVqccXRHcHQ/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nskatjMihTQ/TlfGoCePr4I/AAAAAAAAEak/8OUp9uOUajU/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHQV_qIZaoM/TlfG_ycCdJI/AAAAAAAAEas/kYfR2ktKJLQ/s1600/obra+sa+dalampasigan8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHQV_qIZaoM/TlfG_ycCdJI/AAAAAAAAEas/kYfR2ktKJLQ/s400/obra+sa+dalampasigan8.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ang buhangin ay nagmistulang isang &lt;i&gt;canvas&lt;/i&gt; at ipininta ng tubig at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hangin ang anyo ng &amp;nbsp;isang punong lagas ang mga dahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPgMkDaYEzY/TlfHRsi7NUI/AAAAAAAAEa0/YVbwUNoBC9c/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgKsb1nRiV8/TlfHJ71-2II/AAAAAAAAEaw/Ugaj88bvAws/s200/obra+sa+dalampasigan3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;habang ang liwanag na nagmumula sa kalangitan ay nagbibigay ng tanglaw&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sa ating paggawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ntsa1bha4/Tlg0-x_evaI/AAAAAAAAEa4/-gko4EgABeo/s1600/bagasbas+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ntsa1bha4/Tlg0-x_evaI/AAAAAAAAEa4/-gko4EgABeo/s400/bagasbas+5.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;habang ang mga ulap ay nagbibigay ng lilim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at ang sariwang hanging ay hahaplos sa inyong pandama..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3XZB6Ae9bs/Tlg9GD7DDeI/AAAAAAAAEbI/qqqUPh_91v4/s200/bagasbas+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzudkBVKzIs/Tlg2ZRPKD_I/AAAAAAAAEbE/rFQqqRSJI4E/s200/bagasbas+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;upang ipaalala na sa bawat pagtatapos ng ulan ay kasunod nito ang bagong pag-asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwyhYtrx_Ls/TljYDsiHXmI/AAAAAAAAEbM/F71bezT3Llg/s1600/Sunrise++at+bagasbas+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwyhYtrx_Ls/TljYDsiHXmI/AAAAAAAAEbM/F71bezT3Llg/s320/Sunrise++at+bagasbas+014.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kaibigan nasubukan mo na bang pahalagahan ang mga mumunting bagay na iyong nasisilayan sa dalampasigan? Kung hindi pa, tara na at iyong masdan ang ganda ng obra ng kalikasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ang mga larawang ipinakita sa itaas ay mga&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;low resolution copies&lt;/i&gt; lamang at ito ay mga straight out of camera. Salamat sa aking maasahang kamera na Canon EOS 500D, Lens: Sigma 18-200mm, manual mode. Gumamit rin ako ng CIR PL and ND4 filters sa ilang larawan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Lens"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t3Wr40lGA/TXkL5l9vEEI/AAAAAAAABbE/alvWfv2DGxo/s150/lensTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Lens and Light" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Misalyn is a proud Bicolana and an OFW presently residing in Al Ain, UAE. If you wish to see some of her photos, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.alaincitydailyphoto.com/" style="color: #336699;" target="_blank" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-224320090679078734?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/224320090679078734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/obra-ng-kalikasan-sa-dalampasigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/224320090679078734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/224320090679078734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/obra-ng-kalikasan-sa-dalampasigan.html' title='Obra ng Kalikasan sa Dalampasigan (pagkatapos umulan)'/><author><name>JTG (Misalyn)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6e6xmRd514/TtCa6pa01GI/AAAAAAAAFTM/wL4egslvWJw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeBNHR9Rts8/TlfGa1nLf-I/AAAAAAAAEag/jKJZS1joyg4/s72-c/obra+sa+dalampasigan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Camarines Norte, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.125656301865373 122.98261566162114</georss:point><georss:box>13.789209801865374 122.55741066162113 14.462102801865372 123.40782066162114</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3908691766017260517</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.100+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:16:42.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rialyn Diaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Hiling sa Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtangis ikaw ang nariyan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Bawat patak mo’y kasabay ng paglisan ng buwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="Hiling sa Ulan" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znWjphSniV8/ToNC51Mv2HI/AAAAAAAAAz0/in6uMT7vR0o/s1600/Hiling-sa-Ulan.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Hiling sa Ulan"&gt;&lt;img height="620" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znWjphSniV8/ToNC51Mv2HI/AAAAAAAAAz0/in6uMT7vR0o/s620/Hiling-sa-Ulan.png" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Patak, patak, patak&lt;br /&gt;Tila nakakabingi ang iyong himig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patak, patak, patak&lt;br /&gt;Sa kalsadang madilim ika’y nakamasid at nanlalamig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko ba’y ika’y titila na,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Dampi mo sa aking katawa’y tila parusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhos, buhos, buhos&lt;br /&gt;Animo’y ika’y laging may dalang unos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhos, buhos,buhos&lt;br /&gt;Damdami’y umaapaw sayo’y umaagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Sayo ako’y sumasamo’t humihiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Pawiin mo sayong pagdaloy kalungkutang kinimkim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan…&lt;br /&gt;Ulan…&lt;br /&gt;Ulan…&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ako’y iyong pakinggan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Rialyn, also known as iya_khin on blogsphere is an OFW from Dubai, UAE. She frequently writes about her daily musings in &lt;a href="http://susulatako.blogspot.com/" title="When She Cries… She Writes"&gt;When She Cries… She Writes&lt;/a&gt;. She's one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with her Entry &lt;a href="http://susulatako.blogspot.com/2011/08/sulat-totoo.html" target="_blank" title="SULAT TOTOO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SULAT TOTOO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3908691766017260517?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3908691766017260517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/hiling-sa-ulan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3908691766017260517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3908691766017260517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/hiling-sa-ulan.html' title='Hiling sa Ulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znWjphSniV8/ToNC51Mv2HI/AAAAAAAAAz0/in6uMT7vR0o/s72-c/Hiling-sa-Ulan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-706803383461012385</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.099+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:16:18.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kay dilim ng gabi, at kay lakas ng ulan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila ba nakikisama, sa aking nararamdaman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungkag ang damdamin, pagod ang aking isipan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa sakit na paulit ulit, sa ala ala ng nakaraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="Night Rain" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tgkw/1340565887/sizes/o/in/photostream" target="_blank" title="Night Rain"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQAhXFyicK4/Tm-Ra04aXBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lJK9n6YpKQ4/s500/Night-Rain.png" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[image from flickr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing pumapatak, mga luha sa aking pisngi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ulan lamang ang siyang nagsisilbing saksi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakabibinging katahimikan, sa lalim ng hatinggabi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan sa piling mo'y lunurin, mga kirot sa puso'y ikubli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan, bumuhos ka, sa bisig mo'y iyong yakapin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdurusa ko'y iwaksi, ako ay iyong kalingain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayaang bumuhos, luhang nakatago sa damdamin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat patak mo, lungkot ko ay pawiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kay sakit mag isa, anino lamang ang kapiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan kaya sa buhay ko, may pag asang dadating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan kaya sisikat, ang matingkad na bituin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang buhay ko ngayon, kay pait at kay dilim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa piling ng ulan, sa labas aking natatanaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhay na nakaraan, naglalaro sa balintataw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit na dulot nito, unti unting inaagos, inililigaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upang sa pagtila ng ulan, pag asa'y muli kong matanaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/wassemandmarizcelle" title="Facebook Profile"&gt;Marizcelle Puertellano&lt;/a&gt; is a new blogger focusing her subjects on her personal experiences and hidden emotions. Her writings usually reflect her personality. She is the owner of &lt;a href="http://dakilangmanggagawa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="ReInA EmOtErA's AdVeNtUrEs In HoLy LaNd"&gt;ReInA EmOtErA's AdVeNtUrEs In HoLy LaNd&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://reinaemotera.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Casa Del Reina Emotera"&gt;Casa Del Reina Emotera&lt;/a&gt;. She is presently working as a private caregiver in Israel for almost 7 years now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-706803383461012385?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/706803383461012385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/706803383461012385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/706803383461012385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ulan.html' title='Ulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQAhXFyicK4/Tm-Ra04aXBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lJK9n6YpKQ4/s72-c/Night-Rain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3877945688001022663</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.097+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:15:43.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Saksi ang Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saksi ang ulan. Siya ang nakakaalam ng mga mahahalagang detalye ng buhay ko. Siya ang kasama ko sa bawat lungkot, saya, galit, lumbay at pagsubok sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;anda ko pa noong bata pa ako. Ang pag-ulan ang ang inaabangan naming magkakabarkada. Basta't dumilim na ang kalangitan at unti-unti ng pumatak ang tubig ay handa na kaming magsaya at magtakbuhan sa kalsada. Alam namin na madami kaming pwedeng laruin kapag umuulan. Masayang magpakabasa noong kabataan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang ako ay naguumpisang lumaki at sa aking pagtuntong sa pagbibinata, ang ulan din ang nakasama ko. Pinagalitan ako ng aking ama dahil di ko daw sinusunod ang mga utos niya. Sa mga panahong iyon, akala ko'y ako ang laging tama. Inalis ako ng bahay at naglayas. Sa gitna ng ulan ko pinilit pahupain ang galit ko. Ang butil ng tubig ang tumulong sa akin na malaman ang aking kamalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ulan ang nakarinig ng una kong pag-iyak ng dahil sa pag-ibig. Umuulan habang iniisa-isa ng babaeng mahal ko ang kapintasan na nakikita niya sa akin. Habang nadudurog ang puso ko ay siya namang lakas ng pagbuhos ng ulan na nagtatanggal ng mga luha sa mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="Crying in the ran" href="http://fanatic007.deviantart.com/art/Crying-in-the-Rain-79412336?offset=10" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Crying in the ran"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiEC3cVU1WE/TpqVENLzTbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/29LKDiVkXSw/s320/Crying-in-the-rain.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang malakas na ulan ang tanging nakakaalam ng sikretong ligayang naganap. Sa kasagsagan ng malakas na ulan sa probinsya, ako kasama ng aking kababatang itago na lang sa pangalang Lily. Pareho kaming basang-basa sa ulan at parehong giniginaw. Sa silong ng puno ng mangga naganap ang unang karanasan sa pagpapaligaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa gitna naman ng bagyo ako nagkaroon ng pagsubok. Kailangang isugod ng aking napangasawa sa ospital. Pumutok na ang panubigan niya at malapit na daw niyang isilang ang aming magiging anak. Walang masakyan kaya pinilit kong buhatin ang asawa at nagmamakaawa sa dumarating na sasakyan na tulungan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko yun lang ang pagsubok na madadanasan ko kasama ng ulan. Mali pala ako. Kasabay ng malakas na kulog ay siya naman palang pagbawi ng buhay ng aking mahal na asawa.  Kasabay ng kanyang huling paghinga ay ang pag-iyak ng aming munting anghel. Buhay ang kapalit ng isang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko lubos maisip na ang ulan din pala ang makakakita ng aking pamamaalam sa aking anak. Sa madulas na daanan, kasabay ng pagsalpok ng sinasakyan sa isang malaking puno; aking niyakap at prinotektahan ang anak ko. Sumasawa sa patak ng tubig ulan ang dugong unti-unting kumakawala sa aking katawan. Kasabay nito huling halik ng isang ama sa anak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author: Khanto of "&lt;a href="http://khantotantra.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Kwatro Khanto"&gt;Kwatro Khanto&lt;/a&gt; is a random blogger, KaBlogs Journal subscriber, an anime lover and a master of none who works as a phone support engineer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3877945688001022663?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3877945688001022663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/saksi-ang-ulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3877945688001022663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3877945688001022663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/saksi-ang-ulan.html' title='Saksi ang Ulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiEC3cVU1WE/TpqVENLzTbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/29LKDiVkXSw/s72-c/Crying-in-the-rain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3429327250020946841</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.096+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:15:24.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>When It Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ack in grade school, I remember anticipating the golden voice of the radio announcer at 5:00am, especially during the monsoon period. The declaration of “no classes” would instantly send me back to bed and off to dreamland.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have developed a strong liking for the rain since then.   Amidst the sweltering tropical weather, rain is a welcome respite that can be both calming and rejuvenating. It is the only time that I get to layer my clothing close to the way the Korean Fall/Winter collections look. It is the only season where wearing leggings in its various incarnations is sartorially tolerable. Suede boots and pseudo-trench coats may cause a cringe or two but they are catching up pretty fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blame it on globalization that has made it accessible, hence prone to abuse. And whether you are a trendsetter or a fashion slave, the umbrella remains the ultimate accessory.  I must admit that I carry a mini umbrella in my bag wherever I go. It has become my source of comfort the way that a piping hot champorado (chocolate porridge) eases my worries away. I believe that the rain brings about that, a quiet feeling of warmth and relief that makes one serene and sentimental.   I cannot count how many romantic movies I have watched where a couple runs under the rain, professes their undying love for one another, and exchanges a passionate kiss until the scene fades or pans up. (Not necessarily in that order.) It is a clichéd formula yet its magic never fails to capture my wandering thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The element of rain adds that much needed drama, nostalgia and overall fuzzy feeling that all hopeless romantics anticipate. And then we fall in love all over again.  In reality though, running under the rain could be exciting or troublesome depending on how you look at it. I did experience running umbrella-less a few times before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One time, the storm’s heavy downpour sounded like corn pellets being thrown onto the ground. But once I took shelter, I noticed how such a chorus made every other sound switch to mute. And ironically, every loud tap of the rain became my soothing rhythm. Never mind the drenched clothes, migrating mascara (well, not all water-proof brands are reliable) and soaked up shoes. I felt safe.  As I write this, there’s a drizzle outside my window.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is music to my ears. I will probably laze around for a few more minutes, make that instant champorado mix that has been calling my attention since I first typed the word here, and snuggle back to bed. But then again, maybe I’ll just watch that Dear John movie for the nth time and wait for the romance-under-the-rain sequence.    Rain, rain, please don’t go away. When it rains, I feel reassured.     The author longs for that fine rainy day when a cute guy would take shelter under her umbrella. She remains to be a hopeless romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;The author is still trying to improve on her Mandarin skills. The Pinyin words used here are based on how she pronounces them, thus their spelling may not be accurate. &lt;a href="http://www.whynotpat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Grace Under Pressure"&gt;Grace Under Pressure&lt;/a&gt; features the author's real experiences, both mundane and otherwise, when she was still based in Singapore as an OFW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Author: &lt;a href="http://www.whynotpat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Grace Under Pressure"&gt;Grace Under Pressure&lt;/a&gt; features the author's real experiences, both mundane and otherwise, when she was still based in Singapore as an OFW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3429327250020946841?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3429327250020946841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/when-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3429327250020946841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3429327250020946841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/when-it-rains.html' title='When It Rains'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2721539308846325355</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.095+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:15:05.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Ibang Klaseng Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Iba ang ulan dito.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; Hindi niya mapigilang mapa-buntong-hininga. Nakatingala siya sa langit at hinahayaang pumatak ang ambon sa kanyang mukha. Pakiramdam niya ay nababasa hindi lang ang kanyang mukha kundi pati ang kanyang diwa. Lumalaki na ang mga patak kaya't nagtatakbuhan na ang mga tao. Kanya-kanyang silong ang mga ito sa mga waiting shed, ilalim ng puno at sa malapit na gazebo ni Mariang Banga. May ilan na tumatakbo, nakatakip ang bag sa may ulo kahit na hihigupin din ng bag ang tubig at mamaya ay mababasa ang laman nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;agtataka pa rin siya kung bakit walang ni isang tulad niya ang tumitigil para maramdaman ang ulan. Hindi ba nila alam na, “Iba ang ulan dito.” Ngumiti siya at hinayaang dalhin siya ng sariling isipan sa mga dahilan kung bakit nga ba kakaiba ang ulan sa Elbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang ulan sa Elbi, mapagmahal. Hindi iilang beses na nakasabayan niyang umuwi ang isang magandang babae dahil sa pasaway siya at hindi na kasya sa bag niya ang payong na binigay ng nanay niya para daw gamitin kapag umuulan. Galing sa bangko ang payong na iyon at kasya ang apat na malalaking tao. Mabigat at parang tungkod. Hindi naman niya gustong magdala ng labis pa sa dapat niyang dalhin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantiko siya tulad ng kanyang ama, na ang sabi, “Sa ilalim ng isang payong kami nagsimulang magmahalan ng mama mo.” Kaya malakas ang sampalataya niyang sa ilalim ng isang payong, matatagpuan niya ang tunay na pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang ulan sa Elbi, malakas ang dating. Hindi iilang beses na tinangay ng ulan ang mga foldable na payong ng mga estudyante. Hindi iilang beses na naging tulad siya ng mga iskolar na tumatakbo na ang bag ang ginagamit na pamprotekta sa ulan. Pero nang mga huling taon, natutunan niyang magdala ng jacket para gamiting pamprotekta hindi lang para sa kanya kundi sa kasalo niya sa tag-ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang ulan sa Elbi, naitatago ang mga luha. Sa tuwinang gusto niyang pigilan na ang sarili sa pag-asa tungkol sa payong at sa pag-ibig, umuulan. Walang patos un. Kaya minsan pag meron siyang minamahal, natatakot na siya sa tag-ulan. Lagi na lang kasi, tuwing magsisimula ang pag-bagyo, wala na siyang kasalo sa ilalim ng payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil pagkatapos ng ulan sa Elbi, maraming bahaghari. Mahirap makakita ng bahaghari sa siyudad. Mausok, maitim ang langit at madalas ay natatabunan ang bahaghari ng liwanag ng mga nagtataasang building. Hindi makabuo ng hiwaga ang araw at mga ulap. Nahirapan siyang mabuhay sa lugar na walang mga bahaghari. Nawalan na rin siya ng pag-asang makikita pa niya ang ginto sa dulo niyon. Wala iyon sa siyudad. Wala iyon sa ibang bansa. Wala un sa ibang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito un, nandito kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sira ka talaga, nagpapaulan ka na naman.” Hindi na niya maramdaman ang ulan. Nang imulat niya ang mga mata ang nakangusong mukha ng kanyang mahal ang bumungad sa kanya. Berde ang payong nito. Laging berde ang payong nito. Ilang berdeng payong na ang nabili, nasira, naiwala at naitapon nito. Lagi itong  may payong, lagi siyang walang payong. Lagi itong nagagalit kapag nagpapaulan siya. Hindi niya naiisip na ang kaibigan niyang may malaking pantalon, maluwag at panlalaking t-shirt pala ang babaeng magiging kasalo niya sa lahat ng tag-ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang umalis siya at nanatili ito doon, nagturo sa libo-libo pang mga iskolar na ayaw maulanan. Nangako siya sa sarili na babalik ng ilang beses pero hindi naman niya nagawa. Nang mapagod siya ng paghabol sa mga nawawalang bahaghari, ito ang kanyang binalikan. Lagi kasing ito ang unang nakakapansin ng mga iyon. Ngayon, hindi na siya matatakot kapag tag-ulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;a href="http://pinaywriteroraldiarrhea2.blogspot.com/p/pinaywriter-profile.html"&gt; Pinaywriter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me from elementary you were allowed to call me by my real name.&lt;br /&gt;If I met you in High school and in UPLB, you knew me by my last name. Unless you're one of the few odd balls I allowed to call me by my other sweeter nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;If you met me in the call center industry, you knew me by my last name with an e.&lt;br /&gt;If you met me in the Online English industry then you knew me as Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me in Eduplaza, then it's Natasha for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you met me online I am UPLBCHIC or Pinaywriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► She's one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 Nokia Essay Writing Contest with her Entry &lt;a href="http://pinaywriteroraldiarrhea2.blogspot.com/2011/05/nokia-family.html" target="_blank" title="NOKIA FAMILY"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOKIA FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2721539308846325355?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2721539308846325355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ibang-klaseng-ulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2721539308846325355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2721539308846325355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ibang-klaseng-ulan.html' title='Ibang Klaseng Ulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7414469073348877746</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.094+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:14:51.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annalyn Salangsawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Payong</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Buhos na ulan, aking mundo’y lunuring tuluyan,&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng pag-agos mo di mapipigil ang puso ko…&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw ka nang hindi tumatawag o nagpapakita. Wala ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong magalit pero wala akong karapatan. Hindi naman tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong magtampo pero iniisip ko &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;para saan?&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, wala namang kapupuntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a loob ng halos walong buwan na araw-araw kang nandiyan, biglang parang hindi ka nangyari sa buhay ko. Unti-unti kang naglalaho na parang may nagawa akong hindi tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galit na galit ang langit at kanina pang alas-sais ng gabi nagsimulang umulan. Nakikita ko ang mga tindahan na isa-isang nagsasara. Gustuhin ko man, hindi ko magawang pagdesisyunan na isarado na lamang basta ang tindahang pinapasukan ko. May mga ilang rolyo pa ng film na kailangang i-develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito, sa tindahang ito madalas tayong magkita. Halos araw-araw kang nakabantay pagkatapos ng iyong eskwela. Dumating na sa puntong napagalitan ako ng supervisor, pero matiyaga kang dadaan para kahit saglit makausap ako, mahatnan ng miryenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayon, may isang linggo na yata noong huli kitang makita. Ayoko man aminin sa sarili ko pero hinahanap ko ang iyong presensya. Parang may kulang sa araw ko. Parang may hindi tama. Minsan naeengganyo na akong pumunta sa inyo, tanungin kung nasa probinsya ka ba, o nagkasakit o tinamaan ng kidlat at namatay na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, ang hirap maging babae. Kailangan mong hintayin ang susunod ng hakbang ng lalaki kung pwede mo lang silang itulak, kung pwede mo lang sabihing &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Oo na&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, kahit wala pang panliligaw na nagaganap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang minuto pa, kailangan ko nang magsara ng establisyementong ito. Wala akong payong. Malakas pa rin ang ulan. Nagsisimula ng bumaha sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susuungin ko ba ang ulan? Lulusungin ang baha sa labas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawalan na ng kuryente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babagtasin ko ba ang daan mag-isa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tatawagan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringggg. Ringgggg. Ringggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Hello.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Hello. Alam ko na. 'Wag kang umalis. Dadating ako. Wala kang payong diba? Dadating ako. D'yan ka lang.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampung minuto lang sakay ng traysikel ang layo ng tindahang ito sa bahay ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaminin ko. Kumakabog ang dibdib ko sa ginawa kong hakbang. Hindi ko alam na ikaw ang sasagot ng&lt;br /&gt;telepono na parang inaasahan mo ang pagtawag ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan ako. Kinikilig. Eksayted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumili pa ako ng chiklet masigurado ko lang na mabango ang hininga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaasahan ko bang magsusukob tayo sa iisang payong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila masyado na akong nagiging mapangarapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Papatayin mo ‘ko alam mo ba yon?&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, nakangiti mong sabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun ang mga ngiting isang linggo ko nang inaasam. Suot ang basketball shorts at puting t-shirt, dala ang nag-iisang itim na payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makakasukob kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a alt="Payong" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C98HA3nLf4s/TpqSKTzHcVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/qrNNPV2Iy6c/s1600/PAYONG-TKJ.jpg" target="_blank" title="Payong"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPvZdNQAxvk/TpqSKaPQcZI/AAAAAAAAA04/LzSpqUiLUPQ/s320/PAYONG-TKJ-low.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngumiti ako kasabay ng isang tanong. Pakunwari, Mapangimbabaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Iisa lang ang payong?&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Hiniram ko lang kay Junior to. 'Wag ka ng mareklamo.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Ihatid mo na lang ako sa sakayan ng jeep, hindi ko lang magawang tumawid sa kabilang daan e.&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot akong mahagip…&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Ihahatid kita sa inyo.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyon ang huling mga salita na binitiwan natin pagkatapos noon, isang mahabang katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;Katahimikan mula sa oras na buksan mo ang payong hanggang sa marating natin ang sakayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katahimikan hanggang sa maswertehan na makasakay pa ng jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katahimikan hanggang sa lakarin natin ang daan mula sa kanto hanggang sa baryo namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabang oras ang lumipas. Wala akong naririnig maliban sa patak ng ulan at kabog ng sarili kong&lt;br /&gt;dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang iniisip nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong sasabihin ko mamaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawak mo ang payong, hawak ko ang payong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawang kamay na nanginginig sa lamig ng gabi. Sa wakas unti-unting tumitila ang ulan. Magkahawak&lt;br /&gt;ba tayo ng kamay o magkadikit lang ang mga palad natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binagtas natin ang madilim na daan, bahang abot hanggang tuhod, basa ang magkabilang balikat,&lt;br /&gt;pinipilit na huwag magkadiit ang mga katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong tanungin. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Ano ba tayo?&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang ibig sabihin ng mga pagdalaw mo? Ng pagbabantay? Ng mga ngiti mo? Ng tulad nito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ko nagawa. Hindi ko magawa. Babae ako. Masagwa na ako pa ang mauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na tayo sa gate ng bahay namin. Sa wakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago pa man ako makapagpasalamat, bago ko pa man matignan uli ang mga mata mo, wala ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binabagtas mo na muli ang madilim na daan, sa pagkakataong ito, mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Hindi kita maintindihan!&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; sigaw ko. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Wala akong maintindihan!&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumapatak ang mga luha kong ikinukubli ng hamog at dilim ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Huwag mo akong tanungin.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; sabi mo na nakatalikod sa akin. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;baka hindi ko masagot ang tanong mo sa&lt;br /&gt;paraang inaasahan mong marinig. Huwag mong isiping… hindi lang ngayon ang panahon natin.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa gitna ng madilim na gabi, hawak ng palad mong kasing init ng apoy ang mga pisngi kong nanlalamig,&lt;br /&gt;nararamdaman kong pinapahid mo ang luha at ulan na bumabasa sa atin, hanggang sa maramdaman ko&lt;br /&gt;ang mahinang kabig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong nasabi. Wala na akong nahibik. Sapat na muna na alam kong nag-aalala ka sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay na lang ako, hanggang sa sumikat na muli ang araw at magliwanag ang lahat sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ayie.marcos" target="_blank" title="Annalyn Salangsawa"&gt;Annalyn Salangsawa&lt;/a&gt; ay tatlumpu’t isang taon, nanay ng isang malikot na batang babae, kasalukuyang naninirahan sa Abu Dhabi, bansang United Arab Emirates kasama ng kanyang mahal na kabiyak at nanunungkulan bilang Kalihim sa opisinang gumagawa ng mga gusaling pang komersiyo.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Annalyn's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Annalyn%20Salangsawa" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7414469073348877746?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7414469073348877746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/payong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7414469073348877746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7414469073348877746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/payong.html' title='Payong'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPvZdNQAxvk/TpqSKaPQcZI/AAAAAAAAA04/LzSpqUiLUPQ/s72-c/PAYONG-TKJ-low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-5534926188256297373</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.093+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:14:36.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wind blows as the sky darkens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun peeps and hides uncertain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees dance in the gusty wind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petals torn and flown again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imodownload.com/track/27412" target="_blank" title="image from IMO download"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evtsEFMywQs/TprwcpMoF0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/teqQ08Rjq1I/s320/raincry.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning and thunder tear the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, fuming, enraged, and mad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand crystal falls into the ground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unearth bliss from the sorrow bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain had stopped and the sky is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun peeps before beamingly appear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is quiet and the trees are green,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers bloom and the scent is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A storm had passed and left a mark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etched an imprint in my weary heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength, courage, hope and love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm left me happy and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myyellowbells.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="My Yellow Bells"&gt;My Yellow Bells&lt;/a&gt; is a Filipino mom based in the United Arab Emirates. MYB is an online journal of her life abroad and everything else in between. Writing is one way she get to express her thoughts and share amongst us how it is to live and work in an Arab world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-5534926188256297373?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/5534926188256297373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/bliss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5534926188256297373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5534926188256297373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evtsEFMywQs/TprwcpMoF0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/teqQ08Rjq1I/s72-c/raincry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4737032325282279949</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.092+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:14:23.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>PEBA EXPERIENCE - PEBA 2010 Top 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;oong taong 2010, nakita ko sa blog ng isang kaibigang OFW ang kanyang entry sa Philippine Expats Blog Awards. Dahil doon ay naisipan ko rin na gumawa ng aking entry - &lt;a href="http://www.stayathomeblessings.com/2010/09/dalawang-mukha-ng-pag-ibig-ng-ina.html" target="_blank" title="Dalawang Mukha ng Pag-ibig ng Ina"&gt;Dalawang Mukha ng Pag-ibig ng Ina.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ganang akin, ang nais ko lamang ay mai-share ang kaunting aral na natutunan ko sa usaping pagiging OFW.  Hindi ko inisip na makakakuha ng award ang entry ko dahil kung titingnan ko ang poll voting result, eh kulelat ako. Ngunit laking tuwa ko ng makatanggap ako ng email mula sa PEBA na may award daw ang aking entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang kagalakan para sa akin ang makasama sa Top 10. Dahil wala ako sa Pilipinas ay isang kapamilya ang tumanggap ng award para sa akin. Ngunit isa sa bonus na aking natatamasa pa hanggang ngayon ay ang pagbisita pa rin sa aking blog entry na isinali sa paligsahan na ito. Salamat sa Diyos at sa PEBA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stayathomeblessings.com/2010/09/dalawang-mukha-ng-pag-ibig-ng-ina.html" target="_blank" title="Dalawang Mukha ng Pag-ibig ng Ina."&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKYTN0Gc7I/TprL5Xgx3PI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZqK8nyQrfPY/s320/PEBA-Top-9.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 10px;" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Stay at Home Blessings - PEBA 2010 Top 9&lt;br /&gt;OFW Blogger Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationallifequotes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Inspirational Life Quotes"&gt;Inspirational Life Quotes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyquiettime.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Mommy Quiet Time"&gt;Mommy Quiet Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.stayathomeblessings.com/" target="_blank" title="Stay at Home Blessings"&gt;Stay at Home Blessings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4737032325282279949?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4737032325282279949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/peba-experience-peba-2010-top-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4737032325282279949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4737032325282279949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/peba-experience-peba-2010-top-9.html' title='PEBA EXPERIENCE - PEBA 2010 Top 9'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKYTN0Gc7I/TprL5Xgx3PI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZqK8nyQrfPY/s72-c/PEBA-Top-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3326603252054341946</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.091+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:14:04.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><title type='text'>Mensahe Para sa Iyo  - PEBA 2010 Top 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mga Ka-Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ilang kinilala ang aking akda noong PEBA 2010, isa ito sa  magandang pangyayari sa buhay blog ko kung kaya naman hinihikayat ko  kayong makilahok na muli sa taunang patimpalak. Sa&amp;nbsp;nag-aalab nilang  layunin ay tulungan natin sila upang maipagpatuloy ng pamunuan ang  kanilang magagandang adhikain&amp;nbsp;gaya ng&amp;nbsp;pagtulong sa ating mga kababayang  OFW, pati na rin sa mga bata na sinusuportahan nila sa pag-aaral, gayon  rin ang pagkakawanggawa na likas na sa ating mapagkalingang puso.Hindi  lamang natin nakahihiligan ang pagsusulat, minamahal natin ito.  Pagkakataon mo na para ikaw naman ang kilalanin, at sinisiguro ko sayong  makabuluhan ang nilalayon ng PEBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong ibahagi ang video na ito tungkol sa aking akda noong PEBA 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/miFfZga9jig?version=3fs=0;showinfo=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0;autoplay=1;loop=1&amp;amp;color1=0xFF3333&amp;amp;color2=0xFF3333"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/miFfZga9jig?version=3fs=0;showinfo=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0;autoplay=1;loop=1&amp;amp;color1=0xFF3333&amp;amp;color2=0xFF3333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="281"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat at umaasa ako sa iyong pakikiisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jkulisap.com/2010/10/babalik-ka/" target="_blank" title="Babalik ka"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qykv5g_MJIk/TprGSeyPfkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zKLR9pSvYLM/s320/PEBA-Top-3.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 10px;" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Kayumangging Damdamin - PEBA 2010 Top 3&lt;br /&gt;OFW Supporter Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jkulisap.com/" target="_blank" title="Jkulisap"&gt;Jkulisap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3326603252054341946?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3326603252054341946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/mensahe-para-sa-iyo-peba-2010-top-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3326603252054341946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3326603252054341946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/mensahe-para-sa-iyo-peba-2010-top-3.html' title='Mensahe Para sa Iyo  - PEBA 2010 Top 3'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qykv5g_MJIk/TprGSeyPfkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zKLR9pSvYLM/s72-c/PEBA-Top-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-8216983994461085119</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.090+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:13:43.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>PEBA EXPERIENCE - PEBA 2010 Top 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a totoo lang wala pa akong masasabing fullfilment sa buhay. Kahit ilan taon na akong graduate parang pang-fresh grad pa din ang career ko. Maraming kapalpakan, in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napag-iiwanan na ako ng ka-batch at kakopyahan sa klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa ako ng blog para aliwin ang sarili ko. Wala akong balak i-share. Ako lang at ang multiple personality ko ang nakakaalam ang Blog URL. Gumawa ako ng mga short stories na ang mga experience ko ang bida. Hanggang sa nakornihan ako. Sulat ako ng sulat ng mga kapalpakan, wala naman akong ginagawang improvement sa buhay ko… So gumawa ako ng mga entry na pwedeng maging inspirational sa mga kagaya kong jologs. Kumbaga may makakarelate na sa sinasabi ko. Pumatok naman kahit paano sa mambabasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumali ako ng PEBA noong panahong tambay ako. Sumasapit ang hapon bago ko masuklay ang aking buhok. Napadaan lang ako sa blog noon ni Rose (Rainbowbox) para magshow ng support sa entry niya. Alinlangan ako sumali kasi may botohan. Wala naman kasing masyadong follower ang blog ko noon. Nagulat na nga lang ako na mag-second sa highest vote ang entry ko.  Nagpapasalamat ako kay Rose sa encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang tumatakbo ang contest, sinimulan ko na din maghanap ng trabaho. Sinimulan ko sa sarili ang pagbabago para naman makatotohan ang gusto kong iparating sa entry ko. Hindi dapat mawawala ang pagsisikap sa bawat tao dahil libre naman. Wala sa talino, galing sa klase, yaman o taas ng edukasyon. Lahat nakukuha sa pamamagitan ng pagsisikap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ng swerte kong makapasok sa TOP 4 ng PEBA nagkaroon na din ako ng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang ang sarili ko ang nag-improve, bukod sa nagkaroon na ako ng fullfilment nagkaroon pa ako ng way para makainspire din ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, lahat ng bloggers ay hinihikayat kong makibahagi para makapagbigay din ng inspiration sa iba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuyongtintangbolpen.com/2010/10/cellphone.html" target="_blank" title="Cellphone"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j02e7JGttn0/TprrU-pxY_I/AAAAAAAAA10/90CsQyVlFWw/s320/PEBA-Top-4.JPG" style="float: left; margin-right: 10px;" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Tuyong Tinta ng Bolpen - PEBA 2010 Top 4&lt;br /&gt;OFW Supporter Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuyongtintangbolpen.com/" target="_blank" title="Joel Laig"&gt;Joel Laig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-8216983994461085119?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/8216983994461085119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/peba-experience-peba-2010-top-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8216983994461085119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8216983994461085119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/peba-experience-peba-2010-top-4.html' title='PEBA EXPERIENCE - PEBA 2010 Top 4'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j02e7JGttn0/TprrU-pxY_I/AAAAAAAAA10/90CsQyVlFWw/s72-c/PEBA-Top-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2594567802397725464</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.089+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:13:29.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Laro</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tila tayo mga batang musmos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ulan ay naglaro ng lubos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga batang paslit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtampisaw ng pilit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpapatianod ng bangkang gawa sa tsinelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habulan sa gitna ng ulan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habulin mo ako,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takbo pa tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba’t kay saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung minsang mabalikan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga panahong nagdaan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarili’y mabigyang laya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhos ng ulan saglit na nawaglit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdaramdam na sadyang kay pait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halakhakan sa gitna ng ulan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaligayahang walang hanggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimutan natin ang lahat sa mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandaling bumalik sa pagkamusmos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandaling talikuran wag lamang lubos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa paghina ng ulan, kasabay ang balik ng lungkot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga ngiting napalis, mukha’y biglang nalukot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang laro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;About the Author : Midnight In Athens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2594567802397725464?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2594567802397725464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/laro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2594567802397725464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2594567802397725464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/laro.html' title='Laro'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-477344775310798702</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.088+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:13:14.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>RAIN…</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am ambivalent with regards to my emotions regarding the rain. I hate rainy days during work because of the wet sensation that sticks to your skin like a second skin that causes long hours of discomfort…and not to mention the fact that if I was unlucky, I’d get a cold after –and colds are hateful. On the other hand, from a poet’s standpoint, based on the virtue of romantic ideas – nothing beats the rain… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a double edged sword. As a student, I prayed for it to be strong when it came because it usually meant no classes. And rain meant we didn't go to the garden to till the soil. We had the day to ourselves curled up in our rooms and our blankets – and for me, it meant that I was in the company of my beloved books. But it was hated when it was not strong enough and that meant donning our ‘kapotes’ to walk the long road to school shivering from the cold and suffering the long day hearing the soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the corrugated roof lulling us to sleep and earning the ire of our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I started hating it more… Moving to the city of Baguio meant that rain caused the water to form dark puddles in the sidewalks and getting splashed with dirty sewage; wet shoes and bad colds… and in college it meant having to brave heavy gale winds because PAGASA is always getting the storm signal number wrong and our SUV riding university president did not suspend classes until he got wet even when all the students were soaked through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in my twenties, I hated it even more… it caused too many landslides in the northern part of the country – causing so many tragedies that continues to haunt my friends and the hardy people up north… We even got flooded in Baguio which is rather unimaginable – a mountain city getting flooded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all these, I also love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the popular song with the same title… it is often best to do one’s crying in the rain. And I cried a few times in the rain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out when one is sad into the rain and letting it soak through all your clothes while nursing a hurting heart is therapeutic. You can sob and cry gallons of tears and no one would be none the wiser. Granted that some people will look at you funny and some will actually see that you are crying, many will just assume you’re just some fool who’s left his umbrella behind. And that meant you can cry yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing beats running in the rain when you are happy, hearing the splash of your feet striking the surface of water pools and not minding it at all. To grin like a fool while raindrops tall like rivulets down your flushed face… those are the moments instead when you love the rain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget the fun we had as children playing in the rain, going under rain gutters to dare one another to get under the downpour. To run like crazy in the cold playing tag and splashing each other while laughing to our hearts contents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain did make plants grow and for a person like me who’s spent his early childhood going to the farm, there is no better friend than the early rains that soak into the soil causing the seeds to finally wake up from their slumber and sprout their green leaves gingerly upwards to worship the sun. And corn on the cob is best savored during the rainy season – nothing could ever beat that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up, of course and now I just reached my thirties. Watching the rain behind a window as it pours outside is a melancholic moment. It is a sad reminder for me that I am still alone and now that the tears don’t come as easily, the rains are my substitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky cries again… I always write that on my Facebook and Twitter accounts… my way of saying that I am sad inside and it is the sky that does my crying for me. I cannot go and soak in the rain now… I hide behind closed windows and a cup of coffee… but the sky cries again, indeed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more rains will pass me on my lifetime? How many more storms will I have to weather? Will I dance in the rain or will I curse it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the questions that remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Jani Domawa is one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with his Entry &lt;a href="http://elstupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/exodus-of-talent-3-going-back-home.html" target="_blank" title="The Exodus of Talent 3: Going back Home..."&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Exodus of Talent 3: Going back Home...&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-477344775310798702?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/477344775310798702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/477344775310798702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/477344775310798702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain.html' title='RAIN…'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-70809820989285552</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.087+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:12:58.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Sa May Bintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;alakas ang ulan ng gabing iyon. Tila nakikipaglaban ang ulan sa kung ano mang presensya ng ibang elemento sa paligid. Hindi papipigil sa pagbuhos, wari ko ba’y wala ring balak huminto. Kagaya mo lamang din na walang balak magpapigil sa iyong nais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Ipagpabukas mo na, pag-usapan natin ito ng mahinahon. Masama din ang panahon, baka kung ano pang mangyari sayo pag tumuloy ka&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, pagpipigil ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Hindi ko ikamamatay ang ulan. Wala na rin tayong dapat pag-usapan&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, ang nagmamatigas mong sagot sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tuluyan nang humulagpos ang mga luhang kanina ko pa pinipigilan sa pagpatak. Tuluyan ng naparam ang lahat ng pagpipigil upang hindi mo masaksihan ang aking pagkalugmok sa iyong nakaambang paglisan.  Nanghihinang napaupo ako sa malapit na upuan habang tahimik na lumuluha at nakamasid sayo habang inaayos mo ang iyong mga gamit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitsnaps.com/zoom/99623" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQikaw3peHs/TpsNvKFe2uI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vf8yuri3pKQ/s320/Window.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;It's Over.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; Sa dalawang salitang yan mo lamang tinapos ang halos 5 taon nating pagsasama. Sa dalawang simpleng salitang yan mo tinuldukan ang aking mga pangarap. Dalawang salita na kung tutuusin ay napakadaling intindihin pero kung bakit kay hirap tanggapin. Nabuway ang kaunting pag-asang pinanghahawakan ko. Tila nawalan ng kulay ang mundo nang bitawan mo sa akin ang dalawang salitang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako magkandatuto sa pag-iisip kung ano ang nangyari, san ako nagkamali, ano ang mga nagiging pagkukulang ko. Tuluyan ng nilamon ng pagkalito ang buong pagkatao ko. Hindi ko kaya. Hindi ko kaya na iwanan mo ako. Ikamamatay ko! Yan ang tanging nasa isip ko nuon. Alam kong alam mo kung gano naghihirap ang kalooban ko nang mga panahong yun. Nakita mo kung panong halos mabaliw ako sa pagsusumamo sayong mag-usap tayo, ayusin natin ang lahat, magsimula ulit. Batid mong labis akong nasaktan. Ngunit kahit na ni isang dahilan ay hindi mo ako binigyan. Hindi mo binigyang liwanag kung san ako nagkamali, kung ano ang naging mga pagkukulang ko. Tuluyan mo ng tinalikuran ang mga pangarap na sabay nating binuo. Pinatay mo ng lubusan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Aalis na ko. Salamat&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;, ani mo. Sabay marahang tumalikod at walang lingon-likod na lumabas ng pintuan. Naiwan akong nakatulala sa kawalan. Naiwan akong nag-iisa sa lakas ng ulan. Naiwan akong mag-isang tatayo sa gitna ng kadiliman. Naiwan akong luhaan at sugatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon ang lumipas na sa tuwing bubuhos ang ulan ay mananariwa sa aking isipan ang sakit na idinulot ng iyong pag-alis. Ilang panahon ding sa tuwing mararamdaman ko ang patak ng ulan ay siyang biglang balik din ng pait ng kahapon. Ngunit napagtanto ko na kasabay ng pagtila nito, ay pagbibigay pag-asa na hihilom ang mga sugat dulot ng nakaraan. Na sa pagtila nito ay sisikat muli ang araw, magbibigay ng panibagong pag-asa, magbibigay ng panibagong ligaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Mama, mama halika na daw po, matulog na daw po tayo sabi ni papa,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;  boses ng aking anak na nagpagising sa aking naglalakbay na diwa habang tahimik na nakamasid sa mararahang pagpatak ng ulan sa labas ng bintana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan kong hinawakan ang kamay ng maliit na anghel at inakay papasok sa silid, bago tuluyang pumasok, muling lumingon sa bintana sabay ngumiti. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Tapos na.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; Tapos na ang kadiliman. Tapos na ang pait at pighati. Tuluyan ng hinilom ng panahon ang sugat ng nakaraan. Naparam ng ulan ang lahat ng sakit. Tapos na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;About the Author : Midnight In Athens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-70809820989285552?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/70809820989285552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/sa-may-bintana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/70809820989285552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/70809820989285552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/sa-may-bintana.html' title='Sa May Bintana'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQikaw3peHs/TpsNvKFe2uI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vf8yuri3pKQ/s72-c/Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-860647942751612931</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.086+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:12:44.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Sky Cries again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rain falls with a soft cadence against the window pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch it snake behind the glass to pool against the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wistfully, my eyes follow its trail – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized, I watch the raindrops merge –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNHtHDxSLM4/TpsFNc6NzrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/CVkMJ8DALGs/s1600/The-Sky-Cries-Again.jpg" target="_blank" title="The Sky Cries Again"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQSZVNfU5sI/TpsFNZVtr0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZX3EE_IUWHc/s400/The-Sky-Cries-Again-low.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty amazing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of things unexpected –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls clash in an endless dance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cast ourselves against each other –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the waves forever crashing on the shore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories lie jumbled in the rocks and sand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where jagged point of fears are smoothed by time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then broken once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the rain continues to fall – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the hidden wounds created, the sky bleeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerly at first, the raindrops fall –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzles into fine mist, and then –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one’s raging emotions kept inside –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trickle becomes a torrent that pours down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And washes everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Jani Domawa is one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with his Entry &lt;a href="http://elstupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/exodus-of-talent-3-going-back-home.html" target="_blank" title="The Exodus of Talent 3: Going back Home..."&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Exodus of Talent 3: Going back Home...&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-860647942751612931?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/860647942751612931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/sky-cries-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/860647942751612931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/860647942751612931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/sky-cries-again.html' title='The Sky Cries again…'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQSZVNfU5sI/TpsFNZVtr0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZX3EE_IUWHc/s72-c/The-Sky-Cries-Again-low.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-6954755564838676513</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.085+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:12:27.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ang Dala Ng Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kailan kaya titigil ang ulang ito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina pa ako naghihintay sa ‘yo dito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y naiinip na at baka hindi ka darating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa ulan at malakas na hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat na lamang at ako’y nasa loob,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi ako’y basang-basa mula ulo hanggang paa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makapunta nga sa gitna ng kuwartong ito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasaan merong isang pugon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay yumuko upang maramdaman ang init,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ako’y mukhang isang pato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana kung nandito ka lamang sa aking tabi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong pugong na ito ay wala nang silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuulan pa rin, malamig, madilim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ang lungkot tingnan ng langit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ang puso ko ay biglang sumaya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw at dumating na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetcarnation.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Carnation"&gt;Carnation&lt;/a&gt; is an OFW Blogger based in Thailand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-6954755564838676513?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/6954755564838676513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ang-dala-ng-ulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6954755564838676513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6954755564838676513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ang-dala-ng-ulan.html' title='Ang Dala Ng Ulan'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2131483911924532361</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.084+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:12:04.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Buhos ng Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kasabay ng malakas na buhos ng ulan,&lt;br /&gt;Ang lungkot sa pakiramdam,&lt;br /&gt;Dumaloy ang tigmak na emosyon,&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ng tahimik na palahaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakagapos ang ulirat,&lt;br /&gt;Sa naglipanang "mangmang",&lt;br /&gt;Busabos ang tingin,&lt;br /&gt;Sa estrangherong inaalipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaloy ang luha,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagpatak ng ulan,&lt;br /&gt;Nakaukit sa isip,&lt;br /&gt;Pagsuko hindi masasambit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagniningas na galit,&lt;br /&gt;Ikukubli sa dingding,&lt;br /&gt;Sa bukana ng pinto,&lt;br /&gt;Ngiti ang ipaparating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghahalukipkip na kirot,&lt;br /&gt;Itatagong pilit,&lt;br /&gt;Nakatayong matibay,&lt;br /&gt;Iyan ang isasagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daing sasarilinin,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagtila ng ulan ililibing,&lt;br /&gt;Ginintuang puso ang yayakapin,&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng paninimdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Bhing is a former OFW based in Taiwan. A Top 7 Blog Winner of PEBA 2010 on her official entry entitled &lt;a href="http://bhing-juandelacruz.blogspot.com/2010/07/pagsasalamin-sa-salitang-pamilya.html" target="_blank" title="Pagsasalamin sa Salitang Pamilya"&gt;"Pagsasalamin sa Salitang Pamilya"&lt;/a&gt;. She writes poems and poetries via her blog &lt;a href="http://bhing-juandelacruz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Gumamela sa Paraiso"&gt;Gumamela sa Paraiso&lt;/a&gt;. She is now the new Editor-in-Chief and regular columnist for TKJ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2131483911924532361?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2131483911924532361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/buhos-ng-ulan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2131483911924532361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2131483911924532361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/buhos-ng-ulan.html' title='Buhos ng Ulan'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4707359492805127852</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.082+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:11:30.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Alaala ng Ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;asayang binaybay ang madilim at makipot na daan patungo sa lugar na kung tawagin ay &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Paraiso ng Pag-ibig&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;. Tinatawag na “Paraiso ng Pag-ibig” sapagkat ito ay isang lugar na kung saan ay nag-uumapaw ang kasiyahan, at lugar kung saan ay ramdam na ramdam ang pagmamahalan ng bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ay nag-uumapaw sa t’wing magkasama ang magkasintahan. Dalawang tao na pinagtagpo ng mapaglarong tadhana, pinagtagpo upang pagsaluhan ang uhaw na mga puso, mga pusong sabik sa pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi maipaliwanag ang bawat sayang nadarama sa t’wing magkasama. Halakhak ng sinta ay parang isang nota na pinagtagpi-tagpi ng isang musikero, na kay sarap pakinggan. Bawat ngiti’y nakakatunaw, na kay sarap pagmasdan. Walang humpay ang saya kapag magkasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay sarap balikan ang nakaraan noong unang nagkakilala, mga unang pagtatagpo. Unang hindi makakalimutang date; malakas ang ulan na kung saan ay basang basa ang katawan. Kasagsagan ng ulan habang magkasukob sa isang payong, na noon ay nagpahiwatig sa tunay nararamdaman. Maulan din noon kung saan nakamit ang matamis na &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Oo! Mahal din kita!&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; Ang sarap alalahanin ng mga sandaling kasama si Ella at ang ulan na nagpapaalala ng mga masasayang sandali. Ang ulan ay saksi sa walang hanggan pagmamahalan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binaybay noon ang lugar para ipagdiwang ang unang anibersayo ng pagmamahalan. Malakas ang ulan noong mga sandaling patungo sa lugar ng &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Paraiso ng Pag-ibig&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;. Habang masayang tinutungo ang lugar, inaalala ang mga unang pagtatagpo at ang mga pagkakataon na magkasama. Hindi alam na sa sandali ding iyon ay ang una at ang huling anibersaryo na kasama si Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lugar na kung tawagin ay &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Paraiso ng Pag-ibig&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; ay nagmistulang paraiso ng kadiliman. Namatay si Ella sa lugar na dati ay punong puno ng pagmamahal pero ngayon ay punong puno ng pighati at kalungkutan. Maulan at madilim ang kapaligiran noong  nangyari iyon. Walang awang sinasaksak si Ella ng mga hindi kilalang mga tao. Walang magawa sapagkat nakagapos ang inyong abang lingkod. Ginahasa ng apat na mga kalalakihan. Sinaktan. Sinaksak hanggang sa binawian ng buhay. Ang ulan na dati ay kay sarap alalahanin pero sa kasalukuyan pinipilit na kalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaala ng ulan ay gusto ko ng kalimutan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Marco, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://marcopaolo24.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Kol Me Empi"&gt;Kol Me Empi&lt;/a&gt;. He came from Surigao del Norte and currently based in Quezon City. He is an avid supporter/ volunteer of PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Read Marco's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Marco%20Paolo" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4707359492805127852?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4707359492805127852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/alaala-ng-ulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4707359492805127852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4707359492805127852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/alaala-ng-ulan.html' title='Alaala ng Ulan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s72-c/fictionTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4123780268833495433</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.081+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:11:01.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>The Three of Three’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jbsolis.com/" target="_blank" title="Thoughtskoto"&gt;&lt;img height="57" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWM7TlnlUo/TVZsbxdQvWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5m7jMhgc3VU/s233/Columngrafx---kenjie.png" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e launched the first PEBA Awards online in 2008, and asked bloggers to nominate their favorite OFW and expats blogs. Out of that humble beginning we were given great bloggers to honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2008, 2009 and 2010 Top 3 winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beginning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/" target="_blank" title="WRITING ON AIR"&gt;WRITING ON AIR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Australia) by Jim Paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are around 12 million &lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/archives/555" target="_blank" title="overseas Filipino workers spread out all over the world"&gt;overseas Filipino workers spread out all over the world&lt;/a&gt;. Their blood, sweat and tears are what keep this country financially afloat. The money they send home keeps many kids in school, feeds families and generates a lot of the economic activity that keeps the entire Philippines humming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://atesienna.pansitan.net/" target="_blank" title="PANSITAN NI ATE SIENNA"&gt;PANSITAN NI ATE SIENNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (United States of America), by Gigi Refugia Manaloto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://atesienna.pansitan.net/2009/life-in-general/happy-new-year-na/" target="_blank" title="Proud din ako kasi ang daming Overseas Filipino Workers"&gt;Proud din ako kasi ang daming Overseas Filipino Workers&lt;/a&gt; akong nakilala. Mga alaga sila ng tyahin ko na may sarili nang &lt;a href="http://www.aimshri.com/" target="_blank" title="human resources agency"&gt;human resources agency&lt;/a&gt; sa Calgary. Masaya silang kasama. Mapapalapit talaga ang puso mo sa kanila… gusto ko pong pasalamatan ang lahat ng bumoto sa akin sa nakaraang contest ng &lt;a href="http://www.jbsolis.com/2008/12/magandang-gabi-po-mga-kabayan-good.html" target="_blank" title="Top 10 Pinoy Expats/OFW Blog of the Year 2008"&gt;Top 10 Pinoy Expats/OFW Blog of the Year 2008&lt;/a&gt;. Nanalo ang lola nyo ng 2nd Top Pinoy Expats/OFW Blog pagkatapos ni &lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/" target="_blank" title="Apo Jim"&gt;Apo Jim&lt;/a&gt;. At Top Pinoy Expats/OFW Blog sa US en Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming-maraming salamat sa mga judges, sa lahat ng bumoto at kay Kenji sa isang nakatatabang pusong parangal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://blogusvox.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="THE SANDBOX"&gt;THE SANDBOX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Saudi Arabia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogusvox.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-shokran-and-maraming-salamat.html" target="_blank" title="I would like to give my deepest appreciation to the organizers and judges of the recently concluded Top 10 Pinoy Expats Blog Award for making The Sandbox No.1"&gt;“I would like to give my deepest appreciation to the organizers and judges of the recently concluded Top 10 Pinoy Expats Blog Award for making The Sandbox No.1&lt;/a&gt; in the region (Middle East) and No.3 among the Top 10 Filipino Expats and OFW Bloggers of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I won’t be in this position if not for those readers who gave their confidence and support by voting this blog. For me, words can’t say enough how much I feel. A “Thank you” may suffice, but believe me, behind those two simple words a huge gratitude is swelling to get out and embrace you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 “Hope of the Nation, Gift to the World”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://isladenebz.blogspot.com/2009/07/peba-entry-where-my-ofw-dollars-go.html" target="_blank" title="ISLA DE NEBZ"&gt;ISLA DE NEBZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Al Khobar, SAUDI ARABIA) by Nelson Bandiez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isladenebz.blogspot.com/2009/07/peba-entry-where-my-ofw-dollars-go.html" target="_blank" title="You see, there are a lot of people who benefit -- directly and indirectly -- from my OFW dollars. Oh, by the way, I think a fraction of my dollars gets back to the government in the form of tax. Being an OFW in Saudi, I am tax-free"&gt;“You see, there are a lot of people who benefit -- directly and indirectly -- from my OFW dollars. Oh, by the way, I think a fraction of my dollars gets back to the government in the form of tax. Being an OFW in Saudi, I am tax-free&lt;/a&gt;. But the likes of Aling Thelma, Mang Kaloy, Ate Gina and Kuya Dave are not. So in a way, a portion of my OFW dollars goes to the government. So you see, my OFW dollars go a long, long, long way. It gives people jobs and it helps some children get their education. My OFW dollars, in ways, mobilize the economy of my beloved Philippines. That's why they call me a modern-day hero and PEBA hails me -- an OFW in Saudi -- as a gift to the world and a hope of my country.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.thepinktarha.com/2009/08/ang-tunay-na-katas-ng-saudi.html" target="_blank" title="THE PINK TARHA"&gt;THE PINK TARHA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Riyadh, SAUDI ARABIA) by the Pink Tarha Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OFW children have different stories to tell. But whatever our stories tell about us and our families, what became of us is the main part of the story our fathers will tell to the whole world. We are the outcome of their sacrifice twenty years ago. We are the fruits of our fathers' labor in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepinktarha.com/2009/08/ang-tunay-na-katas-ng-saudi.html" target="_blank" title="Kaming mga anak ng Saudi OFWs ang tunay na katas ng Saudi... and we hope that how we turned out was well-worth the sacrifice."&gt;Kaming mga anak ng Saudi OFWs ang tunay na katas ng Saudi... and we hope that how we turned out was well-worth the sacrifice.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://josephilsaraspe.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-abroad-is-dream-of-almost-every.html" target="_blank" title="WITS AND SPIRITS"&gt;WITS AND SPIRITS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Bangkok, THAILAND) by Phil Saraspe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://josephilsaraspe.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-abroad-is-dream-of-almost-every.html" target="_blank" title="My being a Filipino will never end every time I leave the Philippines"&gt;“My being a Filipino will never end every time I leave the Philippines&lt;/a&gt; for wherever my fate brings me, my heart will always linger to my very own roots. Doing my best and expressing my passion to my host country would not necessarily mean that I am treacherous to my own country for every good thing I do for this temporary home of mine is a reminder that as an OFW, I give hope to our nation and I share blessings to the rest of the world.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010 “Stronger Homes for a Stronger Nation”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/2010/09/ang-bakal-na-ibon-sa-himpapawid/" target="_blank" title="ANIMUS"&gt;ANIMUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (KUWAIT) by Dahn Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/2010/09/ang-bakal-na-ibon-sa-himpapawid/" target="_blank" title="Ang bakal na ibon sa himpapawid tulad ng mga ibong malayang nakapaglalakbay sa iba’t ibang panig ng daigdig, ang bakal na ibon na ito ang naghatid at maghahatid sa bawat miyembro ng pamilyang OFW na may tangan na pag-asang liliparin nila ang kalangitan upang buuin ang mga pangarap. At sa huling pagdapo ng ibong gawa sa bakal, sa muling paglapat ng mga paa sa lupang kinagisnan ang pagsalubong ng isang pamilya na nag-aantay sa matibay na tahanan ng bawat Pilipino."&gt;“Ang bakal na ibon sa himpapawid tulad ng mga ibong malayang nakapaglalakbay sa iba’t ibang panig ng daigdig, ang bakal na ibon na ito ang naghatid at maghahatid sa bawat miyembro ng pamilyang OFW na may tangan na pag-asang liliparin nila ang kalangitan upang buuin ang mga pangarap. At sa huling pagdapo ng ibong gawa sa bakal, sa muling paglapat ng mga paa sa lupang kinagisnan ang pagsalubong ng isang pamilya na nag-aantay sa matibay na tahanan ng bawat Pilipino.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2010/10/redefining-ofw.html" target="_blank" title="GREMLINESS"&gt;GREMLINESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Dubai, U.A.E.) by Bevz Castro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a always="" and="" be="" country="" everything="" fine"="" for,="" href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2010/10/redefining-ofw.html" in="" just="" keep="" left="" mind="" target="_blank" the="" title="There's something good in being an OFW that's why we opt to be. The line I heard six years ago applying to every OFW could be a cliche' but it will never become outdated -- " what="" will="" you=""&gt;“There's something good in being an OFW that's why we opt to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line I heard six years ago applying to every OFW could be a cliche' but it will never become outdated -- "Just always keep in mind what you left the country for, and everything will be fine"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most OFWs would say "I'm here for my family", which is an unconscious answer that the OFW contributes to a better Philippines when he/ she works for the best interest of his/ her family.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kayniscornercafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/outside-looking-in.html" target="_blank" title="KAYNI'S CORNER CAFE"&gt;KAYNI'S CORNER CAFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (U.S.A.) by Kayni DC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayniscornercafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/outside-looking-in.html" target="_blank" title="To OFWs and their families, it is important to remain true to God and your vows, imbibe in your children the importance of faith, good values, and loyalty to family"&gt;“To OFWs and their families, it is important to remain true to God and your vows, imbibe in your children the importance of faith, good values, and loyalty to family.&lt;/a&gt; Most of all, you must demand from your individual self to be a good example to your family, your community, and your country at all times. &lt;b&gt;Lead by becoming a good example.&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Kenji is &lt;a href="http://jbsolis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Mr. Thoughtskoto"&gt;Mr. Thoughtskoto&lt;/a&gt; in the blogging world. His story and his life is one of endurance: he was six when his dad left him; he is the eldest among four siblings; his mom died of cancer when he was 16; he self supported himself through college. He now works as a quality engineer in Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia, and is a doting father to Hevyn and a loving hubby to Shiela (and adds:  "a grandfather to Hevyn's pet duck".)&lt;br /&gt;► Read Kenji's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Kenjie%27s%20Thoughts" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4123780268833495433?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4123780268833495433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/three-of-threes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4123780268833495433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4123780268833495433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/three-of-threes.html' title='The Three of Three’s'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWM7TlnlUo/TVZsbxdQvWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5m7jMhgc3VU/s72-c/Columngrafx---kenjie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2965018169161374814</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.080+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:10:18.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>Kwentong Buhay, Ulan ng Panahon</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kung ating babalik - balikan ang ating kamusmusan.&lt;br /&gt;Sa  tuwi - tuwina'y sasapit ang buwan ng  tag-ulan,&lt;br /&gt;Iba't-ibang  emosyon mababakas sa sangkatauhan,&lt;br /&gt;Walang kapantay na  kagalakan maging kasiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ay mga ligalig  at sa  katuwaa'y naguumapaw, &lt;br /&gt;Kasama  ang ating  mga kaibigan at nagtatampisaw,&lt;br /&gt;Naghahabulan sa  gitna  ng  kalsada  at  humihiyaw,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi tayo titigil  hangat  di sumisikat si haring araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang  lumilipas  ang  ating  panahon  at ang taon,&lt;br /&gt;Simula  sa pagkabata maging hanggang  sa ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;Ating  pinanabikan buhos ng ulan at maging  ambon,&lt;br /&gt;Kung  maaari nga lang ibalik tayo sa dating panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit  sa kasalukuyan  katagang ulan sa ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;Sari -saring konsepto ang  maisasalarawan sa ulan,&lt;br /&gt;Tila mga luhang dumadaloy sa dalampasigan o talon,&lt;br /&gt;Karaniwang maihalintulad sa ating buhay karanasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pagsubok na dulot sa hindi inaasahang panahon,&lt;br /&gt;Wag na nating antayin na tuluyan bumuhos ang ulan,&lt;br /&gt;Kaya maging handa,alisto sa hatol ng ating  kalikasan,&lt;br /&gt;Kaagad-agad sayo magpaparamdan san ka naruruon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba ang ULAN ay tila isang kwento ng BUHAY... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the Author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang ang buhay ni Sexy Rose&lt;br /&gt;Tawag sakin ng mga frenz ko sa Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Dito naman sa Doha Qatar Rose o Esor&lt;br /&gt;Di nila ako kilala kase baliktad name ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2965018169161374814?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2965018169161374814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/kwentong-buhay-ulan-ng-panahon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2965018169161374814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2965018169161374814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/kwentong-buhay-ulan-ng-panahon.html' title='Kwentong Buhay, Ulan ng Panahon'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-99086561239869795</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.079+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:10:01.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Rain as a Diversion</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it is raining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the rain falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavier and heavier it gets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the glass window of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the trees swaying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is strongly blowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit farther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a field where sheep and cattle are grazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is so green , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this meadow field,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives a nice and fresh view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good food for the breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in isolation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the distraction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gentle falling rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a good diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the rain has stopped;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to go back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the work that I have dropped;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to beat the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetcarnation.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Carnation"&gt;Carnation&lt;/a&gt; is an OFW Blogger based in Thailand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-99086561239869795?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/99086561239869795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain-as-diversion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/99086561239869795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/99086561239869795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/rain-as-diversion.html' title='The Rain as a Diversion'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7908565586427373836</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.078+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:09:44.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Dear Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4OFpqsstdo/Tph0d4Tq89I/AAAAAAAAA78/5fI8tlkgd8I/s1600/I+love+Rainy+Days.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4OFpqsstdo/Tph0d4Tq89I/AAAAAAAAA78/5fI8tlkgd8I/s500/I+love+Rainy+Days.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here… my dear rain,&lt;br /&gt;When you will pour down in this sandy land?&lt;br /&gt;When you will touch my skin?&lt;br /&gt;When you will dance again and kiss my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... how I miss you my dear rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Gracia, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://diarynigracia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Diary ni Gracia"&gt;Diary ni Gracia&lt;/a&gt;. She is currently based in Kuwait. She's one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with her Entry &lt;a href="http://diarynigracia.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-return-i-will-bring-chang-and.html" title="I will return, I will bring change and will leave one a fortune…"&gt;I will return, I will bring change and will leave one a fortune…&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7908565586427373836?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7908565586427373836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/my-dear-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7908565586427373836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7908565586427373836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/my-dear-rain.html' title='My Dear Rain'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4OFpqsstdo/Tph0d4Tq89I/AAAAAAAAA78/5fI8tlkgd8I/s72-c/I+love+Rainy+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-5433132021193041963</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.077+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:09:18.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018-Lens'/><title type='text'>Ulan sa Gitnang Silangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mama, tumingin ka sa bintana"&lt;/i&gt;, yan ang sabi ng aking bunso minsang nakahiga ako sa aming kama habang init na init sa panahon at nagpapalipas ng oras sa pagbabasa ng libro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BgxV8ZgnfY/TnRSd5edfDI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/j4XmDH16LiA/s1600/rain+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BgxV8ZgnfY/TnRSd5edfDI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/j4XmDH16LiA/s320/rain+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ano ba naman ang bago anak? Wala naman akong ibang makikita dyan kundi puno ng dates, buhangin, mga bahay at sasakyan."&lt;/i&gt;, ang wika ko. Bagamat may pag-aalinlangan, bumangon ako sa aking pagkakahiga upang dumungaw sa bintana. Nakita kong nagsasalimbayan sa lakas ng hangin ang mga puno ng dates, makapal at halos maitim ang ulap. Hindi pa man lumipas ang isang minuto at nakita ko ng pumapatak ang ulan. Ahhh ulan! ........hatid nya ay puno ng alaala ng aking namayapang ama na naging isang OFW rin sa Gitnang Silangan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dumaloy sa aking isipan ang isang eksena na madalas kong maalaala tuwing uulan dito sa aming lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tatay di ba lubhang napakainit ng panahon sa Saudi?"&lt;/i&gt; tanong ng isang batang musmos pa ang isipan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oo anak, pagkaminsan halos dumudugo ang ilong ko sa sobrang init. Halos magkulay pula na aking balat lalo na pag ako ay lululuwas sa site upang tingan ang ginagawa ng aking mga welder. Sobrang init nga sa Saudi pero may panahon namang napakalamig lalo na sa buwan ng Disyembre at Enero. Ang ulan ang nagsisilbing sensyales na magpapalit na ang panahon, kaya kapag umulan na sa panahon ng tag-araw, natutuwa na kami. Alam naming paparating na ang taglamig",&lt;/i&gt; turan ni Tatay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas akong mangarap noon habang nag-uusap kami ni Tatay. Ano kaya ang pakiramdam ng paninirahan sa lugar na may&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;extreme temperatures? &lt;/i&gt;At ngayon hindi ko na kailangang mangarap dahil nararanasan ko na at ng aking pamilya. Sa mahigit anim na taong paninirahan ko dito sa Al Ain, United Arab Emirates, masasabi ko na hindi lamang ang pangungulila sa pamilya ang tiniis ng aking Tatay, kundi pati na ang panahon. At kapag umuulan napupuno ang aking dibdib ng pasasalamat sa pagkakaroon ng isang Tatay na nagsakripisyo para sa aming pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamakailan lamang muling umulan dito sa Al Ain, hayaan nyo akong ibahagi ko ang ilan sa mga larawan na aking nakunan habang umuulan at pagkatapos umulan. Ahhh ulan....hatid mo ay alaala at pagpapasalamat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ang malakas ng buhos ng ulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itxrCFpZ2NA/TnRSm9iwrxI/AAAAAAAAEgU/ZG5PYcyG6AI/s1600/rain+in+al+ain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itxrCFpZ2NA/TnRSm9iwrxI/AAAAAAAAEgU/ZG5PYcyG6AI/s320/rain+in+al+ain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mga punong nasira dala ng lakas ng hangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp4LD4ICvmE/TnRT6kubrSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/VrnfVuUBp7Q/s1600/rain+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp4LD4ICvmE/TnRT6kubrSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/VrnfVuUBp7Q/s200/rain+6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NKa1ua1gQk/TnRS1NDmEeI/AAAAAAAAEgY/XCKFA0cJW8c/s1600/rain+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NKa1ua1gQk/TnRS1NDmEeI/AAAAAAAAEgY/XCKFA0cJW8c/s200/rain+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;malilit na piraso na kung tawagin ay &lt;i&gt;hail&lt;/i&gt; sa wikang Ingles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQVf_p91Q0/TnRUve_62GI/AAAAAAAAEgw/mVn2QeKu9Z4/s1600/hail+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQVf_p91Q0/TnRUve_62GI/AAAAAAAAEgw/mVn2QeKu9Z4/s320/hail+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teTjQD3EleI/TnRUaAg35XI/AAAAAAAAEgs/PRaDDcQxj8o/s1600/hail+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teTjQD3EleI/TnRUaAg35XI/AAAAAAAAEgs/PRaDDcQxj8o/s200/hail+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlKyGoh8BPA/TnRVV8wksDI/AAAAAAAAEg4/DJYLrKsWaiY/s1600/hail+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlKyGoh8BPA/TnRVV8wksDI/AAAAAAAAEg4/DJYLrKsWaiY/s200/hail+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;baha sa ilang kabahayan at sa daan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uUllCCI6ME/TnRSWm78-BI/AAAAAAAAEgM/-FQXtHYZL9k/s1600/rain+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uUllCCI6ME/TnRSWm78-BI/AAAAAAAAEgM/-FQXtHYZL9k/s320/rain+9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-BgzGoW2FQ/TnRSPeyZcSI/AAAAAAAAEgI/FsIVAQedvgc/s1600/rain+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-BgzGoW2FQ/TnRSPeyZcSI/AAAAAAAAEgI/FsIVAQedvgc/s200/rain+8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAcIlFTZUiw/TnRUJGi2bjI/AAAAAAAAEgo/VfF-gKi-Pto/s1600/rain+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAcIlFTZUiw/TnRUJGi2bjI/AAAAAAAAEgo/VfF-gKi-Pto/s200/rain+7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-6fWWmGxlA/TnRTVq3DejI/AAAAAAAAEgc/it4MY8DN3po/s1600/rain+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-6fWWmGxlA/TnRTVq3DejI/AAAAAAAAEgc/it4MY8DN3po/s320/rain+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at ito naman ang aming &lt;i&gt;"happy feet"&lt;/i&gt;.....pinilit naming lumbas pagkatapos ng ulan upang makakuha ako ng larawan para sa Kablogs Journal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaWL9LnCyKs/TnRTmdT5ksI/AAAAAAAAEgg/kjcinpN6q2I/s1600/rain+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaWL9LnCyKs/TnRTmdT5ksI/AAAAAAAAEgg/kjcinpN6q2I/s320/rain+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikaw kaibigan, may alaala rin bang hatid sa'yo ang ulan? Magagalak akong malaman, kung sasabihin mo ang nasa iyong isipan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Kung nais mong makita ang iba pang mga larawan, maaari mong bisitahin ang &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.149740485117225.34580.102586739832600&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank" title="Al Ain City Daily Photo"&gt;Al Ain City Daily Photo&lt;/a&gt; sa Facebook.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Lens"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t3Wr40lGA/TXkL5l9vEEI/AAAAAAAABbE/alvWfv2DGxo/s150/lensTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Lens and Light" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Misalyn is a proud Bicolana and an OFW presently residing in Al Ain, UAE. If you wish to see some of her photos, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.alaincitydailyphoto.com/" style="color: #336699;" target="_blank" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-5433132021193041963?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/5433132021193041963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ulan-sa-gitnang-silangan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5433132021193041963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5433132021193041963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/ulan-sa-gitnang-silangan.html' title='Ulan sa Gitnang Silangan'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BgxV8ZgnfY/TnRSd5edfDI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/j4XmDH16LiA/s72-c/rain+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-228775935403700180</id><published>2011-10-17T12:01:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:01:04.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue018'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEBA18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>My Journey With PEBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bim2Zg7NGZs/TmnEW-ynXpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/coTcjvn7s7A/s1600/163901_485581662249_600567249_5833966_6731951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: right; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bim2Zg7NGZs/TmnEW-ynXpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/coTcjvn7s7A/s400/163901_485581662249_600567249_5833966_6731951_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; always wanted to work with migrants. As a young seminarian back in 2006, I always imagined myself serving my dear kababayans in foreign lands. It was perhaps due to the many missionaries who informed me about their mission works with migrant Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministering to their spiritual needs in another country must be very interesting and at the same time, very challenging.  That is why, when asked in 2008 to write my superiors about my preferred country to go for mission work, I selected two countries where there are many Filipinos – London and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had high hopes that my superiors would grant my petitio misiones. However, I was surprised when I was assigned to the southern part of the Philippines. It was a “homecourt mission,” so to say, as I am a Cebuano-speaking Dabawenyo assigned in the Cebuano South. I simply consoled myself with the thought that perhaps, migrant mission was not really for me. Perhaps God had other plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superiors assigned me in Olutanga Island after my priestly ordination. On the first day of June 2008, I reached the island. To my great surprise, many of my parishioners have members of their families who are overseas Filipino workers. More noteworthy are their epic stories of family members who entered Sabah via backdoor in Tawi-Tawi (read: “illegal entry”) to look for more high-paying jobs in Malaysia. Some of them were actually deported. Thanks to the internet and facebook, many of my OFW parishioners also became my friends later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that touching and sharing lives with migrants can also happen online, but it was indeed happening. The determination of the OFWs never failed to amaze and inspire me. It made me appreciate all the more my dear relatives who also left our country for greener pastures. I became aware of their hilarious, complicated and dramatic plight as they work like carabaos for their families back in the Philippines. I was inspired by their hard work, dedication and their love for their families. They are indeed modern heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When PEBA (Pinoy Expat Blog Awards) opened the Non-OFW Category last year, I immediately submitted my blog and it was accepted among the nominees. The support I received from my many OFW parishioners and blogger friends abroad was overwhelming. I was very thankful for the support I received. To cut the story short, my blog won the top spot and also received two minor awards. I was so happy because I did not really expect it. My co-nominees were equally deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the honor, however, was the experience of  meeting wonderful people who shared with my passion in blogging – my dear fellow bloggers in one big night. It was indeed an unforgettable experience I will forever cherish.    I dedicated my awards to my OFW parishioners. They were in my mind when I accepted my awards. They were my inspiration. They made me realize that migrant mission can be possible online. Now I realized why God put me here: he did not end my mission with the migrants but He made it even more rewarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqGfIw-buhA/TmnEXHjwhWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LCiy49arOew/s1600/162798_485894912249_600567249_5837721_958787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqGfIw-buhA/TmnEXHjwhWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LCiy49arOew/s400/162798_485894912249_600567249_5837721_958787_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Felmar Fiel, is a missionary assigned in a very small island in the Southern part of the Philippines. He started blogging in 2006. His blog &lt;a href="http://fielsvd.wordpress.com/2010/10/16/fil-am/" target="_blank" title="Felmar's Missionary Journey"&gt;Felmar's Missionary Journey&lt;/a&gt; won the PEBA OFW Supporter Award. Visit his new website: &lt;a href="http://thelittlepriest.com/" title="www.TheLittlePriest.com"&gt;www.TheLittlePriest.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Fr. Felmar's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fr.%20Felmar" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-228775935403700180?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/228775935403700180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/my-journey-with-peba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/228775935403700180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/228775935403700180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/10/my-journey-with-peba.html' title='My Journey With PEBA'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bim2Zg7NGZs/TmnEW-ynXpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/coTcjvn7s7A/s72-c/163901_485581662249_600567249_5833966_6731951_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3506800671989699337</id><published>2011-08-23T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:39:25.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babyluv'/><title type='text'>SANDIGAN NG KATAPANGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkV9lzojUCs/TkxV8aKyYqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/toPtrdj_Hjo/s1600/AugustCover.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="437" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkV9lzojUCs/TkxV8aKyYqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/toPtrdj_Hjo/s600/AugustCover.jpg" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabi nila ang mga bayani’y matatapang&lt;br /&gt;Hindi umuurong sa anumang laban&lt;br /&gt;Maging sa mga pakikipagtalastasan&lt;br /&gt;Sariling bansa ay handang ipaglaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jose Rizal ang sinasabing pambansang bayani&lt;br /&gt;Utak nman ng himagsikan si Apolinario Mabini&lt;br /&gt;Ang unang bayaning nagtanggol sa ating lahi&lt;br /&gt;Si Lapu lapu na kalayaan ang kanyang inani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilio Aguinaldo ang naging unang pangulo&lt;br /&gt;Ipinahayag ang kalayaan nuong ika-12 ng Hunyo&lt;br /&gt;Si Andres Bonifacio ay isang Katipunero&lt;br /&gt;Nagbigay lunas sa may sakit si Melchora Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga magigiting na sundalo na nagbuwis ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;Upang kalayaan sa ating mga pilipino’y maibigay&lt;br /&gt;Saludo ako sa tapang ninyo at husay&lt;br /&gt;Maging sariling buhay ay handing ibigay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga simpleng bayani na hindi kilala&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ang ilan sa kanila ay kinikilala&lt;br /&gt;Binibigyang parangal ang bawat isa&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa pagtulong sa nasunugan,bagyo at giyera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para naman sa mga taong naiwanan&lt;br /&gt;Duon sa ating lupang sinilangan&lt;br /&gt;Ang OFW ay hindi matatawaran&lt;br /&gt;Parang si &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/" target="_blank" title="Kuya Kiko"&gt;Kuya Kiko&lt;/a&gt; na aking huwaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin umuurong sa anumang hirap&lt;br /&gt;Basta mga anak matupad ang pangarap&lt;br /&gt;OFW bayaning nagpapakahirap&lt;br /&gt;Taas noo tayong sa dayuhan ay haharap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa magigiting na bayani ng ating bayan&lt;br /&gt;OFW na nakikipagsapalaran&lt;br /&gt;Mga pinunong ating huwaran&lt;br /&gt;Saludo ako sa inyong katapangan!&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay ang mga BAYANI!!! - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001368725990" title="Babyluv"&gt;Babyluv&lt;/a&gt;, is a School Teacher at Divina Pastora College in Doha Qatar. She came from Gapan, Nueva Ecija. She's an apprentice writer at Mga Kathang isip at Kwento ni Kiko. Please visit her poems &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/p/mga-likha-ni-babyluv.html" title="mga likha ni babyluv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► Babyluv's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Babyluv" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► See sidebar for list of articles this month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3506800671989699337?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3506800671989699337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/sandigan-ng-katapangan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3506800671989699337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3506800671989699337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/sandigan-ng-katapangan.html' title='SANDIGAN NG KATAPANGAN'/><author><name>The Psalmist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNtXXHxu66U/TSw9VsnLS8I/AAAAAAAABNM/A9C0foeaP3E/S220/QLicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkV9lzojUCs/TkxV8aKyYqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/toPtrdj_Hjo/s72-c/AugustCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7915788623720620353</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.069+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:30:23.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Psalmist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Bayaning Blogista sa Pinas at Ibang Bansa</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ara sa akin, hinahangaan at itinuturing kong kabayanihan ng mga kapwa ko blogista sa paghahayag ng kanilang mga karanasan sa Pilipinas man o sa ibang bansa, at sa kanilang pagbibigay ng impormasyon sa kapwa blogista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong ibahagi ang isang Blogpost ni Bino sa &lt;a href="http://www.damuhan.com/" target="_blank" title="Damuhan.com"&gt;Damuhan.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.damuhan.com/2011/08/u-blog-ito-ang-grupo-ko.html" target="_blank" title="U-Blog: Ito ang Grupo ko"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U-Blog: Ito ang Grupo ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; na nagtatalakay ng isang samahan ng mga Blogista sa Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw ay baguhang blogista at nais mong magkaroon ng mga bagong kaibigan…&lt;br /&gt;Nasa ibaba ang ilan pang mga Grupo ng Blogista sa Facebook (in alphabetical order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-ash2/188098_105809645070_5668389_n.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/cebubloggers" target="_blank" title="Cebu Bloggers Society"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cebu Bloggers Society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/187783_121414447940211_306795_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/121414447940211/" target="_blank" title="Cebu Fashion Bloggers Group"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cebu Fashion Bloggers Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/188104_143341565726339_228901_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/143341565726339/" target="_blank" title="Davao Bloggers"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Davao Bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Closed Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/277001_151995208201935_743958_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/151995208201935/" target="_blank" title="Filipino Bloggers Group"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filipino Bloggers Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41785_107555812745_5019881_s.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/119823958087671/" target="_blank" title="Kablog Mo, Kablog Ko, Kablog Nating Lhat! ^^"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kablog Mo, Kablog Ko, Kablog Nating Lhat! ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174746_188170177863695_6374935_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/188170177863695/" title="KaBlogs - Kabayan Bloggers"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KaBlogs - Kabayan Bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Closed Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41801_114369089314_8789_n.jpg" width="94" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=114369089314" target="_blank" title="LUZON BLOGGERS SOCIETY"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUZON BLOGGERS SOCIETY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41785_107555812745_5019881_s.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/147548971986083/" target="_blank" title="Philippine Bloggers Support Group"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philippine Bloggers Support Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/276454_168169913202123_3042657_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/168169913202123/" target="_blank" title="Pinoy Bloggers"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pinoy Bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-ash2/276719_188001234567411_7440567_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/proudlypinoybloggers/" target="_blank" title="Proudly Pinoy Bloggers"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proudly Pinoy Bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50236_148494841868808_3347994_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/rainbowbloggers/" target="_blank" title="Rainbow Bloggers Philippines (Group)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainbow Bloggers Philippines (Group)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Open Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/161977_163146120381605_7452448_q.jpg" width="50" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/pinoybloggers/" target="_blank" title="U-Blog: United Pinoy Bloggers"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U-Blog: United Pinoy Bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Closed Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nais mong lumawak ang iyong kaibigan sa Blog World maaari kang makisapi sa kanilang mga grupo at maging isang huwarang blogista at bayani ng bagong henerasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;At para naman sa mga &lt;b&gt;Bayani ng PEBA, Inc. 2011&lt;/b&gt; narito sa ibaba ang kanilang mga Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFW - Blogger Division&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ofwdiary.com/2011/04/ill-go-home-and-shall-bring-change-dare.html" target="_blank" title="I'll Go Home and Shall Bring Change (A Dare for OFWs)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll Go Home and Shall Bring Change (A Dare for OFWs)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFW Chronicles: Pinoys Abroad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://elstupe.blogspot.com/2011/05/exodus-of-talent-3-going-back-home.html" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-8605683392187763702</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.068+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:59:50.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Babiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Great Power Comes Great Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oAUN7nWMGAN8nVnZXt1U3NUnq4c8QAyiJTZR2VUmsF0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S7ZDcZbUw_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/NnT609BScus/s800/Columngrafx---george.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfNKHb9OV6U/SqKoFNlpnMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/07wnE7lnocI/s400/spiderman.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfNKHb9OV6U/SqKoFNlpnMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/07wnE7lnocI/s400/spiderman.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Whatever life holds in store for me,  I will never forget these words:  With great power comes great responsibility.” Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spiderman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esponsibility is an essential element of integrity; it is the congruence of what you think, what you say, and what you write. Responsibility is essential for reciprocity, trust, and for maintaining symmetric relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility is a choice. Choice without responsiblity is greed, an attempt to get something for nothing that is the wasteful and harmful excess of egotists and tyrants. Responsiblity is a congruence between the actions we choose and of our values, because it unleashes choice. Whenever we think, decided, choosen and act we are exercising our personal responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the greatness of humankind, in the power that lies in every individual – the power to choose our response. The power to love rather that hate; the power to respect rather that disrespect; the power to deny self rather than being selfish; the power to stop fighting each other; the power to build each other up rather than tear each other down; the power to be united by mutually respect, acceptance and tolerance.   I pray that we will exercise the true power that lies within each individual human being – the power of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: A repost from &lt;a href="http://palipasan.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-power-comes-great-responsibility.html"&gt;Palipasan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="borderit" href="http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/"&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read The Pope's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/George%20Babiano" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; 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Kalayaan para sa bayan!&lt;br /&gt;Lakas ng Pilipino laban sa lakas ng kanluran;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nagpagapi, hindi nagpatalo sa hangad na maangkin,&lt;br /&gt;Ang kasarinlang pinagkait sa ating bayang sinilangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sikat ng araw sumilip sa bayang inapi,&lt;br /&gt;Hinaplos ang bayang uhaw sa yakap, may ngiti;&lt;br /&gt;Ng tagumpay sa panunumbalik ng kalayaang matagal nang mithi,&lt;br /&gt;Natanggal na ang piring sa mata at nasilayan ang bahaghari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating paos na tinig ay nagsisimulang maghari,&lt;br /&gt;Upang maisatinig ang himno ng pagpupunyagi;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang mang-aabuso, wala nang mang aapi,&lt;br /&gt;Napalayas na ang mga dayuhan dahil sa magigiting na bayani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ng kadiliman… wala ng dapit-hapon,&lt;br /&gt;Nanumbalik na ang liwanag ng katarungan;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising na tayo sa bangungot ng kahapon,&lt;br /&gt;Wala ng dusa at hinagpis na lalatay sa ating katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalipad na tayo sa hawla ng kasakiman,&lt;br /&gt;Aawit tulad ng isang ibon sa kalawakan;&lt;br /&gt;Malayang maglalakbay upang maabot ang kasaganaan,&lt;br /&gt;Katiwasayan at kapayapaan para sa ating inang bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinulma ng panahon ang kasaysayan ng ating lahi,&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga bakas ng kahapon ay marapat na hindi isantabi;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga’t ang kasaysayan ay nagbabago, ngunit di dapat iwaksi,&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga bayaning nagbuwis ng buhay na siyang naging susi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pakikipaglaban sa kalayaaang tayo ngayo’y naging saksi,&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatamasa dahil sa taglay na katapangang namumukod-tangi;&lt;br /&gt;Mga bayaning Pilipino na dapat makilala ng susunod na salinlahi,&lt;br /&gt;Inuna ang pag-ibig sa bayan bago ang kanilang sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang bansa… isang lahi… ito ang aking bayan,&lt;br /&gt;Bagong kasarinlan ay narito ngayon;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy na haharap sa hamon ng panahon,&lt;br /&gt;Di palulupig sa anumang tangka ng kasakiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaisa, kapit-bisig, sama-samang lalaban,&lt;br /&gt;Itataguyod nang buong katapangan ang inang bayan;&lt;br /&gt;At taas- noo’y isisigaw sa buong sangkatauhan,&lt;br /&gt;Isang bansa… isang lahi… ito ang aking bayan. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kuyapoklong.blogspot.com/" title="Kuya Poks"&gt;Kuya Poks&lt;/a&gt;, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://www.kuyapoklong.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="OFW AKO Kuya Poklong"&gt;OFW AKO Kuya Poklong&lt;/a&gt;. He is currently based in Kuwait. He's one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with his Entry &lt;a href="http://kuyapoklong.blogspot.com/2011/06/sa-muling-pagbukas-ng-tala-larawan.html" title="Sa Muling Pagbubukas ng Tala Larawan"&gt;Sa Muling Pagbubukas ng Tala Larawan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1532105801819671666?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1532105801819671666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/isang-bansa-isang-lahiito-ang-aking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1532105801819671666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1532105801819671666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/isang-bansa-isang-lahiito-ang-aking.html' title='Isang Bansa, Isang Lahi… Ito Ang Aking Bayan'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1881881438021892110</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.066+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:52:42.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Psalmist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Mga Bayani sa Paliparan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011177025051768777" target="_blank" title="The Psalmist"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaBVN9NWrzk/TXf0mfilPFI/AAAAAAAABZk/Ay4i-gdG3vg/s300/Columngrafx---thepsalmist.png" style="height: 57px; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia: Mama anong oras ba ang dating ng Airplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Malapit na baby, malapit na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Hi, ang cute naman ng baby mo, nag-aantay din kayo ng Flight 632?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Oo, pauwi na kasi hubby ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Ah, from Qatar din?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Oo, ikaw, inaantay mo rin hubby mo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Oo, hehe, si papa, inaantay ko rin, for good na siya sa wakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Napatingin si shine kay belle, sa wari n'ya nasa mid-30's - 40's na si Belle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Nagpatuloy ng kwento, Project Designer si papa sa Qatar, almost 30 years na siya doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Excuse me po!?&lt;br /&gt;(Sumingit at nagtanong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Yes po!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Dito po ba ang waiting area ng Flight 632?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo sagot ni belle, may darating din bang family member ka!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Medyo nalungkot, O-opo, si mama po, pasensya na po, bago lang kasi ako dito sa manila, taga Sulo po kasi kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Eh paano po kayo i-claim ang cargo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Wow susyal, may cargo pa si mama mo, matagal na siya sigurong OFW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Hindi po ate, casket po ang laman ng cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Ay sorry kuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Namatay po si mama sa kanser, nagkaroon po siya ng kanser habang nag tatrabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Sorry kuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight 632 from qatar has just arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle: Kuya tara samahan kita sa information, shine mauna na kami. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kabayan, kalusugan ay ingatan, sa bawat sandali na dumaraan, isipin at pasalamatan. Ikaw ay aking hinahangaan, sa iyong katatagan, isang pagbati sa mga bayani ng paliparan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Basahin ang iba pang fiction sa kanyang Blog na &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/" target="_blank" title="Mga Kathang Isip ni at Kwento Kiko"&gt;Mga Kathang Isip at Kwento ni Kiko&lt;/a&gt;. Sinusulat niya ngayon ang Kwento ng Buhay ni Navya, isang batang punong-puno ng kaalaman at kapighatian. Abangan!&lt;br /&gt;► Read The Psalmist's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Psalmist" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1881881438021892110?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1881881438021892110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/mga-bayani-sa-paliparan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1881881438021892110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1881881438021892110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/mga-bayani-sa-paliparan.html' title='Mga Bayani sa Paliparan'/><author><name>The Psalmist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNtXXHxu66U/TSw9VsnLS8I/AAAAAAAABNM/A9C0foeaP3E/S220/QLicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaBVN9NWrzk/TXf0mfilPFI/AAAAAAAABZk/Ay4i-gdG3vg/s72-c/Columngrafx---thepsalmist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1727504024025330414</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.065+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:18:33.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Mamita Mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here are people who pass by our lives and contribute to the stories of our life. Some of them play large roles and make deep impressions. Some of them open for us a whole new perspective and vision of the world. Some leave us with everlasting interest in something which is to become our passion. Some of them touch our lives and inspire us with their generous hearts. Today I'm writing about one such person, someone who made a deep impact on how I see things in life. Let's just call her Mamita Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamita Mel was one of my teachers. She was upright and strict that sometimes my classmates would dread going to her class. But it was her being upright and strict that made me enjoy her class a lot, because it presented a fair environment in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew swiftly. I graduated from high school. She got promoted as head teacher . I graduated from college and landed a job. She got promoted as principal and handled different schools. But during all these years, we kept in touch. While in college, I would eagerly tell her stories about school. I would show her my articles published in a daily newspaper and I would know that she was proud of me. She never told me how proud she was. But I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she isn't really that kind of person--not the type who would hug me to soothe my broken optimism, nor go shopping with me at the mall, nor spend time with me in "kulitan" or anything trivial. Most of the time, her schedule is full or she would be dead tired from work. I rented a house that's just a stone's throw away from hers. And whenever I would walk by her house, I would wonder how she was doing or if diabetes had been kind to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because heroes aren't only the ones who die for their country or risk life and limbs to save others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;But the thing I love the most is that when we get to have time together, we cover over lunch or breakfast the times we have lost. Just a few words, a few stories, are all that is necessary. And we will be back in the saddle again, exchanging each other's points of view on education, politics, show business, our careers, and personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have considered Mamita Mel my second nanay. Perhaps because I have always felt comfortable sharing with her things that I would normally share just with my mother. Perhaps because I have always looked up to her ideals and principles in her chosen career. Perhaps because despite her busy life and her silence that sometimes keeps her distant, I know that I matter to her like her own child. Perhaps because it deeply warms my heart and it makes me proud when she addresses me, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Anak.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Kablogs Journal announce that heroes will be the August theme, I have thought of writing about my Mamita Mel. Because she is one of my heroes. Because heroes aren't only the ones who die for their country or risk life and limbs to save others. Heroes, like my Mamita Mel, are also those who trust us, who care for us, and  touch our lives regardless if we are their own blood or not. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Miss N has always been very vocal about her life, especially her childhood, in the hope that those who are able to read her stories can learn a lesson or two from her past. She would be happy if you could join her in living and celebrating life at &lt;a href="http://nortehanon.com/" target="_blank" title="Go! celebrate the gift of life!"&gt;www.nortehanon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read Ms. N's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Ms.%20N" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1727504024025330414?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1727504024025330414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/mamita-mel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1727504024025330414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1727504024025330414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/mamita-mel.html' title='Mamita Mel'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-8159189943165470411</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.064+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:32:44.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who wants to be a hero? Its conceivable to have one, enough so that most people nowadays yearns for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne of man's greatest talent - and arguably also its folie, is to identify its weakness. We structure our value system in a way that it should work towards meeting our needs as the situation and conditions presents itself.  Living in a third world country tainted with hardships and poverty, we brand anyone who contributes to alleviate such conditions as heroes. A few decades ago, you would have to be in a military uniform to be called as such, our freedom was threatened then. Today, we focus on poverty. And so whoever seems to drive against it is our new hero. And in this generation, we affectionately call them OFWs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having won our freedom - courtesy of our previous heroes it seems, the Overseas Filipino Workers are now the new heroes of the free world. We stuck them with apathetic words like sacrifice, patriotism and home-sickness, we make movies and plays, write books and songs for them. Praising them for playing their part as saviors of our otherwise impoverished way of life. We tend  to romanticized what in reality simply means a mother, father,  sister or a brother fulfilling his duties to his or her own family. Working for a specific goal whose main, and perhaps only concern, is to somehow provide a better quality of life for all of them. Apparently, they too understand their weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Heroes are ordinary people doing extraordinary things in extraordinary circumstances&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; so says the banner of an action movie. But really, who would want an extra burden? There's probably a reason why superman, batman or the other "mans" want to keep their anonymity, as If the responsibility isn’t overwhelming enough that they would find the need to share their personal lives with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, who wants to be a hero? - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Anonymous Contributor.&lt;br /&gt;Click the logo to read more Essay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-8159189943165470411?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/8159189943165470411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8159189943165470411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8159189943165470411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/hero.html' title='HERO'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3380685623739426968</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.063+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:16:51.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenjie&apos;s Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenjie Solis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>HEROES Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jbsolis.com/" target="_blank" title="Thoughtskoto"&gt;&lt;img height="57" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWM7TlnlUo/TVZsbxdQvWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5m7jMhgc3VU/s233/Columngrafx---kenjie.png" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an excerpt from the book I am drafting; of my journey to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along that journey are people -- individuals -- who have touched my life one way or another; is (or was) responsible for the man I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I admired them so much; hold them in high regard and respect. They are the &lt;b&gt;heroes and heroines of my life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do not have a place to build them their monuments nor a ground to mark their honor, nor a trophy to bestow on them. I hope they know, through this KUDOS, that in my heart and all throughout my life, I carry a tremendous, a very deep feeling of gratitude for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH, FOR MAKING MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER BECAUSE YOU ARE THERE.&lt;/b&gt; I hope your influence and your light of goodness will continually shine and magnify its radiance to make this world a better and brighter place. Please accept this compliment as a token of my gratitude for making a difference in my world. You played a very important role in shaping my future, and therefore, EACH OF YOU IS A SIGNIFICANT PIECE in my life's quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my previous entry here about &lt;a href="http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2010/11/heroes-of-my-life.html" target="_blank" title="Heroes of my Life"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heroes of my Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’d like to thank solely the people behind &lt;a href="http://www.ofwkablogs.com/" target="_blank" title="Kablogs"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kablogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/" target="_blank" title="The Kablogs Journal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kablogs Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogawards.com/" target="_blank" title="Pinoy Expat/OFW Blog Awards"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am embarrassed that people think I am behind this organization and group where in fact, the volunteers, and the OFW Bloggers, and supporters are the ones behind it. For me, you are the heroes. For us, my wife and I and the officers of PEBA, you, each of, are the real heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organization and group have our share of ups and down, we were able to survive the trials and challenges, and we rejoice together in our triumphs and successes. We are proud of our unique capabilities and talents despite the distance that stretch to as far as America, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kuwait, South Korea, the Emirates, and the Philippines. We run an organization that does not paid a single volunteer with salary or money. We find joy in serving our fellow bloggers and OFWs, and that makes you, heroes in your own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that if we serve other’s faithfully, we also serve THE ONE we all look up to, and in turn, He bless our lives with so much goodness and blessings. Last night someone said about our organization, another advocacy group based here in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sa ilang years na walang media exposure, lumago ang grupo ng PEBA, dumami ang mga members, na mga OFW bloggers sa ibat-ibang panig ng mundo.. Hindi lang po sila award-giving body na grupo.. They started as parang contest, pero kalaunan ay nagpromote na rin sila ng Servant Leadership, naging charity organization pa.. at saksi tayo sa Patnubay sa mga problema ng OFWs na natulongan at naresolba ng grupong PEBA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naka-align po sila sa ating adbokasya, dahil hindi sila yong tipong grupo na mahilig magblow ng trumpet kung tutulong, hindi sila humingi ng kahit anong kapalit or recognition man lang. at lalong hindi sila mga politiko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ito lang po muna and congratulations to PEBA, sa inyong success at patuloy na paglawak at pag-unlad para sa kabutihan ng mga OFWs... hanggang sa pagtanda natin.. Mabuhay po kayo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patnubay.com/" target="_blank" title="Patnubay.com"&gt;Patnubay.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Please know that in my heart, and all throughout my life, I will carry a deep feeling of LOVE, RESPECT and GRATITUDE to each and every member, fans, and volunteers and nominees of &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogawards.com/" target="_blank" title="Pinoy Expat/OFW Blog Awards"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ofwkablogs.com/" target="_blank" title="Kablogs"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kablogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/" target="_blank" title="The Kablogs Journal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kablogs Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Kenji is &lt;a href="http://jbsolis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Mr. Thoughtskoto"&gt;Mr. Thoughtskoto&lt;/a&gt; in the blogging world. His story and his life is one of endurance: he was six when his dad left him; he is the eldest among four siblings; his mom died of cancer when he was 16; he self supported himself through college. He now works as a quality engineer in Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia, and is a doting father to Hevyn and a loving hubby to Shiela (and adds:  "a grandfather to Hevyn's pet duck".)&lt;br /&gt;► Read Kenji's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Kenjie%27s%20Thoughts" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3380685623739426968?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3380685623739426968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/heroes-among-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3380685623739426968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3380685623739426968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/heroes-among-us.html' title='HEROES Among Us'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWM7TlnlUo/TVZsbxdQvWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5m7jMhgc3VU/s72-c/Columngrafx---kenjie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-6034677398352851131</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.062+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:59:11.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Marie'/><title type='text'>Violy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rosemarie-armenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Mula sa Bahaghari"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hE6RF_eIJrU/TWlSp5pCsyI/AAAAAAAABUk/oHgeZP53PI8/s300/Columngrafx---rmarie.png" style="height: 57px; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ati akala ko, ang mga bayani ay nabubuhay lamang sa libro. Bayani kapag namatay ka para sa kapakanan ng nakakarami. Bayani kapag nakipaglaban sa mga mananakop, kapag may bagay kang nagawa para sa bayan. Yun kase ang nakalakihan kong pangaral sa eskuwelahan e. Ganoon ang alam kong bayani. Pero nagbago ang lahat ng iyon ng makilala ko si Violy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokpok, salot sa lipunan, babaeng mababa ang lipad… yan ang tawag nila sa mga babaeng katulad ni Violy. Puta kung itinuturing ng ibang mamamayan. Hindi nirerespeto, pinandidirihan. Bata pa lamang si Violy ng nagsimula itong magbenta ng laman. Disi-syete anyos. Menor de edad. Isang taon lamang matapos ang hayskul. Palibahasa maganda si Violy, makinis, kaakit akit at maamo ang mukha, malakas ang benta nya sa mga mayayaman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tulad ng ibang mga babaeng bayaran, naranasan ni Violy ang buhay na marangya. Sa isang pribadong paaralan sya nagtapos ng sekondarya. Nakatira sila noon sa malaking bahay at sunod sa luho ang nagiisang anak na ito nila Mang Rudy at Aling Tess. Subalit parang kandilang dahan dahang naupos ang yaman ng mga ito simula ng atakihin sa pangatlong pagkakataon sa puso si Aling Tess. Naubos sa pagpapagamot ang naipundar ni Mang Rudy hanggang sa isang araw, bigla nalang itong sumuko at naglaho. Tuluyan ng naiwan si Violy at si Aling Tess sa pangangalaga ng isa’t isa. Yun nga lang, mas kailangan ni Aling Tess si Violy dahil paralisado na ang kalahating katawan nito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil hayskul lamang ang natapos ni Violy at kailangan nya ng  sapat na halaga para  sa gamot at pangangailangan nilang mag-ina, pikit mata niyang ibinalandra ang katawan niya sa kung kani-kaninong tao. Tangan lamang ang pagmamahal sa ina, gabi gabi niyang iginigiling ang maliit niyang bewang kapalit ng tig-iisang libo ng mga lalaking hayok sa laman. Tikom ang labi nya sa bawat pangungutya sa kanya ng mga tao sa paligid. Isa lamang ang gusto ni Violy, ang magandang bukas para sa kanya at ang manatili sa mundo ang kanyang ina hanggang sa abot ng kanyang makakaya. Ipinangako niya sa sarili niya na hangga’t kaya niyang kumayod, mabubuhay silang magkasama ni Aling Tess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawampu’t walong taong gulang na si Violy ngayon. Wala na si Aling Tess. Subalit alam niyang ipinagmamalaki siya ng kanyang ina kung nasan man siya naroroon. Accountant na si Violy ngayon at nagbunga lahat ng paghihirap, pagod at dasal niya noon. Hindi na sya kinukutya ngayon. Hindi na rin sya salot sa lipunan kundi ginagalang, nirerespeto at hinahangaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludo ako kay Violy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi siya nagpatalo sa hirap at sa kawalang pag-asa. Sinuong niya ang hirap ng pagpasan sa kanyang ina ng mag-isa. Pinilit niyang iahon ang sarili niya sa putik ng kahihiyan. Ganoon ang bayani. Matatag, maaasahan, may paninindigan. Ang tunay na bayani ay nagmamahal ng walang hinihintay na kapalit at nagtitiis ng walang hinihintay na papuri. Hindi iindahin ng bayani ang pagod maging masaya lang ang paglalaanan niya nito. Yun si Violy. Isang tunay at makabagong bayani. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Rose is an active PEBA Core Group Volunteer and TKJ's new Editorial Staff. She is an OFW, working in a hotel as Front Desk Receptionist in Doha, Qatar. She regularly writes personal blogs at &lt;a href="http://rosemarie-armenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Rainbowbox"&gt;Rainbowbox&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dlittlegirl.wordpress.com/" target="_blank" title="The Little Girl's Diary"&gt;The Little Girl's Diary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Rose's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Rose%20Marie" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-6034677398352851131?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/6034677398352851131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/violy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6034677398352851131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6034677398352851131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/violy.html' title='Violy'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hE6RF_eIJrU/TWlSp5pCsyI/AAAAAAAABUk/oHgeZP53PI8/s72-c/Columngrafx---rmarie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-242877583642024240</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.061+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:42:34.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dakilang Bayani Anghel Ng Buhay Ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gusto kong ialay ang ginawa kong tula para sa aking kapatid, ang aking bayani, ang aking anghel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBSbgBBZtYw/Ti8hiUaSHiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/39LvvTSjuoE/s320/273157_234691103219816_100000367831895_825048_7135532_o.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;indi ko kailanman malilimutan ng isang araw, bigla na lamang natapos ang masasaya naming araw, dahil kailangan nyang umalis papuntang Japan. Hindi ako nagtanong kung bakit, pero ang sabi nila, kailangan daw nyang umalis para maiahon kami sa kahirapan. Ang tanging nasa isip ko, paano na ang pag aaral niya, paano siya 'pag nalulungkot doon, sinong makakasama niya?  Napakabata pa niya. Anong trabaho ang kaya niyang gawin? Mura pa ang katawan niya at isip. Noong una, ang edad na 15 ay sobrang bata pa, walang muwang sa mundo, bago pa lang nag uumpisang mangarap sa buhay, tambay, pasaway, ni hindi nga mautusan na bumili ng suka eh… tapos, ang ate ko, pupunta sa Japan?? Paano 'yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming taon bago pa mauso ang mga cellphones at ipads, computers at iphone, ang komunikasyon lamang ay sa pamamagitan ng sulat, dalawang linggo bago ito matanggap, at dalawang linggo uli bago makarating sa pupuntahan. Noon, bihira pa ang may landline, at ang mahal ng charge ng tawag overseas. Naiisip ko, paano kaya ang ate ko 'pag nalulungkot? Kapag hinahanap niya ang kanyang mga mahal sa buhay? Paano kapag umiiyak siya? Sino ang yayakap at hahawak sa kamay nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nakita ko kung gaano siya katatag, kung gaano niya nilabanan at nilalabanan pa ang mga pagsubok sa buhay niya. Hanggang ngayon, isa siyang pader na sinasandalan ko, isa siyang isang halimbawa ng isang magiting na bayani na hindi sumusuko sa ano mang laban. Halos 25 taon nang buhay niya, inialay niya sa kanyang buong pamilya. Bawat sandali ng buhay namin, andun siya, naka alalay, at ni minsan hindi nagpakita ng pagkapagod sa tagal ng panahon ng aming pagkakasandal. Isa siyang tunay na bayani, hindi lang para sa pamilya niya, kundi sa iba pang taong naging bahagi ng buhay namin. Isa siyang anghel na binigay ng Diyos, dahil wala kaming magulang na maaari naming sandalan. Mabuhay ka ate! Pagpalain ka ng Diyos! Wala kang katulad! Dahil ikaw ay…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dakilang bayani, ikaw'y anghel ng buhay ko,&lt;br /&gt;Nilimot ang sarili, ibang bansa ay iyong dinayo;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi inaalintana, ang malulupit na bagyo,&lt;br /&gt;Maipagkaloob lamang, ginhawang pangako mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay lumisan, nakipagsapalaran sa murang gulang,&lt;br /&gt;Labing limang taong edad, salat pa nga sa karanasan;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging baon mo'y iyong lakas lang at tapang,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sumuko kailanman kahit na nga nasusugatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko lubos at ganap na maunawaan,&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ang buhay, di parehas kung minsan;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ang Diyos ba, ay may kinikilingan,&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi makita, ang  iyong  mga kahirapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lakas at tapang mo, sarili mo ay inialay,&lt;br /&gt;Para sa buhay na matatag, pamilya mong minamahal;&lt;br /&gt;Nilimot mo ang sarili, kinitil ang kaligayan,&lt;br /&gt;Katumbas ay ngiti sa labi ng mahal mo sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula noon hanggang ngayon, ikaw ay umaalalay,&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisilbing tanglaw, lahat sa amin ay gumagabay;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay isang bayaning, lihim lamang kung magningning,&lt;br /&gt;Papuri ay 'di sapat, kahit handugan pa ng awitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay ang bayani, anghel ng buhay ko,&lt;br /&gt;Kailanman ay nakatago, nakadambana sa aking puso;&lt;br /&gt;Higit pa sa aking buhay, pangako ko sa iyo,&lt;br /&gt;Aalagaan at mamahalin, kailanman ay di magbabago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minamahal kita, ikaw ang aking idolo, &lt;br /&gt;Hinihiling sa Diyos, sana'y maging katulad mo;&lt;br /&gt;Maging sapat ang tatag, ang lakas ko at talino,&lt;br /&gt;At pagdating ng araw, maging bayani rin, at anghel nyo. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/wassemandmarizcelle" title="Facebook Profile"&gt;Mariz&lt;/a&gt;, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://dakilangmanggagawa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="ReInA EmOtErA's AdVeNtUrEs In HoLy LaNd"&gt;ReInA EmOtErA's AdVeNtUrEs In HoLy LaNd&lt;/a&gt;. She came from Quezon Province and currently based in Israel as Caregiver. She is an avid supporter/ volunteer of PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-242877583642024240?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/242877583642024240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/dakilang-bayani-anghel-ng-buhay-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/242877583642024240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/242877583642024240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/dakilang-bayani-anghel-ng-buhay-ko.html' title='Dakilang Bayani Anghel Ng Buhay Ko'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBSbgBBZtYw/Ti8hiUaSHiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/39LvvTSjuoE/s72-c/273157_234691103219816_100000367831895_825048_7135532_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1344701249359831018</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.060+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:36:55.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>OUR HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good Hero is someone looked up&lt;br /&gt;that will served as an inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero is is very courageous and&lt;br /&gt;willing to put their life aside before themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero can submit themselves to follow laws&lt;br /&gt;wholeheartedly even if it will break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero doesn’t need to be successful but should&lt;br /&gt;have true Intentions from within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero does not need to have superhuman power,&lt;br /&gt;only faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero can be of any races in our land&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to give a hand and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero doesn’t need to be good at everything&lt;br /&gt;but who can stand up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero is somebody who could make you smile&lt;br /&gt;without any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hero could be OFW,&lt;br /&gt;helping us learn towards our future. - &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like action="recommend" layout="button_count" send="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Gracia, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://diarynigracia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Diary ni Gracia"&gt;Diary ni Gracia&lt;/a&gt;. She is currently based in Kuwait. She's one of the Nominee at PEBA 2011 with her Entry &lt;a href="http://diarynigracia.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-return-i-will-bring-chang-and.html" title="I will return, I will bring change and will leave one a fortune…"&gt;I will return, I will bring change and will leave one a fortune…&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1344701249359831018?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1344701249359831018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/our-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1344701249359831018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1344701249359831018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/our-hero.html' title='OUR HERO'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7495531219251290797</id><published>2011-08-23T12:15:00.057+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:44:11.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue017'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Si Lola Pining</title><content type='html'>&lt;fb:like layout="box_count"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;apakarami ng bayani ng Pilipinas. Kilala mo ba silang lahat? Alam mo ba kung panong itinuring silang bayani ng ating bayan? Alam mo ba kung anong klaseng pakikipaglaban ang ginawa nila para sa ating bansa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maaring nalaman mo ang ilan sa tulong ng ating kasaysayan. Isinabuhay ang kanilang mga karanasan sa mga librong ating pinag-aralan nuong tayo’y nasa paaralan pa. Pero alam mo ba ang tunay na ibig sabihin ng “kabayanihan”?  Ikaw, para sayo, sa sarili mo, ano ang sarili mong depinisyon ng pagiging isang bayani? Kailan ba maituturing na isang bayani ang isang tao?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si Lola Pining, ay may dalawang anak.  Isang babae at isang lalaki. Namatay ang panganay na anak na lalaki nuong kabataan nito.  Habang ang anak na babae naman ay siyang naging kasa-kasama niya.  Bata pa lamang ang kanyang mga anak ng bawian ng buhay ang asawa ni Lola Pining. Solong itinaguyod ang mga anak, ngunit walang nakatapos ng kolehiyo, parehas na hayskul lamang ang kanilang narating. Ang anak na lalaki, naging delingkwente. Kung ano-anong illegal na bagay ang pinasok, hanggang sa masukol ng mga pulis at mapatay.&amp;nbsp; Ang anak na babae, kung sa kani-kaninong lalaki pumapatol, hanggang sa mabuntis, magkaron ng dalwang anak na magkaiba ang ama at bigla na lang naglaho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa ngayon naiwan sa pangangalaga ni Lola Pining ang dalawang apo na may edad 6 at 8. Kapwa pumapasok sa elementary. Si Lola Pining, sa edad na anim napu't walo ay may taglay pa ring kalakasan at kasiglahan.  Gumigising siya ng napakaaga upang magluto ng maari niyang itinda na almusal sa mga kapitbahay, sabay nito ang pag-aasikaso sa dalawang apo na papasok sa paaralan. Kapag nakaubos ng paninda at maihatid ang mga apo ay tutulak naman siya papunta sa palengke upang ilako ang kakanin na kanyang ginawa nang nagdaang gabi. Pagdating ng hapon ay susundo sa mga apo at uuwi. Aasikasuhin ang hapunan ng mga bata, makatapos nito ay bibilinan silang huwag lumabas ng bahay habang sya naman ay lalabas para magtinda ng sigarilyo at kendi hanggang alas nueve ng gabi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagdating sa bahay ay hindi pa natatapos ang gawain ni Lola Pining, magaasikaso pa siya ng para sa paninda nyang kakanin kinabukasan, kasabay na rin ang paghahanda ng mga lulutuin nya kinabukasan. Malamang ay inaabot ng alas dose si Lola Pining sa kanyang mga gawaing ito.   Sa ganyan umiikot ang araw-araw na buhay ni Lola Pining. Umaga, hapon, gabi.. kayod ng kayod.. Kayod para sa kakainin nila para sa bukas, kayod para sa pag-aaral ng mga apo, kayod para sa darating na bukas, kayod ng kayod para mabuhay. Lahat ginagawa ni Lola Pining para mairaos ang kanyang mga apo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isang simpleng halimbawa ng kabayanihan. Pagsasakripisyo ng sobra-sobra pa sa kakayanan natin upang mabuhay ang mga mahal sa buhay,. Hindi natin kailangan ang mga libro upang makakilala at magkaron ng isang bayani. Hindi natin kailangan ng kung anu-anong parangal o “rekognisyon” sa ating mga ginagawa upang  masabing isa tayong bayani. Sa bawat tahanan/pamilya, mayron kang maituturing na bayani. Ang pagiging bayani ay hindi rin nasusukat sa kung ilang tao ang natulungan mo sa adhikaing napili mo. Ang pagiging bayani ay nasa puso ng bawat isa atin… sa ating mga nabubuhay, sa ating mga nagmamahal.. at sa ating mga nasisikap.- &lt;b&gt;TKJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Sender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7495531219251290797?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7495531219251290797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/si-lola-pining_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7495531219251290797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7495531219251290797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/08/si-lola-pining_23.html' title='Si Lola Pining'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3114857946236012031</id><published>2011-07-18T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:53:52.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>True Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km_JZLhlMjc/TiOSXmDkBcI/AAAAAAAABJk/Qb7DHDmaq0I/s1600/ISSUE016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km_JZLhlMjc/TiOSXmDkBcI/AAAAAAAABJk/Qb7DHDmaq0I/s400/ISSUE016.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang imahe ay mula kay  &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=465196212973&amp;amp;set=a.449450807973.250121.134794097973&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;Jack Cabida&lt;/a&gt; ng Al-Khobar, K.S.A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isa ang imaheng ito sa isang daan mahigit na kalahok sa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PEBA Photo Contest nuong nakaraang taon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hile i still have the chance to blog something, let me just share with you short description of a true friend.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a true friend has a long black hair... yes, a true friend is a SHE. (no offense guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is a career woman. She has a stable job and she earns a whole damn lot from it. But, she never forgets to step her feet on the ground. Never boasts about anything. Never forgets to be somebody whom you can turn to in times of need. A true friend is someone who you can talk to, about anything under the sun. May it be about food, about exercise, deep secrets, the kind of underwear that you're wearing at the moment, your period and how damn pissed you are when you cant wear a sanitary pad 'coz you don't have one in your pouch and the never ending techniques on how to lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see guys, that's one of the main reason why a true friend is a SHE. She never gets tired of listening, even if your stories are the same. Even if she still has something to do (for instance, doing her laundry) and even if she still needs to wake up early in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is tough. A true friend's heart may be broken for several times but always manages to move on and hold her head high. Besides, who needs a man if all he does is hurt you? She is strong no matter what. Manages to laugh at her mistakes and clumsiness... Manages to tell jokes even if she's hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is an angel. Helps you with anything. Tells the truth. Tells that you're fat because you are fat. Tells that you are stupid because you are stupid. Tells you that your wrong because you are wrong and she will help you understand what is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way? Have i told you that a true friend has a name? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xrstian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xrstian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216841_185750268137882_100001087306194_448201_746021_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Rose is an active PEBA Core Group Volunteer and TKJ's new Editorial Staff. She is an OFW, working in a hotel as Front Desk Receptionist in Doha, Qatar. She regularly writes personal blogs at &lt;a href="http://rosemarie-armenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Rainbowbox"&gt;Rainbowbox&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dlittlegirl.wordpress.com/" target="_blank" title="The Little Girl's Diary"&gt;The Little Girl's Diary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Rose Marie's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Rose%20Marie" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3114857946236012031?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3114857946236012031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/true-friend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3114857946236012031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3114857946236012031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/true-friend.html' title='True Friend'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km_JZLhlMjc/TiOSXmDkBcI/AAAAAAAABJk/Qb7DHDmaq0I/s72-c/ISSUE016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4935064194125245907</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:13:10.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Psalmist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Pagpapatawad sa Isang Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lam mo ba pare, badtrip ako kanina, grabe ang toxic sa work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding… (tunog ng elevator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok pare sabay tayo uwi mamaya, may lakad tayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parehas kaming nagtatrabaho sa isang building ng aking itinuturing na &lt;b&gt;matalik na kaibigan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th floor ako, 12th floor siya, halos nabubuo ang kwentuhan namin tuwing magkikita kami sa elevator dahil ang canteen ng building ay nasa 10th floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balitaan, pasikatan, sumbungan at kung anu-ano pang mga karanasan sa trabaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;br /&gt;ngunit ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;parang napakalayo ng loob ko sa kanya,&lt;br /&gt;kahit na nasa harapan ko siyang hinahabol ang hininga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na nga ba ang pinagsimulan ng hindi namin pagkakaunawaan na nauwi sa&lt;br /&gt;paghihiwalay bilang matalik na kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(lakasan mo ang loob mo pare)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(makakalabas din tayo, siguragong may makakatuklas din sa atin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hndi ko masabi sa kanya,&lt;br /&gt;naaawa ako sa kalagayan niya dahil parehas kaming hirap ng huminga na kung magsasalita pa ako ay baka lalo lang akong manghina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahhhh pa-pare&lt;/b&gt;, sambit niya&lt;br /&gt;pa-patawad kung nasira ko ang buhay ng pamilya mo dahil sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;pa-patawad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyakap ko siya habang unti unting pumapatak ang butil ng luha niya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigil pa rin akong magsalita dahil iniipon ko ang natitirang hangin sa akin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may nagsalita na sa labas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir nakita ko na ang pinto ng elevator, bubuksan na namin at baka may mga casualties sa loob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pare, pinapatawad na kita, nasabi kong ubod ng lakas na nawalan na ako ng malay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Basahin ang iba pang fiction sa kanyang Blog na &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/" target="_blank" title="Mga Kathang Isip ni at Kwento Kiko"&gt;Mga Kathang Isip at Kwento ni Kiko&lt;/a&gt;. Sinusulat niya ngayon ang Kwento ng Buhay ni Navya, isang batang punong-puno ng kaalaman at kapighatian. Abangan!&lt;br /&gt;► Read The Psalmist's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Psalmist" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4935064194125245907?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4935064194125245907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/pagpapatawad-sa-isang-kaibigan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4935064194125245907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4935064194125245907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/pagpapatawad-sa-isang-kaibigan.html' title='Pagpapatawad sa Isang Kaibigan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s72-c/fictionTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4529049113593614235</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:54:58.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Salamat Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marami ang nagsasabi,&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit naging magkaibigan kami. &lt;br /&gt;Sa kasabihang " Same birds, flocks together" na maririnig parati, &lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami swak, ang samahan daw namin ay may sapi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung kami ay nasa hayskul sa Paranaque, &lt;br /&gt;Sa mga gusto't hilig, magkahiwalay na kami. &lt;br /&gt;Ako'y naging aktibo sa mga grupo, doon ay sumali, &lt;br /&gt;At siya'y nag-iintay... naiiwan sa isang tabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taon ang lumipas habang kami ay lumalaki, &lt;br /&gt;At sa kolehiyo, nag-kaiba ng iba't ibang kakampi,&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay nanatiling simple, mabait at walang kimi,&lt;br /&gt;Samantalang ako'y oras nauubos sa party-party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y natutong uminom, magyosi, &lt;br /&gt;Samantalang siya, kahit sisha, di sumayad sa kanyang labi. &lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ganun, natatanong ko parati?&lt;br /&gt;Na ang aking bespren, dko maaya sa disco dyan sa Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon nga, na nasa trenta na kami, &lt;br /&gt;Ang aking kaibigan, walang pinagbago, walang kimi. &lt;br /&gt;Ngunit, masayang naging ina sa mga anak nyang lalaki,&lt;br /&gt;At heto ako, mag-isa, sa kagagala,di parin mapakali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, tinanong ko ang Maykapal isang gabi, &lt;br /&gt;Bakit siya ang aking bespren, bkit ang iba, hindi. &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang napansin, habang ka-chat ko siya palagi, &lt;br /&gt;Na ang aking bespren, ay ang aking Anghel sa tabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naroon ang aking kaibigan habang ako'y umiinom,&lt;br /&gt;"Isang bote lang Mai", ang sabi nya noon. &lt;br /&gt;Naroon din siya habang usok ay nagmumula sa aking ilong,&lt;br /&gt;" Pangit sa babae yan", ang sabi nya rin noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dinami-dami ng aming pagkakaiba, &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon lang naliwanagan ang aking mga mata.&lt;br /&gt;Na siya ang aking Anghel na binigay ng Ama, &lt;br /&gt;At nag hihintay ng aking pagbabago't bumalik sa Kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat aking kaibigan, &lt;br /&gt;Na hanggang ngayon, ikaw parin ay nandyan. &lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa mga payong walang katapusan, &lt;br /&gt;Dahil hangad mo lang aking kabutihan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat....aking Kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1394945206" title="Myles"&gt;Myles&lt;/a&gt;, is a store supervisor at Romano's Macaroni Grill in Doha Qatar. She's now in UAE for a month's training for POPEYE's (another food store by International Fast Food Concepts). A true lover of poetry, she shares her thoughts on her Facebook Wall and hopefully to join blogging with the help of her dear &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/" target="_blank" title="Kuya Kiko"&gt;Kuya Kiko&lt;/a&gt;. Watch out for her new blog coming soon. Read her published poem &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/2010/12/pag-ibig-sa-food-court.html" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4529049113593614235?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4529049113593614235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/salamat-kaibigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4529049113593614235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4529049113593614235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/salamat-kaibigan.html' title='Salamat Kaibigan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7601482657157053957</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:52:54.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Pakikipag Kaibigan sa Ibang Bayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ula ng ako ay umalis ng bansa at sandaling iwan ang aking mga mahal sa buhay tila yata nabawasan ako ng isa sa mga tunay kong kaibigan at kasangga. Sa unang pagsabak ko pa lamang sa bansang aking pinuntahan tila yata mailap at nangangapa ako kung sino at paano ako makakahanap ng mga tunay na kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa unang araw at buwan na lumipas simula ng dumating ako sa bansang aking pinuntahan ay naging masaya ako kahit puno ng lungkot at homesick ang aking nararanasan dahil sa marami agad akong naging kaibigan. Hindi ko makakalimutan sa lahat kahit na iba ang aking kumpanyang pinapasukan ay tinanggap pa rin ako ng mga kasamahan kong Pilipino sa kanilang akomodasyon. Tinulungan nila ako kung paano mamuhay ang isang baguhang OFW. Sa kanilang pagtulong tila yata nakalimutan ko ang minsang dumating na pagsubok sa akin bilang OFW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa paglipas ng mga panahon at taon na namalagi ako sa labas ng bansa marami akong natutunan patungkol kung paano ba makipagkaibigan sa kapwa. Alam kong hindi ako perpektong tao sa larangan ng pakikipag-kaibigan, nakakagawa rin ng mga mali kung minsan pero buo pa rin ang suporta ko sa bawat kaibigan na aking sinasamahan. Mahirap mamuhay sa ibang bayan kapag wala kang mga kaibigan dahil sila lang ang magiging dahilan para hindi ka malungkot at ma-homesick sa panahon na nakikipag laban ka sa magulong mundo ng BuhayOFW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat panahon na lumipas at habang ako'y nakikipagbuno sa magulong mundo ng BuhayOFW may mga bagay akong nais malaman tungkol sa pakikipag kaibigan. Iba't ibang klase ugali na nakahilera sa atin kung paano ba ang makipagkaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kalse ng pakikipagkaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pangit na kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plastik na kaibigan - ito ang mga taong habang nakatalikod ka kung anu ano ang mga sinasabi tungkol sayo. Ito rin ang mga taong pinaka mahirap kaibiganin sa lahat dahil dito mo makikita ang isang ugali ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;* Manggagamit na kaibigan - ito ang mga taong ginagamit ka lang kapag may kailangan sayo.&lt;br /&gt;* Traydor na kaibigan -  ito ang mga taong akala mo ay mabait sayo pero siya pala ang magiging dahilan sa ikakabasak mo. ito rin ang taong mahirap pakisamahan dahil akala mo mabait yun pala magiging traydor sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;* Sulsol na kaibigan - ito ang mga taong mahilig manukso na gawin mo ang mga bagay na hindi mo naman talaga dapat gagawin. ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit nasisira ang pagiging magkaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tunay na kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Best Friend - ito ang pinaka the best mong kasama kahit saan ka man mapunta maging sa mga pagsubok na nangyari sayo hindi hindi ka niya iiwan kahit na anu man ang mangyari.&lt;br /&gt;* Childhood Friend - mula pa sa pagkabata ay kasama mo na ang kaibigan mong ito at ito rin mismo ang kasama mo sa lahat ng kalokohan at maging sa katinuan na mula pa sa pagkabata.&lt;br /&gt;* Pamilya - marahil ay nagtatanong kayo kung bakit isinama ko ang pamilya sa kategorya ng kaibigan. Dahil sila lamang ang mga tunay at tapat nating kaibigan kahit anung mangyari sa ating buhay sila pa rin ang nagsisilbing gabay at walang sawang tuutulong sa bawat panahon na tayo ay nakikipagsapalaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi natin makakaila na sa bawat segundo, minuto at oras na namamalagi tayo sa ibabaw ng mundo ay may mga tao tayong nakakasalamuha at nakakasama. Hindi natin alam kung hanggang saan at kailan natin magiging kaibigan ang mga taong nasa paligid natin dahil kahit sa isang idlap lang maaaring magbago ang lahat. Matuto tayo kung paano makipag kaibigan sa kapwa dahil iyan ang magiging susi ng lahat para mahanap natin kung sino ba talaga ang dapat at tunay nating masasamahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat panahon na namamalagi ako sa labas ng bansa pilit kong ginagawa kung anu ang mabuti para magawa ko ng maayos ang aking buhay dito sa ibang bayan. Umaaasa ako na balang araw dumating sa akin ang mga taong tutulong at magbibigay sa akin ng lakas upang labanan ko ang hamon ng pakikipagkaibigan sa ibang bansa. Hindi ako pekpekto ngunit pinipilit ko na maging isang tunay na kaibigan sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa bawat panahon na nakasama ko kayo kahit minsan ay nagroon tayo ng hindi pagkakaunawaan sa mga maliliit na bagay na tayo mismo ang nagsimula. Umaaasa ako na magiging maayos at maganda ang ating samahan kahit pa mayroon man tayong hidwaan sa isa't isa dahil sa mga maling paratang. Sa lahat ng mga naging kaibigan at kasama ko simula ng ako'y nakipagsapalaran sa pagiging OFW nagpapasalamat po ako ng marami. Umaasa ako na hindi pa rin magbabago kung ano ang naging simula natin mula ng tayo'y naging magkakilala dito sa bansang ating pinuntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula po sa inyong likod - &lt;a href="http://buhayofw2010-2015.blogspot.com/"&gt;Buhay OFW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Alex Flores is a blogger from Doha, Qatar. His blog &lt;a href="http://buhayofw2010-2015.blogspot.com/"&gt;buhayOFW&lt;/a&gt; tackles about the life and experiences of an OFW. Visit his blog and get to know him better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7601482657157053957?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7601482657157053957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/pakikipag-kaibigan-sa-ibang-bayan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7601482657157053957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7601482657157053957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/pakikipag-kaibigan-sa-ibang-bayan.html' title='Pakikipag Kaibigan sa Ibang Bayan'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2723583531805822847</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:49:11.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Glimpse of my Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;magination in my opinion is one of the most amazing gifts we have as humans.  When I was younger I would think that these types of thoughts were silly and stupid dreams.  And that day, after I thought about it and couldn't believe that I would actually enjoy these types of activities with my friends, I decided that there was nothing wrong with letting my imagination run wild and that moving forward, I intend to fully experience in my mind any such thoughts and not feel bad about it, or think it's crazy or a dream.  What's wrong with having thoughts that bring smiles to my lips and joy to my heart?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you remember your world when you were a small child? Can you picture a single day in Elementary year? Better yet, can you picture one as a kindergartener? Do you remember your old views and dreams? I do. I remember my past so very vividly: the games, the friends, the hopes, and the ignorant bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rules didn’t make sense, but weren’t those the “funniest” games of all? I remember thinking that smoking, drinking, swearing, gangs, and guys getting their ears pierced were all bad things. I remember my friends agreeing with me. Things change, though, don’t they? Whether you want them to or not, they change. As you get older you make little exceptions. Just this once.  One more little thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I think about what makes someone a good friend, I think about all the characteristics of my own friends. My personal definition of a friend is someone who is always looking out for me, and will help me if I’m in trouble. A friend has to be someone I trust and who trusts me in return. Another important characteristic in a friend is someone who I can talk to, and make me laugh. One of the most important traits of a friend is someone who will help you if you need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents did not agree with my philosophy so I had to give myself permission to go out of the house. I would use the window to get out then I would proceed to scale the roof to one side of the house and jump off on to the trampoline. I was always sure to dress in completely black. One personal experience I had with this was when my friends, Jhellai, Mark and I we all out driving around late at night. We were on our way home from going up to our camp at the Tinago falls in Iligan City, it was four in the morning, and we were all tired. Mark was driving the car and we had just gotten off the south way when I ran over a glass bottle and our tire popped. I didn’t know what to do. We had no money, and were stranded. Millions of thoughts were racing through my mind: what would I tell my mother, how could we get it fixed, and most importantly how could I stay out of trouble. My friend Mark called up his brother to come and tow the car. His actions that night made me realized that a true friend would take risks for each other. A strong friendship also depends upon mutual thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember that sometimes I used to be mad at them because they wouldn’t let me do certain things. I now understand why they did.  When I did something bad, they were still there to support me. I was a very dependent child growing up. My friends and I get along most of the time, always on go. The most important thing I expect from other people is respect. I get along with people of the same sex just as well as people of the opposite sex. No matter what I did, they never turned their back on me. I would respect them so I would want respect them in return. Other than that I always new I had a caring family to come home to. Even though I’ve done things that my parents weren’t happy about, they still supported me. I think independence is a very essential thing in order to live on your own. I think its going to hurt me a little in the long run because I am not very experienced in some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the people that I want to thank, these are the people that make a difference and give me the courage to keep going.  Together they make me strong.  The kind gesture and sympathy of a total stranger gave me the strength that day to keep moving forward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I study because I want to, because I feel like I need to, because at the end of every semester I feel a sense of accomplishment and because I owe it to myself and to my future to make it happen.  I believe that it is never too late to make one’s dream come true.  However, I could never do it without those people who have held my hand, pushed me and told me that I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, that physics teacher made me cry and I was loosing my hair from stress and getting really sick.  But at the end I think it wasn’t her that was challenging me, I think I constantly challenge myself.  I was upset because I wasn’t doing as good as I knew I could, I was angry because I don’t handle getting low grades well.  But I learned that semester that I can only do, the best that I can, and that that is ok, because I am fulfilling my dream.  It is never to late to do what we really want to do, and If I can do it, anyone can.  All it takes is the desire to make it happen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a long way to go still and I will probably cry many more times, and continue to challenge myself.  But I will continue to try my hardest, because I know that with the help and support of those who care about me, I will be able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe there is no such thing as a perfect childhood or life. People are no perfect. Therefore, children have some flaws in their childhoods, some more than others. There may be several flaws in someone’s childhood, but there are many good points to back on. These good points all depend on six basic needs. They’re love, acceptance, security, independence, sense of achievement, and personal while growing up, I had a rather satisfactory childhood. I never question if was loved when I was a kid. I was loved then and I’m still loved now. My friends were there whenever I needed help. They cared for me and did what was best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ghillcorner.com"&gt;Ghill Larombe &lt;/a&gt;'s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; blog and get to know him better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ghillcorner.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2723583531805822847?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2723583531805822847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/glimpse-of-my-childhood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2723583531805822847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2723583531805822847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/glimpse-of-my-childhood.html' title='Glimpse of my Childhood'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3148235708203411749</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:48:19.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LordCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Para Sa Iyo, Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para sayo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;atlong taon na pagkakaibigan, ni hindi kita nakita ng personal o  kahit man lang nakausap sa telepono, madalas online lang kung mag-usap  tayo, asaran, kulitan, minsan pa nga iyakan kapag may mga problemang  pinag-uusapan. Bestfriend na nga ang turing ko sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nung unang nagkaproblema ka gustong-gusto kong tumulong financially,  pero may pamilya ako at masyadong maraming gastusin. Pero alam mo, hindi  ako tumigil ng kakaisip ng paraan para kahit simpleng paraan makatulong  ako sayo. Naalala mo ba yung Prayer Brigade ng mga Pinoy Bloggers para  sayo? Ginawan ko pa ng image yun kahit di ako magaling sa graphics,  ikinalat ko sa mga blogger, kasi alam ko, sa simpleng dasal na yun ay  malakeng tulong na para sa mga may problema, lalo’t marami ang gagawa  nito para sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko nakatulong kahit kaunti ung Prayer Brigade na yun sa problema  mo, gumaan kahit sandali ang dinadala mo. Pero alam mo bang  pinag-awayan namin ni misis yun? Oo, buti pa raw ikaw ginagawan ko ng  ganun. Ang nasa isip ko lang nun alam naman ng Diyos kung gaano ko  kamahal ang pamilya ko at yung ginawa ko para sayo ay tulong lang sa  itinuring kong kaibigan na gagawin ko rin sa iba pang mas  nangangailangan kung sakali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo rin ba ung mga debate natin sa forum, kadalasan tungkol sa  pagmamahal, pag-ibig, o basta usapang puso. Kasi naman, may panahon  talagang magkaiba tayo ng paniniwala pagdating sa ganitong bagay, pero  bandang huli nauuwi rin lang sa asaran, kulitan, pero kadalasan  nagkakasundo tayo sa iisang opinyon na tulad ng tutuong magkaibigan  hindi matatapos ang araw nila na hindi gagawin ang shakehands na simbolo  ng friendship nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko pang gustong alalahanin sa tatlong taon na pagkakaibigan  natin, pero hindi ko na siguro kailangang isa-isahin, baka umabot ng 100  pages to, maboring pa yung magbabasa lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin eh siguro sa tatlong taon na  pagkakaibigan natin may mga pagkukulang ako bilang kaibigan sayo pero  alam mo ba binigay ko ung buong tiwala ko sayo…dumating na nga sa  puntong ikaw ang ginawa kong organizer, volunteer at taga-tanggap ng mga  tulong mula sa mga kaibigan upang kahit papaano makatulong tayo sa mga  mas nangangailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala akong pinagsisisihan dun, nakita naman ung resulta eh,  maraming ngumiting bata dahil sa yo. At dahil sa proyektong yun,  malamang taon-taon ko nang gagawin ‘to hanggat may mga taong handang  tumulong sa mga mas nangangailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang, wala ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ako? Eto, iniwan mong sumasagot sa lahat ng tanong nila,  Nagpapaliwanag sa kung bakit ka nagkaganun, pilit itinatayo ang  pundasyon na muntik mo nang sinira, pilit na ipinaglalaban na huwag  mawala ang tiwala ng iba sa akin na kung tutuusin ikaw ang may sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami naman kasi nila, friend…may Blogger, Forumer, OFW, tapos  pati ung mga pinakilala ko sayo. Nakakasawa ring magpaliwanag sa kanila,  pero kailangan kong gawin para mawala ung duda nila sa akin, para ung  pundasyon na minsan kong iningatan ay hindi masira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na siguro to, friend. Masyado nang mahaba, gusto ko lang iparating sayo ang pinagdaraanan ko sa mga pinaggagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-click ko na rin pala ung UnFriend sa FB, madali lang pala…at sana  ganun din kadaling i-click ung tatlong taon na pagkakaibigan natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong dating Kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://fromthedungeon.com/"&gt;LordCM's Blog&lt;/a&gt; and get to know him better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3148235708203411749?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3148235708203411749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/para-sa-iyo-kaibigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3148235708203411749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3148235708203411749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/para-sa-iyo-kaibigan.html' title='Para Sa Iyo, Kaibigan'/><author><name>LordCM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04457537092168501856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__e2ZBwVpoqI/S4Sr9vPO38I/AAAAAAAAAug/qjSXKcRAJ9Q/S220/tattoo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1252741486871691126</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:46:55.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marco Paolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Sister, My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank God for having a friend like you,&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful friend I ever had,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that I can rely on,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;We’re miles away since I’m leaving the place,&lt;br /&gt;I never heard from you since then,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook connected us again. &lt;br /&gt;I’d realized that I’ve missed you,&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing,&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy that you’re happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not forgetting me,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet and happy memories,&lt;br /&gt;Will always bear fresh in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hubby got jealous of me,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, tell him don’t be!&lt;br /&gt;We’re just like brother and sister,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I am far apart from you,&lt;br /&gt;I assure you that you will not be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what… you’re still my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You’re still my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother is here,&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, missed me?&lt;br /&gt;Just look up the stars above,&lt;br /&gt;I am there smiling at you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Marco, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://marcopaolo24.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Kol Me Empi"&gt;Kol Me Empi&lt;/a&gt;. He came from Surigao del Norte and currently based in Quezon City. He is an avid supporter/ volunteer of PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Read Marco's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Marco%20Paolo" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1252741486871691126?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1252741486871691126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/my-sister-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1252741486871691126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1252741486871691126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/my-sister-my-friend.html' title='My Sister, My Friend'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3051928626430665423</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:46:40.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babyluv'/><title type='text'>BESPREN nuon hanggang ngayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung saan uumpisahan&lt;br /&gt;Tulang sa matagal ng kaibigan ay inilaan&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang may bigat sa aking kalooban&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa iniinda niyang karamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aking natatandaan mula sa aking kamusmusan&lt;br /&gt;Palaging naghahabulan di nawawala ang kalmutan&lt;br /&gt;Sabay laging pumasok sa iisang eskwelahan&lt;br /&gt;Nag uunahan na kapag oras ng uwian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masasayang kwentuhan sa araw na nagdaan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi makakailang minsan ay may bolahan&lt;br /&gt;Mga sikreto ang laging pinag uusapan&lt;br /&gt;Tiwala sa isa’t isa dahil sa haba ng pinagsamahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit lumipas ang maraming taon&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y walang balita sa aking kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Nabigla na lang ako ng aking malaman&lt;br /&gt;Siya ngayon ay may malalang karamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko man siya personal na madamayan&lt;br /&gt;Sa pangungumusta ay hindi ko tinitigilan&lt;br /&gt;Gabi gabing dalangin para sa kanyang kagalingan&lt;br /&gt;Hiling ko sa KANYA sana’y pagbigyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong taon na pala ang kanyang karamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Katawang lupa niya’y hindi na makayanan&lt;br /&gt;Breast cancer pakiusap siya’y iyong iwanan&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga taong siya lang din ang sandigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan sa aming pag uusap hindi ko matagalan&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat nanghihina na ang kanyang katawan&lt;br /&gt;Kahit pinalalakas ko ang kanyang kalooban&lt;br /&gt;Sumusuko na siya sa hirap na nararamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa inyo pong lahat ako’y nakikiusap&lt;br /&gt;Dalangin para sa aking kaibigan ay sapat&lt;br /&gt;Malaking tulong para mapagaan ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Ako po sa inyo’y lubos na nagpapasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001368725990" title="Babyluv"&gt;Babyluv&lt;/a&gt;, is a School Teacher at Divina Pastora College in Doha Qatar. She came from Gapan, Nueva Ecija. She's an apprentice writer at Mga Kathang isip at Kwento ni Kiko. Please visit her poems &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/p/mga-likha-ni-babyluv.html" title="mga likha ni babyluv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3051928626430665423?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3051928626430665423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/bespren-nuon-hanggang-ngayon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3051928626430665423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3051928626430665423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/bespren-nuon-hanggang-ngayon.html' title='BESPREN nuon hanggang ngayon'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-8094393500116449155</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:38:41.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Aking kapatid, Tunay na Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung papaano ko ito sisimulan&lt;br /&gt;Wala sa kondisyon at ulira't ang aking kaisipan&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakbay diwa di alam saan patutunguhan&lt;br /&gt;Nararamdaman ko'y ang bakas ng kalungkutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat isa na namang kaibigan ang lilisan&lt;br /&gt;Upang muling harapin ang bagong kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;Tangi ko lamang maibibigay kayo'y suportahan&lt;br /&gt;Ipagdasal sana maging mabuti ang kalagayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala-ala ng ating pagkakaibigan aking iingatan&lt;br /&gt;Bawat masasayang bahagi ng ating kasiyahan&lt;br /&gt;Mga biglaan at wala sa planong lakwatsahan&lt;br /&gt;Walang tanong-tanong at bahid ng kaartihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandaling pagkakakilanlan nabuo sa bowlingan&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa grupo at may ganitong bandingan&lt;br /&gt;Ma mi miss ko mga food trip at mga luto-lutuan&lt;br /&gt;Parang isang pamilya salo-salo sa hapag kainan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga araw na ating pinagsamahan&lt;br /&gt;Batid kong ikaw din ay tulad kong nahihirapan&lt;br /&gt;Sadya siguro ganito ang ating mga kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;Darating din ang araw babalik sa inang bayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magiingat ka aking mahal at tunay na kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Darating ang panahon na muli magkakakitaan&lt;br /&gt;Pagkakaibigan at samahang na ating nasimulan&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y muli nating bubuuhin sa kahit anung paraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the Author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang ang buhay ni Sexy Rose&lt;br /&gt;Tawag sakin ng mga frenz ko sa Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Dito naman sa Doha Qatar Rose o Esor&lt;br /&gt;Di nila ako kilala kase baliktad name ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako nga pala'y nagmula sa bayan ng Paranaque &lt;br /&gt;Buong pangalan ko'y Rosemarie Dapedran-Esocta&lt;br /&gt;Gamit ko Surname ng chick boy kong X na asawa&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa FB Esor Nardepad noong ako'y dalaga pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dalawang anak na babaeng magaganda :)&lt;br /&gt;Pangalan nila'y unique at kakaiba sa lahat&lt;br /&gt;Ang panganay ko'y ROAVIMA SILVER (AG)&lt;br /&gt;Ang bunso ko nama'y  RHED AURELLA (AU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa pangangalaga ng aking butihing mahal na ina&lt;br /&gt;Maayos naman ang buhay ko sa bansang Pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;Sa kagustuhan kong matatakan ang aking passport&lt;br /&gt;At makatakas sa problemang puso kaya ako nandito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguroy' natatawa kana sa istorya ng talambuhay ko&lt;br /&gt;Pang maalaala ang buhay ko kong  iyong makikilala (drama)&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik,simple,uliran,martyr lahat pwedeng itawag sakin&lt;br /&gt;Pero MABUTING KAIBIGAN.. MASAMANG KAAWAY..:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtratrabaho nga pala ako bilang SEXYTARY ng Arabo (secretary) :)&lt;br /&gt;DUKHAN ENGINEERING SERVICES sa may Al Waab&lt;br /&gt;Mag dadalawang taon na ako dito at malapit ng matsuge&lt;br /&gt;Kasapi ako ng grupong FILEX una kong grupo sa Qatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamakailan buwan ng Mayo sumapi ako sa samahang PIBQ&lt;br /&gt;PAG IRIBANG BICOLNON QATAR GRUPO NG MGA URAGON :)&lt;br /&gt;Basta nakakatulong sa kapwa tungo sa kawang gawa IN ako.&lt;br /&gt;Nasundan na ng iba't-ibang samahan at kasalukuyan Dugong Pinoy&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' sya batid kong natatawa kana sa aking munting telenobela&lt;br /&gt;Baka maiiyak kapa at gawing pilikula ang aking  buong istorya &lt;br /&gt;Yong tulang aking ginawa para sa mga kaibigan kong Best Tse! 3R&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? kase Rudolfo,Rose,Rodel kaya nabuo ang samahang 3R :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-8094393500116449155?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/8094393500116449155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/aking-kapatid-tunay-na-kaibigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8094393500116449155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/8094393500116449155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/aking-kapatid-tunay-na-kaibigan.html' title='Aking kapatid, Tunay na Kaibigan'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1306151918409086918</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:36:23.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dahn Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Unabridged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are rivers far from each others’ flow,&lt;br /&gt;Those two rivers with different directions,&lt;br /&gt;In the same time share the same glow,&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of clean and undoubtful affections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The river from north comes forth with its grace,&lt;br /&gt;And the river from south comes forth with gentleness,&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes of flow in one same day,&lt;br /&gt;With the hope to face tomorrow’s challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rivers were bound to cross each other’s path,&lt;br /&gt;And meet in a direction they ought to go,&lt;br /&gt;The day came that they need not to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;And share their flow in oneness of the ocean’s draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of emotions where differences dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Makes the ocean set in peacefulness and truth,&lt;br /&gt;And the days that passed were full of warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the other side of the ocean was to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean separated in two other rivers,&lt;br /&gt;But they are much different from before,&lt;br /&gt;Because of the seabed they shared for a time,&lt;br /&gt;‘Till they meet again in the same ocean floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Dahn Jacob – (Animus) is the author of &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/"&gt;Animus (Anonymous Sanctuary)&lt;/a&gt; and PEBA 2010 Grand Prize Winner with his entry &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/2010/09/ang-bakal-na-ibon-sa-himpapawid/"&gt;Ang Bakal na Ibon sa Himpapawid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=1306151918409086918#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1306151918409086918?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1306151918409086918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/unabridged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1306151918409086918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1306151918409086918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/unabridged.html' title='Unabridged'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-607943182167728958</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:35:23.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>My Virtual Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he is always someone who is always around me… always online for me. Even our time difference is far behind. Still she can hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quality of friendship she has for me is in very best quality. Someone who does favor for me even where far more than miles away, someone who can range from, someone who can relate with me,&amp;nbsp; someone whose complete opposite of me. Added to her value is being honest, trustworthy and dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know choosing a friend is not that easy, specially in this virtual world. I know everybody has different ideas on what other will be thinking about this. Friends play an important part of our life. It should be someone who can encourage us when we are sad, entertain when we are lonesome and listen when we have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountering someone like her can be quite difficult in this time be it personal or virtually. Yes, it is very difficult to have a definition of a good friend to agree upon. Since everyone has different personalities.&amp;nbsp; I am happy that I discovered&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; one true friend from her.&amp;nbsp; A helpful one for me, which is I know a hard to find one by this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willingness. That is all it takes in order to be considered a good friend&amp;nbsp; for me. The willingness on our both part is within.&amp;nbsp; I am willing to stay for&amp;nbsp; her to listen and she is the same way too for me. Even it is not the most exciting thing in the world to hear for her, she is still there on the other line for me. And that make me feel&amp;nbsp; special. It allows me to exhale all my worries and battle some here in sun and sand land. And all of these makes us step closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for me I am always willing to give advice to her. I am willing to think thing through with her and try to give her the best advice. Our friendship never measured only by time we spent together when were online.&amp;nbsp; It measures the meaning it brings to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My willingness to care for her as a good friend is carved in my heart. That is why she care’s for me the same way too. We both care for both feelings and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that if someone is in need and the whole world seems to be turned against them, we must be the one to care and make them that it’s not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know making friends was not going to be easy, because if we want good friend then we must be willing to listen, sacrifice, give advice and care for them. And this give me good pay off, and I’m glad to have someone name GINA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://diarynigracia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grace's Blog&lt;/a&gt; and get to know her better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-607943182167728958?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/607943182167728958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/my-virtual-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/607943182167728958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/607943182167728958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/my-virtual-best-friend.html' title='My Virtual Best Friend'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3155619038202554576</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:30:03.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dahn Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Isang Araw sa Buhay ni Kurimeow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;sang hapon, araw ng Lunes, mga bandang alas-tres ng hapon pagkagaling sa eskwela habang naglalakad si Kurimeow pauwi ng bahay ay umaawit siya ng paborito niyang kanta mula kay Pusikat Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies… When I grow up, fresh and clean, number one chick, when I step out of the scene… ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy siya sa paglalakad sa may pusali ng madaanan niya ang isang kaibigan na nakatambay sa tindahan ng mga isda.&lt;br /&gt;“Hoy, Kurimeow!” sigaw ni Pusabos sa kanya. “Pakendeng-kendeng ka pang naglalakad diyan habang kumakanta. Mamaya makita ka na naman ni Asungot at habulin ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaibigang Pusabos, okay lang naman na habulin niya ako. Habulin talaga ako kasi ang kyut ko kaya. Hehe…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Si Kyuting lang ang kyut. Pero bahala ka, kasi pati si Aspin nakita ko kanina kasama ni Asungot. Yari tayo dian mamaya gawin ka nilang hapunan. LOL” pang-aasar pa ni Pusabos kay Kurimeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Naku Pusabos, ikaw kamo ang mag-ayos-ayos dian. Kaya walang nagkakagusto sa’yo eh. Lagi ka na lang nakatambay. You’re a dirty old cat. Mag-shower ka kahit minsan sa isang buwan. Joke. Hehe…” pagkasabi nito ay nagpaalam na si Kurimeow kay Pusabos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa siya nakakalayo ng may naalala siyang sabihin kay Pusabos , “Oo nga pala, payong kaibigan lang ah. Ugaliin mong maligo at maging malinis sa katawan. Seryoso ako. Kapag dinalas-dalasan mo yan. Babango ka na. Pero dahil friendship tayo kaya nagsasabi ako ng tapat sa’yo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Henaku, alam ko naman. Kapag magkaibigan nagsasabi ng totoo kahit minsan masakit basta sa ikabubuti naman. Okay fine. Bye na. Magpapa-spa na ako. Now na.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuluyan na ngang nagpaalam sa isa’t-isa sina Pusabos at Kurimeow. Bago makarating si Kurimeow sa kanilang bahay ay nakasalubong naman niya ang isa pang kaibigang pagala-gala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaibigang Pusanggala, saan ka na naman pupunta? Mukhang may date ah? Meron nga ba?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nakow, wala ano. Alam mo naman ako. Mahilig lang talaga magliwaliw. Ikaw ata ang may date eh. Nakita ko si Galisaso sa may kanto. Inaabangan ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hala. Kukulitin na naman ako nun. Kras kasi ako nun eh. Yoko nga sa kanya. Ang dungis tapos puro pa galis kasi hindi man lang marunong mag-tutbras kaya tuloy tulo-laway. Dapat kasi araw-araw nagtututbras. Pagkatapos kumain tsaka bago matulog. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May tama ka! Pero alam mo na ba ang latest kay Asungot?” pag-uusisa ni Pusanggala kay Kurimeow sabay kindat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano? Hindi na ba siya nakasimangot? Alam mo kaibigan. Minsan intindihin mo na lang yan si Asungot. Kaya lang naman yan laging nakasimangot dahil lagi niyo ring inaasar. Ayan tuloy parang pinagtampuhan ng tadhana.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakikinig lang si Pusanggala habang nagsasalita si Kurimeow pero sa totoo lang kating-kati na ang kanyang mga paa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mabuti pa kaibiganin mo siya. Tutal mahilig ka namang gumala. Ipasyal mo siya. Masarap kapag nakakapagpangiti ka ng kapwa. Pramis. Oh siya paalam na. Kailangan ko pang mag-praktis ng pang-audition ko sa singing contest eh. Bye girl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na sa Kanto si Kurimeow ng matanaw niya si Galisaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kurimeow may labs! Kanina pa kita inaantay. Dito na me kanina pa weh,” bulalas ni Galisaso kay Kurimeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaibigang Galisaso, sabi ko naman sa’yo.. I’m not yet ready kahit sa puppy love. Tsaka, nag-aaral pa ako. Tutuparin ko muna lahat ng pangarap ko. Ikaw may pangrap ka ba? Kapag natupad mo yun o kapag napatunayan mong sa sarili mong kaya mong magsumikap, pwede na siguro. Okay ba yun?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aba oo naman! May pangarap kaya akong maging wrestler. Hehe… idol ko kaya yung magaling na si Aso Cena.” pagmamalaki ni Galisaso. “Basta pramis me, you’ll wait for me ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Promises are made to be broken. Hindi ako nangangako pero may isang salita ako. Deal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masayang umalis si Galisaso dahil simula nung araw na yun alam niyang may patutunguhan ang pagiging matyaga niya.&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa bahay nadatnan niya nag kanyang mga kaibigan na nag-aaway. Si Pusakal at Askal. Halos araw-araw na lumipas walang ng ginawa ang dalawang ito kundi magkalmutan, maghabulan at mag-kagatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasok ni Kurimeow sa bahay, “Friends! I come in peace.” Sabay kanta ng “Ang magkaaway ipagbati, gumitna ka at huwag kumampi.” Natahimik sina Askal at Pusakal.&lt;br /&gt;Maya’t maya pay dumating na rin si Aspin. Galing din siya sa eskwela kung saan isa siyang iskolar. Matalino at mapagkumbaba. Siya talaga ang taga-pamagitan. Peacemaker ng tropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get ready to rumble!!!!” sigaw ni Aspin pagpasok sa bahay. Natulala ang lahat. Naguguluhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wazzup?! Wazzup?!” usisa ni Kurimeow. “Ako’y nagugulumihanan.” Pagdurugtong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surpresa! Surpresa!” sabay-sabay na sigaw ng buong tropa. Wala pala si Pusanggala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka pa rin si Kurimeow kung anong kaguluhan at may pagtitipon sa kanilang bahay. Kaya nagsimula na ring magtalumpati ang bawat isa. Pinangunahan na ni Astig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi naman kailangan ng okasyon para magkaruon nang kasiyahan at salu-salo. Isang pasasalamat lang ‘to para sa’yo Kurimeow. Bilang pagtanaw ng utang na luob sa kagandang asal mo. Masaya kami dahil may kaibigan kaming nakakakita ng kamalian namin at naitutuwid kami sa maayos at mahinahon na pamamaraan.” paliwanag ni Astig, ang tigasing aso ng tropa. Siga pero sa totoo lang may pusong pusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pusanggala naman! Pusanggala naman!” kantyaw ng mga tropa. Duon lang nila namalayan na wala pa pala ang isa pa nilang kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry I’m late. Hehe…” saktong sabi naman ni Pusanggala na kadarating lang. “Mas mabuti na ang huli, kesa absent. Pero, wag mawiwili. Ayan tuloy, nagmamadali akong tapusin ‘to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito nagtatapos ang araw ng Lunes nila Kurimeow at ng kanyang tropa. Marami pang araw ang sumunod at puro maganda na ang pangyayari at eksena. Sa madaling salita, nakapasa si Kurimeow sa audition. Sa ngayon kasama na siya sa grupong Kitty-kitty Girls. Well, they live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Dahn Jacob – (Animus) is the author of &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/"&gt;Animus (Anonymous Sanctuary)&lt;/a&gt; and PEBA 2010 Grand Prize Winner with his entry &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/2010/09/ang-bakal-na-ibon-sa-himpapawid/"&gt;Ang Bakal na Ibon sa Himpapawid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=3155619038202554576#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3155619038202554576?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3155619038202554576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/isang-araw-sa-buhay-ni-kurimeow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3155619038202554576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3155619038202554576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/isang-araw-sa-buhay-ni-kurimeow.html' title='Isang Araw sa Buhay ni Kurimeow'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s72-c/fictionTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7554523116187184935</id><published>2011-07-18T12:30:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:31:03.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dahn Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue016-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Magkakaibigang Estranghero</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine said, “Don’t you dare follow me because I am lost.” And I whispered in return, “I am also lost… so I won’t follow you. I will walk beside you instead.” – Animus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;lang beses ka na rin namang natisod, nadapa at bumulagta sa daan. Sa iyong paglalakbay marami ang nakitawa, naki-iyak at dumamay sa iyong pasan sa balikat. Nariyan sila, mga taong hindi mo kakilala. Nakasalubong sa pasilyo ng paaralan o kaya sa lansangan na iyong madalas tambayan. Iba’t ibang mukha, halos hindi mo na matandaan kung sino sila. Ngunit sa paglipas ng panahon ang mga estranghero na ito’y tumatak na sa iyong puso. Naging bahagi ng iyong pagkatao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga nilalang sa mundo na hindi mo akalaing magiging kasama mo sa hirap at ginhawa. Mga taong nakaalitan mo at nakaaway ng mahabang panahon. Saan ba nagsisimula ang lahat? Hindi ba’t nuong una ay hindi naman talaga kayo magkakakilala. Magkakaiba ang ideyolohiya sa buhay, pananaw at paniniwala maging sa relihiyon, pulitika at kultura. Sa mga hindi pinagkakasunduan naruong ayaw ninyong magpatalo sa isa’t isa. Ipinaglalaban ang alam ninyong nararapat at wasto. Sa bandang huli hindi pa rin magkasundo ngunit may respeto na ipinagkakaluob sa bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami ang nagsasabing kaibigan ka nila, marami sa kanila may kanya-kanya rin namang dahilan bakit ka nila itinuring na isa sa kanila. Marahil para sa sariling interes. Sa paglipas ng taon, iilan rin lang ang matitira. Akalain mong kung sino pa ang madalas mong maka-away at hindi makasundo ay siya pa palang magiging gabay mo sa pagtahak sa landas na iyong binabaybay. Iilan lang din ang nakatagal sa pagkatao mong hindi maarok ng karamihan. Ikaw na may sariling mundo, hinanakit na ikinubli at kinimkim… ikaw na ayaw magpakilala sa mundo, sila ay nakauunawa sa iyo. Nakatutuwang isipin na ang mga pagtatalo, mga away na naganap at mga iyakan ay naging daan upang makilala ninyo ang isa’t isa ng lubusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin mabilang kung ilang beses ninyong itinakwil ang pagkakaibigan ngunit hanggang sa ngayon kayo pa rin ang magkaka-akbay na nag-aantay sa pagsikat ng araw at sa muli nitong paghimlay. Hinubog kayo ng mga pasakit at alinlangan, mga dusa at pighati na nagpatatag sa tinatawag ninyong matalik na pagkakaibigan. Kayo na may kanya-kanyang dinaramdam, iisa lang ang tugon sa bawat hinaing ng puso at isipan… ang pagdamay ng walang pag-iimbot at kusang luob na talikuran ang hidwaan. Sa kabila ng lahat ng ito, anumang gulo at salimuot ng relasyon… sa bandang huli patuloy kayong nagkakaunawaan at nagmamahalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-usad ng mga taon, isang simpleng ngiti at sulyap ay madali na ninyong napapaamo ang nagmamaktol na kaibigan. Ang dating sumbatan at iyakan ay masarap balikan upang alalahanin at gawing katatawanan. May katuturan ang lahat, sa pananahimik ng isa alam mo na ang dapat gawin at hindi na kailangang pang alamin… dahil ang matalik na magkaibigan ay nariyan upang ikaw ay damayan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;g:plusone&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Dahn Jacob – (Animus) is the author of &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/"&gt;Animus (Anonymous Sanctuary)&lt;/a&gt; and PEBA 2010 Grand Prize Winner with his entry &lt;a href="http://dahnjacob.com/2010/09/ang-bakal-na-ibon-sa-himpapawid/"&gt;Ang Bakal na Ibon sa Himpapawid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=7554523116187184935#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7554523116187184935?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7554523116187184935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/magkakaibigang-estranghero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7554523116187184935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7554523116187184935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/07/magkakaibigang-estranghero.html' title='Magkakaibigang Estranghero'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3077057019187649088</id><published>2011-06-13T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:54:20.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Proud Ako Kay Itay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg54OYvY1DU/TfWoqXRLU0I/AAAAAAAABHg/MTT-h3xc6Fo/s1600/Issue15A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="421" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg54OYvY1DU/TfWoqXRLU0I/AAAAAAAABHg/MTT-h3xc6Fo/s400/Issue15A.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://buhayofw2010-2015.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang imahe ay mula kay &lt;a href="http://baulninoel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel Ablon&lt;/a&gt; ng Saudi Arabia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isa ang imaheng ito sa isang daan mahigit na kalahok sa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PEBA Photo Contest nuong nakaraang taon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ng mahal kong Itay! Isa lang ito sa laging namumutawi sa aking bibig nung time na nawala na siya sa aming paningin noong taong 2003 habang ibinababa ang kanyang kabaong ang kanyang libingan. Nakakaiyak ang mga tagpo noon pero pilit kong nilalakasan ang aking kalooban dahil wala na rin kaming magagawa dahil kinuha na siya. Alam ba ninyo na napakarami ang nakiramay sa amin  nung time na yun dahil si Itay ay napakabait sa ibang tao at maging sa aming pamilya isa siya sa maituturing kong "Perfect Father". Hindi pa rin naaalis sa aking isip kung gaano kahalaga ang mga oras na kami ay nagluluksa sa kanyang pagkamatay. Mahirap kalimutan ang mga kasiyahan at magandang pangyayari nung nabubuhay pa siya dahil nakatatak na sa aking puso at isip ang kahalagahan ng aking AMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming bagay akong pinagsisihan nung magkasama pa kami sa bahay. Palibasa hindi ko pa noon naiisip kung gaano pala kahirap ang maging isang Ama dahil bata pa ako. Naalala ko pa noon kahit na hirap na ang kanyang katawan sa pagiging barbero ay pilit pa rin siyang kumukuha ng kostumer para lang may maipambili ng pagkain at mailatag sa aming harapan. Napakasakit talaga sa aking kalooban kapag naalala ko ang mga bagay na katulad ng ganyan noong buhay pa siya. Naalala ko rin dati na naiinis pa ako kapag tinatawag ang pangalan ko  para hilutin ang kanyang likod dahil sa kanyang karamdaman, Ang bad ko talaga noon, nakakainis. Hindi ko rin makalimutan kapag pinagagalitan at sinasabihan niya ako na wag kong gawin ang mga bagay na ikapapahamak ko. Hays napapabuntong hininga tuloy ako ngayon mahirap pala maging isang Ama. Nalulungkot ako kapag naalala ko na hindi ako naging mabuting anak sa kanila nung siya ay nabubuhay pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy nung lagi niya ako sinasabihan na wag na akong pumunta sa HOLIDAY PLAZA, Pasay para mag Video Games na inaabot ako ng madaling araw sa kalalaro ng "Street Fighter at Tekken". Iyon kasi yung kinababaliwan ko nung bata ako, mahilig din kasi ako sa mga barkada na inaaabot ng hating gabi sa daan para lang tumambay at makipag kwentuhan. Sobrang bad ko talaga noon. Nung tumuntong na ako ng college saka ko lang unti unting naiiwasan ang mga barkada dahil kailangan kong maging working student dahil medyo mahal ang tuition fee at hindi na ako kayang suportahan ni Itay. Pero hindi pa rin nawawala ang pangaral niya habang ako ay nag-aaral sa  college kaya kahit paano nakikita ko pa rin ang kanyang suporta. Napakasarap ang maging tatay ang isang katulad niya kaya kahit wala ka na sa aming piling lagi ka pa rin laman ng usapan namin ng mga apo mo, kaya't "PROUD ako kay Itay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Tatay Bhoy napakaswerte ko po sa inyo dahil pinalaki ninyo ako ng maayos kahit na hindi tayo gaano magkasundo dahil sa magkakaiba nating hilig. Nag iisa ka lang sa aming puso dahil bawat tao ay may iisang Ama sa mundo at para sa akin ikaw ang best father. Happy father's day "Tatay Bhoy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Days sa lahat ng katulad kong Ama ng Tahanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless sa mga pamilya natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muling nagbabalik ang The KaBlogs Journal upang bigyang pugay ang mga Tatay na walang sawang nagmamahal, nagsisipag, nagtityaga at patuloy na nag-aaruga sa kanilang pamilya sa abot ng kanilang makakaya. Ang buwang ito ng TKJ ay inihahandog namin sa Inyo...Happy Father's Day, Itay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Alex Flores is a blogger from Doha, Qatar. His blog &lt;a href="http://buhayofw2010-2015.blogspot.com/"&gt;buhayOFW&lt;/a&gt; tackles about the life and experiences of an OFW. Visit his blog and get to know him better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3077057019187649088?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3077057019187649088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/proud-ako-kay-itay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3077057019187649088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3077057019187649088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/proud-ako-kay-itay.html' title='Proud Ako Kay Itay'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg54OYvY1DU/TfWoqXRLU0I/AAAAAAAABHg/MTT-h3xc6Fo/s72-c/Issue15A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-5823867437804460314</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.046+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:34:51.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rowena Quinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Itay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jncYH_Fc9wU/TdgdyWYA9FI/AAAAAAAAELU/R5W1t7zMLOk/s1600/DSC_0685babys+foot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jncYH_Fc9wU/TdgdyWYA9FI/AAAAAAAAELU/R5W1t7zMLOk/s400/DSC_0685babys+foot.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once in a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he will only come along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to show you love like no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the day you were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He bestow a certain glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warm, light and fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a prompt call from the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i used to be young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His is a presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm well familiar with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every details etched in memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of how it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I had told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while he was still around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how much he meant to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not now when he is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It bring tears to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my heart the love remains and grows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the one, my life I owe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though in heaven now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Itay, I love you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Eng is currently based in Somerset, United Kingdom with her family and working as an OR nurse. According to her, she is not a poet but she loves to rhyme, neither a photographer though she is enjoying taking snaps of things she finds interesting. She writes her poems and post her photos at &lt;a href="http://www.salitypesociety.org/"&gt;The Salitype Society&lt;/a&gt; and at her own page called &lt;a href="http://www.salitypesociety.org/"&gt;Poetic Murmurings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=5823867437804460314#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-5823867437804460314?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/5823867437804460314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/itay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5823867437804460314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/5823867437804460314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/itay.html' title='Itay'/><author><name>JTG (Misalyn)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6e6xmRd514/TtCa6pa01GI/AAAAAAAAFTM/wL4egslvWJw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jncYH_Fc9wU/TdgdyWYA9FI/AAAAAAAAELU/R5W1t7zMLOk/s72-c/DSC_0685babys+foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2008805400471252704</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:05:49.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babyluv'/><title type='text'>Tatay ko, Ipinagmamalaki ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabi nga ni ka Fredie sa kanyang awitin…&lt;br /&gt;"Nang isilang ka sa mundong ito&lt;br /&gt;Laking Tuwa ng magulang mo&lt;br /&gt;At ang kamay nila ang iyong ilaw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batay sa aking karanasan&lt;br /&gt;Tatlumpo’t apat na taon na nagdaan&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na ama’y laging nandiyan&lt;br /&gt;Pag-aaruga ay di tinalikdan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula ng mata’y mamulat&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa matutong magkalat&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting natutong lumakad&lt;br /&gt;Nakasalo lagi ang kanyang palad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok ako sa eskwela&lt;br /&gt;Nakatapos ng dahil sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ako ng pamilya&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit laging nandiyan pa din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinanas ko ang maraming problema&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng hirap ko’y karamay siya&lt;br /&gt;Bigat ng dala ko ay napapagaan niya&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga bang tatag meron ang isang ama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyam kaming binuhay niya&lt;br /&gt;Kahit minsan daing ay wala sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Dugo’t pawis ang puhunan niya&lt;br /&gt;Napakadakila niyang ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y napadpad sa gitnang silangan&lt;br /&gt;Dala ng aking matinding pangangailangan&lt;br /&gt;Nang ako’y paalis hindi niya mabitawan&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking kamay siya’y nakikipag agawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labag sa loob niya na kami’y malayo&lt;br /&gt;Subalit sa aking mga anak ako’y may ako&lt;br /&gt;Magandang bukas ang aking ipinangako&lt;br /&gt;Masakit man ngayon kami’y magkakalayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal niya ako&lt;br /&gt;Dahil bunso daw ang paborito&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong magulang na din ako&lt;br /&gt;Naramdaman kong ito ay totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa isang amang tulad ng tatay ko&lt;br /&gt;Sumakabilang buhay man ako&lt;br /&gt;Pagbalik ko siya pa din ang hihilingin ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil walang sinuman ang makakapantay dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001368725990" title="Babyluv"&gt;Babyluv&lt;/a&gt;, is a School Teacher at Divina Pastora College in Doha Qatar. She came from Gapan, Nueva Ecija. She's an apprentice writer at Mga Kathang isip at Kwento ni Kiko. Please visit her poems &lt;a href="http://www.kwentonikiko.com/p/mga-likha-ni-babyluv.html" title="mga likha ni babyluv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2008805400471252704?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2008805400471252704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/tatay-ko-ipinagmamalaki-ko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2008805400471252704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2008805400471252704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/tatay-ko-ipinagmamalaki-ko.html' title='Tatay ko, Ipinagmamalaki ko'/><author><name>The Psalmist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNtXXHxu66U/TSw9VsnLS8I/AAAAAAAABNM/A9C0foeaP3E/S220/QLicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7634106864264850386</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:50:07.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y beloved Dad passed away just a few hours after I arrived from Bangkok. He was already in the ICU. That was two years ago. I still feel the pain of losing him, of not being able to spend lots of time with him before he was gone from this earth. I still cry every time I think or talk about him. God's words bring comfort and assurance to me each time. During his funeral I read the verses from &lt;a href="#verse" title="2 Corinthians 1:3-4"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;/a&gt; which talk about God comforting us in our grief and His purpose is for us to comfort others with the comfort He gave us. It was indeed true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this day I know that we could never have gotten through the difficult times of grief without the Lord's presence, the comfort of His words as well as the friendship of His people extended to us. Then as we commemorated Dad's 2nd death anniversary last April, He put me in a situation where I was able extend the comfort I have experienced from Him. I met a dear friend who lost her husband a few months after my Dad passed away. He was also a friend and I remembered him sending me a message of condolence. Anyhow, last April I had an emotional reunion with his widow, a dear sister in the Lord. We had time to talk and share about God's faithfulness all this time, as well as our ups and downs in dealing with life. I thank God that I was able to share with her how He has comforted me and how He helped me to overcome negative emotions and such related to grieving and loss. And we prayed together. In that instance I realized that indeed the experience I had with the Lord and with life can really be use by Him to minister to another who is in need of encouragement, of comfort, of assurance. I just have to be open and willing to give of myself and think more of the other rather than thinking only of my self and my own concerns. I learned that even as we allow ourselves to be used by the Lord to comfort others with the comfort we received from Him, we can also experienced the peeling off of our own sorrow and grief. We can emerge from that experience renewed, with a fresh look at life that is before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always think of my Dad, will always miss him, will never forget him, but I can move on with life because I know that this is what he would have wanted me to do.  Especially to be of help to others and to keep trusting the Lord. That is his legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="verse"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4 | King James Version&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Faith"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy53Ujff3t8/TXkL5Rbs1rI/AAAAAAAABa8/AloJf2WgTP8/s150/faithTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Faith" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Carnation is an OFW Blogger…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=7634106864264850386#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7634106864264850386?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7634106864264850386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7634106864264850386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7634106864264850386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy53Ujff3t8/TXkL5Rbs1rI/AAAAAAAABa8/AloJf2WgTP8/s72-c/faithTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4745451980728675071</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:47:54.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habib Macarampat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Lalake Sa Buhay Ko</title><content type='html'>Siya ang aking AMA, na sa akin ay nagmahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;abait at mapagmahal na asawa, sobrang mahal niya ang akin ina, mula nang magkaroon ako ng muwang dito sa mundo, kahit kailan ay hindi ko nakita ang tatay na nainis o nagalit sa aking ina at never kong narinig na nagsalita ng masama laban sa aking ina at never siyang sumagot sa akin ina, astig diba? Bihira lang ang mga lalaking ganun na kahit mala-AK-47 na ang bibig ng kanilang asawa at minsan ay may mga kasamang granadang mura ay tahimik lang sila. Ganun ang tatay ko, pinagmamasdan nalang ang nanay ko sa tuwing inuubos niya ang lahat ng mura sa mundo sa tatay ko, tahimik lang ang tatay ko at nakangiti sa nanay ko na parang nakikinig lang ng musika. Lalalala…lala..lalala…lalalala…(volume 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“First impression lasts” hindi ‘yan magagamit sa tatay ko, kasi sa unang kita mo sa kanya, aakalain mong kamag anak siya ng mga Ampatuan. Kung hindi mo siya kilala, mag-aalinlangan kang magtanong sa kanya, takot lahat sa kanya ang kanyang mga pamangkin, mga pinsan, mga kapatid, halos lahat, kasi hindi siya masalitang tao “One word is enough”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-pride siya basta ayaw, AYAW! Kung gusto, GUSTO! kung ayaw niya sa isang tao, sinasabi niya, hindi siya ipokrito. Kung isang gamit ang tatay ko, siya ay isang cellphone na naka-silent mode palagi. Mabibilang mo sa lahat ng daliri mo ang mga salitang masasabi niya buong araw, ganun siya matipid sa pagsasalita, hindi siya mahilig magkwento, kabaliktaran ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada! Yada! Yada! Blah! Blah! Blah! (isipin mo nagsasalita pa ako at nakikinig ka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magaling magluto ang aking Ama, ‘yan ang isa sa mga hinahangan ko sa kanya bukod pa sa kamukha niya si Vic Vargas. Ang sarap niyang magluto, adobong pusit, adobong manok, adobong kalabaw, pinakbet, ilan lang yan sa mga paborito kong niluluto niya. ‘Yan ang tatay ko, siya na halos ang gumagawa sa gawain bahay pwera nalang sa paglalaba at paglilinis ng bahay, sa nanay ko naman ‘yun at minsan ay sa akin ‘yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat naman siguro ng Ama ay pinapangaralan ang kanilang mga anak, pero ang Tatay ko kakaiba, dahil nga sa tipid siya magsalita, bihira lang niya ako mapangaralan, teka parang wala akong matandaan, aahh mayroon. Minsan habang pauwi kami sa probinsya, ako muna ang pinag-drive niya, at habang nasa daan kami, nag-uusap kami, isa lang ang natatandaan ko sa pag-uusap namin iyon at hangang ngayon ay hindi ko makalimutan ang sinabi niya, “Gawin mo na ang lahat, basta wag na wag kang magda-drugs”. Uso kasi noon ang shabu, kaya siguro sa sobrang pag-aalala niya sa akin, ganun ang nasabi niya, pero dahil mabait at masunurin akong anak, sinunod ko naman siya, ginawa ko na ang lahat maliban nalang sa isa, ang mag-drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masasabi kong matagumpay siyang Ama, dahil kahit papaano ay nagawa niya akong mapatapos ng pag-aaral. Tunay kong ipinagmamalake ang aking Ama, hindi man kami mayaman (pero yayaman din) masaya kaming pamilya. Alam kung malaking tagumpay sa kanya ang mapatapos ako ng pag-aaral at magkaroon ng magandang trabaho, alam kung panatag na ang loob niya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat Ama, salamat sa pag-aalala sa amin, sa mga sakripisyo mo sa iyong pamilya, alam ko, kapag may problema tayong kinakaharap ay hindi ka makatulog, hindi mo alam nakikita kitang nakaupo sa may bintana at nag-yoyosi, alalang-alala ka kung paano mo ‘yun mareresolba.&lt;br /&gt;Nahihiya man akong sabihin sayo ng harapan kung gaano ako nagpapasalamat sayo at kung gaano kita kamahal. Lagi kong ipinagdarasal na sana ay humaba  pa ang buhay mo, ng nanay at maging matagumpay ako sa buhay upang maranasan at matikman mo ang tamis ng aking tagumpay, ipinapangako kong babawi ako sa lahat ng kabutihan at sakripisyo mo sa akin, kayo ni nanay. Tagumpay ko ay tagumpay niyo, pangako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong iparating sa lahat ng makakabasa nito, sa pamamagitan ng simpleng blog kong ito kung gaano ko kayo kamahal. Sana sa simpleng sinulat kong ito ay naipahayag ko sa lahat na, proud ako sa inyo. Ikaw ang aking idolo, ang aking hinahangan, ang nag-iisang lalake sa buhay ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Akoni in blogosphere, Habib is currently working as an Admin Assistant in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. He describes his blog as an outlet, his personal diary. You can discover more of his musings at &lt;a href="http://akonilandiya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaharian Akonilandiya&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4745451980728675071?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4745451980728675071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/lalake-sa-buhay-ko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4745451980728675071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4745451980728675071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/lalake-sa-buhay-ko.html' title='Lalake Sa Buhay Ko'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1888035537467152415</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:43:43.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rialyn Diaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Papel ng Pagmamahal</title><content type='html'>Tito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;atatawa pa din ako pag naaalala ko ang mga panahon na yon, musmos palang ako noon. Masaya ang mga pinsan ko pagdumadating ka, ang dami mo kasi laging dalang pasalubong! Tito asan ang para sa akin? Tito asan ang sapatos ko? Tito ang tsokolate? Tito, tito, tito... akala ko nga talaga tito kita pero bigla mo akong tinawag…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak, eto o para sayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito? May pagtataka sa mukha ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanggol palang ako noon nung nagsimula kang mangibang bansa halos di nga talaga kita kilala, na sa kada uwi mo Tito ang tawag ko sayo hanggang sa isang araw narealized ko Tatay pala kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos maglululundag ako pag-umuuwi ka! Masayang-masaya ako hindi dahil sa dumating kana kundi sa mga pasalubong at balik-bayan box na iyong dala. Oo daddy, hindi dahil sayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lumayas ka! Hindi ka namin kailangan akala mo ba masaya kami pag nandito ka?! Hindi! Nakakagulo ka lang!" Sigaw ko sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ata ang pinakamatindi nating away, na sa kada uwi mo gusto mo laging na sayo ang atensyon ng lahat, gusto mo lahat nakadikit sayo, gusto mo lahat sinusunod ka, kasi gusto mo, gusto mo, gusto mo, nakakaasar kana ang arte-arte mo! Nagkasakitan tayo, naglayas ako noon... dahil sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumaki akong wala ka lagi sa tabi ko, tumayo akong parang lalaki para sa mga kapatid ko, oo naging matigas ako, dahil sayo, dahil wala ka, dahil wala ka para ipagtanggol kami sa mga pangungutya ng iba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa nakapag-asawa ako ng maaga... paano wala ka... busy din si mama... wala... feeling ko mag-isa ako walang nagmamahal sa akin… feeling ko lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convicted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-usap tayo noon... naalala mo pa ba? Umiiyak ako... halos hindi ako makahinga... nanginginig ang buo kong pagkatao, parang landslide na nag-flashback lahat ng mga ginawa ko sayo. Di kita kasi naiintindihan dati kung bakit ganyan ka, kung bakit sobrang kulit mo pag-umuuwi ka, na kung bakit gusto mo halos kaming lahat nakatutok sayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang beses umupo ka sa tabi ko, di ka nagsasalita, kinuha mo ang pitaka mo may iniabot ka sa aking isang pirasong papel. May drawing na dalawang stickman, ako at ikaw. Drawing ko pala nung kinder ako. May nakasulat “I LOVE YOU DADDY”… tiningnan kita unti-unting pumatak ang luha mo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 years old na ako nun, sa loob ng 17 years itinago mo yun, iningatan mo..sa simpleng papel na yun nadurog ang matigas na ako….nadurog ang puso ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, mahal pala kita nakalimutan ko lang, pinigilan ko at itinago ko. Akala ko kasi wala akong halaga sayo, akala ko kasi puro pera lang ang nasa isip mo at akala ko kasi masaya ka doon sa trabaho mo. Patawad daddy sa mga naging kasalanan ko, patawad sa mga pagbabaliwala ko sa mga sulat mo, patawad kung sinuway ko ang lahat ng pangaral mo, patawad, patawad. Garalgal na sabi ko noon sayo..&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong narinig na sagot mo kundi isang napakahigpit na yakap lang ang iginawad mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinuong mo lahat para sa amin, naging matapang kang harapin lahat ng bagyo at maladambuhalang alon para sa amin. Kinaya mong mag-isa sa gitna ng karagatan para mabigyan kami ng magandang kinabukasan. Salamat sayo, salamat sa pagmamahal mo, salamat sa lahat ng sakripisyo mo salamat sa pangunawa mo, salamat at ikaw ang naging tatay ko….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Base po on true story namin ng daddy ko. He works as a seaman.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Rialyn, also known as iya_khin on blogsphere is an OFW from Dubai, UAE She frequently write about her daily musings in &lt;a href="http://susulatako.blogspot.com/"&gt;When I Learned How to Write&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1888035537467152415?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1888035537467152415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/papel-ng-pagmamahal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1888035537467152415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1888035537467152415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/papel-ng-pagmamahal.html' title='Papel ng Pagmamahal'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1929957625274138970</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:32:12.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rowena Quinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><title type='text'>A love like no other is that of one's father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeeYw7dVqM8/TdyAbUzoJoI/AAAAAAAAEN8/88R_jZC0Avg/s1600/dadnysa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeeYw7dVqM8/TdyAbUzoJoI/AAAAAAAAEN8/88R_jZC0Avg/s640/dadnysa.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUn9CkeBkuU/TdyAudoE-NI/AAAAAAAAEOA/9g0qHJUnZSI/s1600/dadysa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUn9CkeBkuU/TdyAudoE-NI/AAAAAAAAEOA/9g0qHJUnZSI/s400/dadysa.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A love like no other is that of one's father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;~~Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Lens"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t3Wr40lGA/TXkL5l9vEEI/AAAAAAAABbE/alvWfv2DGxo/s150/lensTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Lens and Light" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the author:&lt;br /&gt;Eng is currently based in Somerset, United Kingdom with her family and working as an OR nurse. According to her, she is not a poet but she loves to rhyme, neither a photographer though she is enjoying taking snaps of things she finds interesting. She writes her poems and post her photos at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.salitypesociety.org/"&gt;The Salitype Society&lt;/a&gt; and at her own page called &lt;a href="http://www.salitypesociety.org/"&gt;Poetic Murmurings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1929957625274138970?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1929957625274138970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/love-like-no-other-is-that-of-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1929957625274138970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1929957625274138970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/love-like-no-other-is-that-of-ones.html' title='A love like no other is that of one&apos;s father'/><author><name>JTG (Misalyn)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6e6xmRd514/TtCa6pa01GI/AAAAAAAAFTM/wL4egslvWJw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeeYw7dVqM8/TdyAbUzoJoI/AAAAAAAAEN8/88R_jZC0Avg/s72-c/dadnysa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4862219362246613050</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:29:11.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Marie'/><title type='text'>Ang Kwadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rosemarie-armenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Mula sa Bahaghari"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hE6RF_eIJrU/TWlSp5pCsyI/AAAAAAAABUk/oHgeZP53PI8/s281/Columngrafx---rmarie.png" style="height: 57px; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;maalingawngaw ang kabog ng dibdib ko sa kabila ng sabay sabay na ingay ng mga paroo’t paritong mga tao. Abala sila sa pagaayos sa paligid. Nagkalat ang mga kulay puting tela kung saan saan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang oras nalang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng kaguluhang ito nakapako ang titig ko sa isang larawang nakapatong sa ibabaw ng maliit na lamesa. Maaliwalas ang litrato na nasa kwadro. Punong puno ng buhay ang kanyang mga ngiti. Tangan nya ang manikang ibinigay ko sa kaniya noon mismong araw ng kanyang ika-pitong kaarawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimulang mamuo ang luha sa gilid ng aking mga mata…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nila ito dapat makita… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumikit ako upang pigilan ang pagdaloy ng mainit na likidong ito patungo sa aking pisngi. Nakita ko sya sa kadiliman ng aking pagpikit. Naroon sya… isang maliit na anghel sa braso ng kanyang ina. Alam ko, sa mga oras na iyon, kumpleto na ang buhay ko. Ang babaeng pinakamamahal ko at ang maliit na katawang sumisimbolo ng pagmamahal na iyon. Sa bawat marahan na pagkilos niya, nais kong isigaw at ipagmalaki sa lahat kung gaano ako ka-swerte. Kasama ko ang dalawang pinakamagandang babae sa balat ng lupa. Sila ang aking kayamanan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay na bagay sa kaniya ang kulay rosas na damit na binili ng  kanyang ina. Tuwang tuwa siya habang ikinakampay ang dalawa niyang kamay sa hangin. Isa daw syang diwata… at ibibigay daw niya ang kahit anong hilingin namin sa kanya. Napaka-inosente ng kanyang mga mata. Napakalambig ng kayang tinig. Punong puno siya ng pag-asa at pagmamahal. Nabuo ang pangarap ko para sa kanya noong mga sandaling iyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habol hininga siyang tumakbo papalapit sa akin at dali daling iniwanan ang mga laruang pakalat kalat sa sahig. Panay ang abot niya ng halik sa akin. Pilit niyang hinihigpit ang mga yakap sa aking katawan.  Hindi sya magpapatalo sa kanyang ina sa paramihan ng lambing. Ang aking reyna at prinsesa. Wala ng mas sasarap pa sa pakiramdam na ganito. Sila ang dahilan kung bakit ako nagsasakripisyo. Sila ang buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naulinigan ko ang tunog ng takong mula sa sapatos ni Nimfa.  Marahan kong idinilat ang aking mga mata. “Halika na mahal, oras na”, ang tanging sambit nya. Napatitig muli ako sa kwardrong nagdala ng maraming alalala ni Lorraine, ang aming munting prinsesa, ang aming munting anghel. Kay bilis ng mga pangyayari, kay bilis umusad ng panahon. Parang kailan lamang noong una kong narinig sa kaniya ang salitang papa. Parang kahapon lamang noong pilit pa siyang sumisiksik at nakikitabi sa kama namin ng kanyang ina. “Mahal… tayo na”, wika muli ni Nimfa. Malalim ang hugot ko sa aking hininga. Oras na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay na bagay sa kanya ang kulay puting damit na iyon. Kahit sa pagkakapikit, alam kong nakakaramdam siya ng matinding kaligayahan. Payapa ang kanyang mukha at isang maliit na ngiti ang namutawi sa kanyan labi. Minamasdan ko sya sa malayo subalit kitang kita ng aking maluha-luhang mata ang kanyang mukha. Dumilat ang kanyang mata matapos syang balutan ng belo at unti unti syang lumapit sa akin dala ang mahaba at umaagos nyang damit sa hangin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuluyan ng kumawala ang maiinit kong luha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pa”, marahan niyang wika. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ikaw pa rin ang first love ko”, sinundan iyon ng mahigpit na yakap at maliliit na hikbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niyakap ko sya at ginawaran ng halik sa pisngi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang araw ng kanyang kasal. Ang araw na mapapalitan ang apilyedo kong ibinigay sa kaniya. Kay bilis ng panahon… kay saglit ng mga sandali. Subalit kahit anumang mangyari, kahit anumang magbago, sya parin ang munting prinsesa ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Rose is an active PEBA Core Group Volunteer and TKJ's new Editorial Staff. She is an OFW, working in a hotel as Front Desk Receptionist in Doha, Qatar. She regularly writes personal blogs at &lt;a href="http://rosemarie-armenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Rainbowbox"&gt;Rainbowbox&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dlittlegirl.wordpress.com/" target="_blank" title="The Little Girl's Diary"&gt;The Little Girl's Diary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Rose Marie's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Rose%20Marie" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4862219362246613050?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4862219362246613050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/ang-kwadro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4862219362246613050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4862219362246613050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/ang-kwadro.html' title='Ang Kwadro'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hE6RF_eIJrU/TWlSp5pCsyI/AAAAAAAABUk/oHgeZP53PI8/s72-c/Columngrafx---rmarie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3878759210829355441</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:12:20.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marco Paolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Nagbalik Si Tatay Ko!</title><content type='html'>“Nay! Nasaan ba talaga si Tatay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;to ang lagi ang tanong ng aking anak. Sampung taong gulang pa lamang si Leonelle pero hinahanap na niya ang asawa kong si Homer. Halos labing limang taon na rin ang nakalipas na wala kaming balita sa asawa ko simula noong siya ay mangibang-bansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nangibang-bansa siya pero simula noon wala na akong naririnig sa kanya. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyari sa kanya doon. Buong pamilya ay nag-alala sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pilit kong iniisip na siguro busy o walang oras. O kaya naman istrikto ang nagiging amo niya. Pero noong tumagal ay hindi na ako umasang babalik pa ang asawa kong si Homer. Nangungulila ako dahil wala akong ibang tatakbuhan kapag may sakit ang anak ko. Kailangan ko si Homer. Kailangan ko ng karamay sa mga pagkakataong magkakasakit ang anak ko, sa panahong kailangan ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Homer, nasaan ka na nga ba?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawalan na ako ng pag-asang babalik pa siya. Kaya, sa bawat tanong ng aking mahal na anak ay sinabi kong nasa ibang bansa. Ayaw kong kamuhian ng aking anak si Homer dahil lumaki siyang wala ang ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod pala ang ganitong sitwasyon. Hindi mo masasagot ang lahat ng mga tanong. Minsan pa nga, naririnig ko na lang sa ibang tao na iniwan na kami ng asawa ko. Nakaka-praning ang ganitong sitwasyon pero kakayanin ko ito dahil sa anak namin ni Homer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang umaga, lumapit sa akin si Leonelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nanay, may program po kami at kailangan po kayo umattend kasama si Tatay. Pero hindi ako aattend dahil wala naman akong Tatay” sambit sa akin ni Leonelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak, si Tito James na lang isama natin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nanay! Tatay nga, Tatay! Hindi Tito!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak naman…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nanay, nasaan ba si Tatay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitang kita ko sa mga mata ng anak ko ang pagkadismaya dahil hindi ko masagot ang tanong niya. Ayokong magsinungaling sa anak ko. At ayaw ko ring sabihin na iniwan kami ng ama niya dahil hindi ako sigurado. Napakabigat ng loob ko sa t’wing itatanong ni Leonelle sa akin ang tungkol sa kanyang ama. Wala akong maisagot dahil wala rin akong alam kung nasaan si Homer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bago ako sumagot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nandito ako. Ako ang Tatay mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga ilang minuto rin bago kami nakalingon sa taong nagsalita sa likod namin. Nanginginig ako at hindi ko maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman noong mga sandaling iyon. Hindi ko alam kung anong sasabihin ko dahil sa paglingon ko sa likod ng taong nagsasalita… wala iba kundi si Homer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak… ako ang tatay mo.” Tugon niya, “Sabel, patawad kung hindi ko nagawang magparamdaman sa inyong lahat. Mahabang istorya. Napakalupit ng tadhana.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang patid ang pagbuhos ng aking mga luha sa mata. Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang aking naramdaman. Masaya ako, dahil sa haba ng taong paghihintay, ito siya nagbalik. Malungkot dahil hindi siya ang Homer na nakita ko bago siya umalis. Napasakit makita ang mahal mo na walang matinong damit, madungis, at sobrang payat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilapitan ko siya. Niyakap ng mahigpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Homer… nagbalik ka. Salamat sa Diyos!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sabel…mahal ko! Patawad!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tatay… Tatay…” sambit ni Leonelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon ko lang nakita si Leonelle na nakangiti. Masaya habang yakap ang amang matagal na niya inaasam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tatay ko! Ikaw ang Tatay ko!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anak, patawad… hindi ko nasilayan ang paglaki mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wala yon, Tay! Ang mahalaga ngayon ay nandito ka. May matatawag na akong Tatay. May Tatay na ako! Yahoooo!” Masayang sabi ni Leonelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sabel, patawad. Hindi ko nagawa ang pangarap natin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shhhh… gaya ng sabi ni Leonelle. Mahalaga sa amin ang pagbabalik mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pinagkaitan ako ng tadhana. Pero magsisimula tayong muli. Kasama ang anak natin. Wala akong ibang iniisip kundi kayo ng mag-ina ko. Hindi ko matiis na mawalay sa inyo. Mahal ko kayo Sabel…at ng aking anak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ng dumating si Homer, naging masayahin na si Leonelle.  Masipag na sa kanyang pag-aaral. Aktibo sa mga activities sa school. Lubos akong natuwa sa anak ko dahil nagiging first honor siya. Noon ko lang siya nakitang ganoon. Kaya lubos ang kasiyahan na nadarama ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon andito na siya. Magsisimula kaming muli. Muli kaming mangarap. Kalimutan ang bangungot na pinagdaanan. Sa ngayon, masaya ang pamilya ko. Masaya at kontento sa kung anong meron kami. Ang mahalaga, sama sama kami sa hirap at ginhawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nanayyyyy… Tatayyyyy…… Mahal ko po kayo!” Sigaw ni Leonelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiti lamang ang naging tugon naming mag-asawa habang papalayo si Leonelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Marco, a blogger and the owner of &lt;a href="http://marcopaolo24.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Kol Me Empi"&gt;Kol Me Empi&lt;/a&gt;. He came from Surigao del Norte and currently based in Quezon City. He is an avid supporter/ volunteer of PEBA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;► Read Marco's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Marco%20Paolo" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3878759210829355441?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3878759210829355441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/nagbalik-si-tatay-ko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3878759210829355441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3878759210829355441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/nagbalik-si-tatay-ko.html' title='Nagbalik Si Tatay Ko!'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s72-c/fictionTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-630055170805007086</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:06:19.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ning Bonaobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>My Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40cC2sMUJT4/TfbrB9a3gpI/AAAAAAAABv8/ABbEX47LxSw/s1600/old_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40cC2sMUJT4/TfbrB9a3gpI/AAAAAAAABv8/ABbEX47LxSw/s400/old_man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would like to start by saying thank you to whom I owed my life - my father. I may not have enough or the right words to come up with on how much I value him and how special he is to me but I am not short on  making  him feel how grateful and lucky I am to be his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;When we were very young, life is lived on a hand to mouth situation so to speak, all us 6 girls were raised through a never ending struggle in life. A god-fearing man, honest and has a good heart is all my father is and is all he have but managed somehow with all his might to make us feel life is worth living in his own little way. He believes that a father should stand by his family no matter what and he did so gracefully.  The only complains we heard from him is a long deep breath when he comes back from work and a loud snore when he sleeps at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is basically my driving force in things I do, his significant influence on me is no doubt the reason what I am as a person today and this very person means the world to me. My old man is 83 years old and yet I am not ready to let him go, not just yet. I still want to enjoy the luxury of having both parents in my life, the luxury of having a grandfather to my children and the luxury of the profound and unconditional love we are getting and giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfCrC4tOzpM/Tfbroivn16I/AAAAAAAABwE/6pak8ZqqRJg/s1600/old_man_letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" width="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfCrC4tOzpM/Tfbroivn16I/AAAAAAAABwE/6pak8ZqqRJg/s400/old_man_letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000590682831" target="_blank" title="Ms. Ning Bonaobra"&gt;Ms. Ning Bonaobra&lt;/a&gt; is a mother of two and proud Bicolana. She came from Batalay Bato, Catanduanes. She is currently working in Hongkong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-630055170805007086?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/630055170805007086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/my-old-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/630055170805007086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/630055170805007086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/my-old-man.html' title='My Old Man'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40cC2sMUJT4/TfbrB9a3gpI/AAAAAAAABv8/ABbEX47LxSw/s72-c/old_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-4254873633132568160</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:46:56.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Unsent Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Kung mabubuhay ako muli IKAW pa rin ang hihilingin ko sa DIOS na maging AMA ko”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;na po sa lahat, salamat sa Diyos dahil ikaw ang naging ama namin.&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko po na hindi tayo mayaman sa materyal na bagay ngunit ang iyong wagas na pagmamahal na ipinadama sa aming magkakapatid ay higit pa sa pinakamahalagang bagay dito sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat po at pinalaki mo kaming may takot sa Diyos, marunong rumespeto at gumalang sa mga tao,magtipid,magtyaga at makontento sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat Papa sa patuloy mong pag-unawa sa mga ugali naming magkakapatid. Alam ko pong hindi kami mga perpektong anak, minsan nagkakamali po kami pero ni minsan hindi mo po kami pinagbuhatan ng kamay ngunit hindi ka po nagkulang sa amin ng pangaral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the Best Papa ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya nga po pala, SALAMAT po sa araw-araw na pagmasahe ng aking mga paa... Nakakahiya man po sa inyo, ikaw po yong mapilit na dapat masahiin mo mga paa ko dahil alam mo pong pagod ang mga ito dahil kalalakad ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Papa, namiss ko na po kayong makita na nakasuot  ng sundalo niyong uniporme..&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko pa noong bata ako, lagi niyo akong dinadala sa barracks, alagang alaga ako ng mga sundalong under sa iyo. Namiss ko na po yung mga panahon na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko na po yung panahon na lagi mo kaming dinadala sa mga lugar kung saan ka na assign... Dahil sa work mo po narating ko na ang dulo ng PILIPINAS.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil din po sa pagiging sundalo mo dati, naranasan kong makasaksi ng gyera sa pagitan ng mga sundalo at rebelde sa TAWI-TAWI, kala ko nga po katapusan na ng buhay natin nun hehe... Pero thank God ligtas naman po tayo noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang pinaka ayaw ko lang po sa work niyo ay yung baril. Ewan ko po bat hanggang ngayon may trauma po ako sa tuwing nakakakita ako ng baril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tangi kong hiling lagi sa Diyos ay ang kaligtasan niyo ni Mama, sana po maging healthy kayo lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang hindi ko po kasi kakayanin na makita kayo ni Mama na nahihirapan kung mayroon kayong karamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day PAPA…&lt;br /&gt;You’re the best Father for us.&lt;br /&gt;We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa ka sa dahilan kung bakit lagi kong pinagdarasal na magising pa AKO araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;Ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unnijc121910.wordpress.com/2011/03/19/lsskeep-holding-on/" target="'_blank" title="Ms. Unnie Buendia"&gt;Ms. Unnie Buendia&lt;/a&gt; is an active blogger who came from Bacolod City and currently lives in Davao City. She is the 2010 winner of &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogawards.com/2010/12/peba-2010-winners.html" title="PEBA “The most liked and The most commented in Facebook Award”"&gt;PEBA "The most liked and The most commented in Facebook Award"&lt;/a&gt; on her entry &lt;a href="http://glaze9980.blogspot.com/2010/10/pagmamahal-ng-isang-ina-sa-kanyang-anak.html" target="'_blank" title="“Pagmamahal ng Isang Ina sa kanyang Anak”"&gt;"Pagmamahal ng Isang Ina sa kanyang Anak"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-4254873633132568160?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/4254873633132568160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/unsent-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4254873633132568160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/4254873633132568160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/unsent-letter.html' title='Unsent Letter'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-6443518728302531100</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:40:58.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marichu Bajado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>WHERE ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ike many other chilly nights, &lt;br /&gt;I will sit by the window sill---&lt;br /&gt;Thinking…&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know I exist.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…How do you look?&lt;br /&gt;…Do we have the same eye color?&lt;br /&gt;…Is my favorite food your favorite too?&lt;br /&gt;…Do you want to see me?&lt;br /&gt;…Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up shadowed by what is real.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up crying every night for there’s emptiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel in my little hands the hole that had been there for years.&lt;br /&gt;There is that empty spot that cannot be replaced by anyone, only you.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, New year, Mother’s day, Father’s day, birthday…&lt;br /&gt;Many special occasions in my life had passed.&lt;br /&gt;But, none of which--- not a single one had I seen your face.&lt;br /&gt;I graduated without a special man greeting me, “Congrats!”&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do anything but cry.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow that I walked the aisle, alone…&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder…&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Mharliz" target="_blank" title="Mariz Bajado"&gt;Mariz Bajado&lt;/a&gt; is a writer and a nursing student Capitol Medical Center Colleges. She came from Silang, Cavite. Visit her at &lt;a href="http://poeticveela.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Hidden Creation"&gt;Hidden Creation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments numposts="50" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570" migrated="1"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-6443518728302531100?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/6443518728302531100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6443518728302531100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/6443518728302531100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/where-are-you.html' title='WHERE ARE YOU?'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1183607864314230506</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:16:05.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cher Calasanz'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Infinite Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by: Cher Calasanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne of my favorite subjects in photography is nature but nothing beats the&amp;nbsp;happiness I feel whenever I capture my daughter and my husband’s precious moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_7hOv-e5rM/TdcNRtO2HBI/AAAAAAAAEKw/zaoEfdgcwNc/s1600/dad4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_7hOv-e5rM/TdcNRtO2HBI/AAAAAAAAEKw/zaoEfdgcwNc/s400/dad4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;They call themselves "twins" because they share the same date of birth. With all honesty, I sometimes even get a little bit jealous because of their extraordinary closeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5LTiglnPp0/TdcOiJLHYuI/AAAAAAAAEK0/llvho08sOT0/s1600/dad5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5LTiglnPp0/TdcOiJLHYuI/AAAAAAAAEK0/llvho08sOT0/s400/dad5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;They are playmates and they will&amp;nbsp;start playing with scissors, paper, and stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBNZbujsEo4/TdcP1KYzqBI/AAAAAAAAEK4/JEdnYD9aHpo/s1600/dad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBNZbujsEo4/TdcP1KYzqBI/AAAAAAAAEK4/JEdnYD9aHpo/s400/dad2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever wins gets the privilege to be chased first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gruREtBJnqw/TdcQvok2b2I/AAAAAAAAEK8/5EL-540D1ew/s1600/dad1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gruREtBJnqw/TdcQvok2b2I/AAAAAAAAEK8/5EL-540D1ew/s400/dad1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When the big girl finally gives up chasing her dad, she would ask&amp;nbsp;him to be her master as she pretends to be&amp;nbsp;a karate kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEMc4NltR7Q/TdcRlf4o9NI/AAAAAAAAELA/I_I_Dqi84oM/s1600/dad3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEMc4NltR7Q/TdcRlf4o9NI/AAAAAAAAELA/I_I_Dqi84oM/s400/dad3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then they will switch playing "heaven and earth".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;( FYI: My daughter is wearing her favorite pink shirt that says, "My ♥ belongs to Daddy". )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aoiz-bczOJc/TdcSYGV3lqI/AAAAAAAAELE/iRHfcmTV2No/s1600/dad6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aoiz-bczOJc/TdcSYGV3lqI/AAAAAAAAELE/iRHfcmTV2No/s400/dad6.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If she manages to let daddy fall on "earth", she wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0bwlaWYDDk/TdcTFYy9W9I/AAAAAAAAELI/AmiBRvd5d_8/s1600/dad7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0bwlaWYDDk/TdcTFYy9W9I/AAAAAAAAELI/AmiBRvd5d_8/s400/dad7.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they get tired from playing, they will stop and savor the moment together with nature's splendor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you believe me if I tell you they are not related by blood at all? My husband is&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;dad&amp;nbsp;sent by God to my daughter from heaven. Modesty aside, I personally think&amp;nbsp;he does even a better job than&amp;nbsp;some biological fathers. He is&amp;nbsp;beyond doubt a&amp;nbsp;family man who&amp;nbsp;prioritizes family first before anything else. I can't thank God enough for His generosity. I asked for a father figure but He gave my daughter the best dad in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad."&lt;/i&gt; ~Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Lens"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t3Wr40lGA/TXkL5l9vEEI/AAAAAAAABbE/alvWfv2DGxo/s150/lensTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Lens and Light" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the author&lt;/b&gt;: Cher is an OFW based in Singapore with her family. A beautiful tooth fairy turned photo enthusiast and a member of &lt;a href="http://www.salitypesociety.org/"&gt;The Salitype Society&lt;/a&gt;. Visit Cher's page &lt;a href="http://www.sweetmemoirs.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1183607864314230506?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1183607864314230506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/daddys-infinite-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1183607864314230506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1183607864314230506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/daddys-infinite-love.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Infinite Love'/><author><name>JTG (Misalyn)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6e6xmRd514/TtCa6pa01GI/AAAAAAAAFTM/wL4egslvWJw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_7hOv-e5rM/TdcNRtO2HBI/AAAAAAAAEKw/zaoEfdgcwNc/s72-c/dad4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7986871355407426497</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:15:01.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misalyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_C_ptrbMk8/TckVqKW03_I/AAAAAAAAEGw/fZ6-cWvmWVU/s1600/DSC00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="406" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_C_ptrbMk8/TckVqKW03_I/AAAAAAAAEGw/fZ6-cWvmWVU/s400/DSC00574.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know that you will not hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;these words that I wanted to utter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know that you might not read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This poem that I have inscribed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you might not feel my warm embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the soft kiss on your forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'll just whisper it in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hope that it will reach you up there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please keep on watching over me from up above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Misalyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: To Where You Are | Josh Groban&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="18" src="http://static.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://dc127.4shared.com/img/58335132/18fe62e2/dlink__2Fdownload_2F-fixLjUy_3Ftsid_3D20110517-050603-e8453075/preview.mp3&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;frontcolor=333333&amp;amp;lightcolor=333333&amp;amp;backcolor=ff9999" width="555"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Misalyn is a proud Bicolana and an OFW presently residing in Al Ain, UAE. If you wish to see some of her monochrome photos, you can click &lt;a href="http://monochromesplendor.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read Misalyn's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Misalyn" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=7986871355407426497#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7986871355407426497?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7986871355407426497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7986871355407426497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7986871355407426497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here'/><author><name>JTG (Misalyn)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6e6xmRd514/TtCa6pa01GI/AAAAAAAAFTM/wL4egslvWJw/s220/profile%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_C_ptrbMk8/TckVqKW03_I/AAAAAAAAEGw/fZ6-cWvmWVU/s72-c/DSC00574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-1796999873204458159</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:15:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yanah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Neck Tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HvjRrNZO0k/TcwVIfhGzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/inAtxODhZss/s1600/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HvjRrNZO0k/TcwVIfhGzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/inAtxODhZss/s400/edited.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: -25px;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;May pera ka pa ba? Eh ang ate mo, may pera pa?&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanong mo sa akin isang madaling araw.&lt;br /&gt;Sumagot ako, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: -25px;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Meron pa naman po, si ate hindi ko alam. Tatanong ko mamaya.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ulat na gulat kaya ako noon, pakiramdam ko sinapian ka ng alien. Hindi ka naman kasi ganun eh. Mas kuripot ka pa sa pinakakuripot na intsik. Never ka pang nanguna sa pagbibigay ng pera sa amin. Ilang balde ng dugo ang dapat namin iiyak para lang bigyan mo kami(ok fine, exaggerated na). Ang point ko, hindi pangkaraniwan na nagkukusa kang bigyan kami ng pera. Madalas na sangkaterbang sermon at inaabot ng ilang oras bago ka namin makumbinse na kailangan mong dagdagan ang binibigay mo sa amin dahil tumataas ang presyo ng gasolina, ng bigas, ng kung anu-ano pa. In short, 100% kuripot ka talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo bang yang pagtatanong mo na yan ang tumatak sa akin? Hanggang sa ngayon naiisip ko pa rin yan. Sampung taon ang matuling lumipas mula nung itanong mo sa akin yan pero hanggang ngayon malinaw na malinaw pa rin sa alaala ko ang pag-uusap nating yun... ang huli nating pag-uusap.Galit kaya ako sayo noon. Kahit noong mga panahong wala ka na... alam ko at dama ko pa rin ang galit ko sayo. Hindi mo kasi ako binigyan ng magagandang alaala na kasama ka na pwede kong balik-balikan tulad ng isang normal na bata. Hindi mo ako binigyan ng memorable childhood. Wala na nga si mama, wala ka pa rin. Naalala mo pa ba kung paanong sa tuwing papasok ka sa trabaho eh isasama mo ko at iiwanan sa kung sino mang food attendant o kahera ang nakaduty sa araw na yon? Hinahayaan mo akong magpagala-gala sa buong hotel sa buong maghapon, at sa pagsapit ng gabi, ipapahanap mo ako at ipauuwi kina kuya. Naalala mo ba yun? Inis na inis ako sayo noon kasi bihira na nga lang tayong magkasama tapos yung kapirasong oras na magkasama tayo, lagi ka pang galit, lagi kang nakasinghal. Hmmm... wala akong matandaan na pangyayari na hinawakan mo ang kamay ko at sabay tayong naglakad, malimit na nakabuntot lang ako sayo. Naisip mo din bang wala tayong litrato na magkasama ni isa? Kahit isa wala.. (pero may nakita akong picture nyo ni Iyah na karga-karga mo sya nung 4 years old pa lang sya nung naghalungkat ako ng photo albums last month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong masasabing mga magagandang bagay na nangyari sa akin na kasama ka. Wala akong masasabing magagandang bagay tungkol sayo kasi hindi naman nagkaroon ng pagkakataon na magkaroon tayo ng totoong “father and daughter” relationship eh. Ni hindi nga kita naipakilala sa mga kaklase ko dati, wala akong naging boyfriend na naipakilala sayo at ni isa sa mga apo mo sa akin hindi mo na rin nakilala pa. Wala ka ng inabot sa kanila. Hindi ko alam kung aware ka na sa 17 years ng buhay ko eh, nabuhay akong puno ng takot sayo, nabuhay akong laging nangingilag sayo. Kasi lagi kang galit sa mundo, lagi kang nakasigaw sa amin. At isa pa palagi ka ring wala. Naiinggit ako sa mga kaklase kong kasama ang mga nanay at tatay nila kapag graduation or family day sa school. Nung minsanang kumanta ako ng solo sa graduation mass namin noong highschool, sa totoo lang, kaya nila ako napapayag magsolo kasi sinabi nyo ni mama na pupunta kayo. Pero hindi kayo pumunta. Nagmartsa ako ng wala ka. Yun ang una at huling beses na kumanta ako sa harap ng maraming tao. Sinabi ko sa sarili ko na kung ikaw nga wlang bilib sa kaya ko, ibang tao pa kaya. Nabuhay akong nasa background lang ang pagiging tatay mo.Palagian kang busy sa trabaho, sa babae... oo akala mo ba hindi ko/namin alam na may mga babae ka? Nalaman din kaya namin na may sumunod ka pang anak bukod sa amin. Nagkaron kaya kami ng grand reunion nung nawala ka. Nagkakila-kilala kami noon sa simbahan nung sinabi ni father na “Mangyari pong tumayo ang immediate family ng mga yumao”, akalain mong ang dami naming tumayo. Eh di comedy ang eksena. Mantakin mong nakuha pang matawa ng lahat nung araw na un, nung mga oras na un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung oras na kailangan ng magpaalam sayo, umiyak ako... Nung mga panahong yun hindi pa malinaw sa akin kung bakit ako umiyak, hindi... hindi pala ako umiyak, humagulgol pala ako. Hindi ko pa mawari kung kaya ako umiyak eh dahil sa nasaktan ako sa biglaang pag-alis mo at dahil expected ng lahat na iiyak ako. Kasi syempre, tatay kita, kailangan kong ipakita sa lahat na sobra akong nalulungkot na nawala ka. It took me a long time to realize why I cried when u left... Umiyak ako nun dahil nasaktan ako... Nasaktan ako dahil hindi na ako nabigyan ng pagkakataon... hindi mo ako binigyan ng chance na maramdaman na mahal mo din ako bilang anak mo. Hindi mo ako binigyan ng chance na mahalin ka bilang tatay ko. Palagiang may isang malaking wall na nakapagitan sa ating dalawa. Umiyak ako dahil ni minsan hindi man lang kita nayakap. Umiyak ako dahil ni isang picture na kasama ka, wala man lang akong maitago. Umiyak ako kasi nawala ka bigla at alam kong never ng mangyayari ung mga gusto kong mangyari. Umiyak ako dahil wala ka na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, alam ko masaya ka na kung asan ka man... Alam ko masaya kayo dyan nila lola at ate. Itong si ate, masyado ka yatang namiss at saglit ka pa lang nakaaalis eh sumunod na agad. Pambihira kayo, ke-aaga nyong umalis... bakit ba kayo naatat? May appointment ba kayo? Anyway, sabi nila Father's day daw kaya gumawa ako nitong sulat na kahit kailan eh hindi ko maipapadala sayo. Pero siguro naman by now, alam mo na to. Saka babati din pala ako... every year na father's day regalong neck tie lang ang naibibigay ko sayo hindi pa personal, iniiwan lang namin sa opisina mo.. kaya Happy Father's day sayo Papa! Dont worry hindi na ko galit.. napakawalan ko na lahat ng galit at sama ng loob ko sayo... history na yun... mag look forward na lang ako sa future... sa future na kapag dumating ung time na kailangan ko na ring umalis dito eh, magkita tayo at ikaw ang mag-welcome sa akin diyan with your arms wide open.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifes-a-twitch.com/" target="_blank" title="Ms. Yanah Bautista"&gt;Ms. Yanah Bautista&lt;/a&gt; a blogger, a mother and a former OFW from Dubai. She loves to write everything about life in her own blog &lt;a href="http://lifes-a-twitch.com/" target="_blank" title="Life's a Twitch"&gt;Life's a Twitch&lt;/a&gt;. She is the 2011 PEBA chairwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read Yanah's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Yanah" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-1796999873204458159?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/1796999873204458159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/neck-tie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1796999873204458159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/1796999873204458159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/neck-tie.html' title='Neck Tie'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HvjRrNZO0k/TcwVIfhGzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/inAtxODhZss/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2997675325768387675</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:15:01.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arvin Bautista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Dear Tatay</title><content type='html'>Dear Tatay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ulaga! Kala mo di ako gagawa ng sulat para sa yo 'no? Hindi naman pwedeng mangyari na si Nanay lang ang sulatan ko eh pareho ko kayong magulang. Ganunpaman, pipilitin ko na hindi maging madrama ang nilalaman ng liham na ito. Yun eh kung kaya ko. Alam mo naman na emosyonal akong tao eh. By the way, malapit na ang araw nating mga ama. At kaya ko kayo sinulatan ay para batiin kayo ng Happy Father's Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyanga po pala, humihingi ako ng kapatawaran dahil maaga ko kayo'ng ginawang lolo. Imagine 'tay, 19 anyos pa lang ako at pagraduate pa lang ng kolehiyo ng biglain ko kayo sa balita na nakabuntis ako. Bagamat hindi ko nakita ang galit nyo, ramdam ko ang disappointment ninyo sa inyong unico hijo. Nag-alala kayong baka hindi na ko makapagpatuloy ng pag-aaral at masira ang kinabukasan ko. Ganunpaman, nakahinga kayo ng maluwag ng makita ninyo akong nagsikap na makatapos. Pinagsabay ko ang pag-aaral at pagtatrabaho bilang paghahanda sa parating ninyong apo. At isang buwan na lang bago ang graduation, sinilang ang batang babae na ngayo'y nagbibigay ngiti sa ating lahat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat 'tay sa suporta na inyong ibinigay sa akin at sa inyong apo. Bagamat hindi buo ang aking sariling pamilya, hindi ninyo ako pinabayaang mag-isang alagaan at turuan ng mabuting asal ang aking anak. Salamat sa pagta-tricycle ninyo, naibili ko ng gatas si Micah noong panahong wala akong trabaho. Salamat sa iyo at di nyo siya pinabayaan ng ako'y magpasyang magpunta ng Dubai para sa kinabukasan niya. Salamat din po sa laging pagpapasensiya ninyo sa katigasan ng aking ulo. Salamat dahil sa bawat pagkadapa ko, nandiyan kayo para muli akong ibangon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bibigyan ako ni Papa Jesus ng pagkakataon na pumili ng magulang. Buong puso ko pa rin na sasabihin sa Kanya na kayo pa rin ni Nanay ang pipiliin ko. Ang mga parangal na aking nakuha mula sa aking pag-aaral, ang mga promosyon at pagasenso ko sa aking trabaho, at ang isang magandang bahay na kakapundar pa lamang mula sa dugo at pawis ko, lahat ng iyan ay alay ko kay Nanay at sa Iyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba yan! Sabi ko kanina di ako magiging emosyonal eh. Pasensiya na 'tay ha. Minsan ko lang kasi kayong sulatan. Hindi ko naman kayang sabihin ang mga isinulat ko dito sa inyo ng personal dahil baka bumaha ng  luha sa buong Muntinlupa. Kaya bago pa tumulo ang luha ko, sasabihin ko na lang dito ang kanina ko pa gustong sabihin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay, Mahal na mahal kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong anak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damuhan.com/" target="_blank" title="Bino"&gt;&lt;img height="34" src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54486/268/2A580CF6282424CAD18753F73B9ADD9A.png" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Arvin is PEBA's Vice chairman of PEBA 2011 blog Awards and Head of PEBA Volunteers' Team. He is based in Manila, Philippines and presently working as a Call Center supervisor. An active blogger, follow his literary blog in &lt;a href="http://www.damuhan.com/" target="_blank" title="Damuhan"&gt;Damuhan&lt;/a&gt; - blog ng Pinoy, Tambayan ng Pinoy, and &lt;a href="http://www.thebumupstairs.com/" target="_blank" title="The Bum Upstairs"&gt;The Bum Upstairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read Arvin's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Arvin%20Bautista" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=2997675325768387675#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2997675325768387675?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2997675325768387675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/dear-tatay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2997675325768387675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2997675325768387675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/dear-tatay.html' title='Dear Tatay'/><author><name>The Kablogs Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176900133980550428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ev0aiOTIZio/S9imlSohZAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uyLCjReQano/S220/KBJiconrev0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s72-c/essayTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-3037877717773302769</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:15:00.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LordCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yanah'/><title type='text'>A Father from the dungeOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By: Yanah Bautista&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fromthedungeon.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9irrehdgzQ/TeznYo6D_zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FYeERaGr628/s320/156804_178471718846923_100000522884885_541261_1333080_n.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;aong 2008 nang makasalauha ko sa isang forum itong taong ito. What caught my attention eh ung manner nya ng pagreply sa mga kaforumers. Habang nagiinglisan ng bonggang-bongga ang mga forumers, sya talagang sinasagot nya in tagalog na sa pag-aakala ng iba eh walang sense, walang nutrients ang mga sagot nya but its the other way around. Nakilala siya maige sa Nonsense Thread sa BCO (Baguio City Online) Forum, na syang pinakamahabang thread sa nasabing forum na inabot ng 443pages up to this day. Nonsense Thread, iniisip nyo siguro na ang laman nung thread na ito ay kung ano ang titulo. Diyan kayo nagkakamali, laman nito ang samu't-saring mga topic na napapagdiskusyunan, napapagdebatehan ng mga intelektwal na tao na sa tingin ng iba ay walang kakwenta-kwenta. Hindi lang isa or dalawang pagkakabigan ang nabuo dito. Hindi mo na mabilang kung ilang ugnayan ang nabuo, ugnayang pinagtitibay ng mga salitang kaibigan, tiwala at kawanggawa. To others it may seem as really Nonsense but to those people na naging bahagi ng thread na yun, it meant a lot, Yun si CM.. sa totoo lang mukhang nonsense talaga yan. But you just really have to try talking to this guy... at intindihin mabuti ang mga sinasabi nya para masabi mong “punung-puno sya ng sustansya”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ang tinaguriang &lt;a href="http://fromthedungeon.com/"&gt;Lord of the Dungeon&lt;/a&gt; sa kung anong dahilan, hindi ko na maalala. Ang alam ko naitanong ko na sa kanya kung bakit from the Dungeon sya nakalimutan ko lang ang sagot nya. Nung mga panahong nakilala ko sya dakilang forumer pa lang siya, hindi pa sya nagba-blog nun. Sa BCO, mas kilala sya sa mga posts nya tungkol sa love and relationships na topic, mas marami siyang nasasabing maganda at kapaki-pakinabang (nasasabi ko yan kasi dun ako nakakarelate) Ma-emote-emote din yang si CM eh... CM known to many peeps online..Charlie Montemayor sa totoong teleserye ng buhay. (tunog haciendero lang diba?) magaling magbigay ng payo yan mapa-career or in general pero mas lalo tungkol sa pag-ibig... maraming alam yan... (ganun daw kasi talaga ang mga matatanda madaming alam) I've known this guy for like 3+ years already, we haven't met kahit minsan, pero I can say na isang totoong tao sya, kahit na sa internet lang kami nagkakaugnayan, sa limang tao na kasama siya, siya at sya lang ang pagkakatiwalaan ko. In fact, ninong sya ng isa sa mga anak ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marami siyang kwento. Kwentong kapupulutan ng aral (minsan hindi, hihihi, minsan kapupulutan ng tawa) Kwento tungkol sa trabaho, tungkol sa nakaraan nya (minsan at bahagyang-bahagya), tungkol kina malake, medyo malake at maliit, pero ang pinakamarami at ang hindi maubos-ubos na kwento nya ay ang tungkol sa mga anak nya. A very proud father to his children. Talagang uber sa proud sya sa mga talents and achievements ng mga anak nya.Pag sinimulan nya, hindi mauubos ang kwento nya tungkol sa kanila. Bida kung bida sila. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa tatlong taon naming magkakilala, madami-dami na rin kaming tsismis na naibahagi sa isa't-isa, mga napagusapang mga plano sa kung saan-saan, well mostly not for us. This guy has a big heart, mas malaki pa sa Palau. Siya ang pasimuno ng pag ngiti ng isang minuto. Last December lang ay successful na nai-launch (naks!) ang kauna-unahang outreach project ng &lt;a href="http://www.isangminutongsmile.com/"&gt;Isang Minutong Smile&lt;/a&gt; kung saan namigay ng mga gamit pang eskwela ang IMS sa isang public school sa Baguio. Kulang-kulang 300 mga bata ang napangiti ng dahil sa kanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marami siyang mga plano hindi lang para sa sarili niya, kundi para na rin sa ibang tao... ang makatulong. Just by merely talking to this guy, may matutunan ka (well, I must admit minsan hindi rin hehehe) but kidding aside, marami-rami na rin syang mga karanasan sa buhay na syang nagpatatag sa kanya at patuloy na nagpapatatag pa para mapanatili nya ang katinuan niya para maipagpatuloy ang kasalukuyang ginagawa nya ngayon, yan ay ang magsumikap ng husto para sa kinabukasan ng buong pamilya niya. Hindi biro ang malayo sa pamilya mo para maghanap buhay at ng mabigyan sila ng magandang bukas. Tinitiis nya lahat yan para sa pamilya nya. At times na nalulungkot sya, ang tanging tagatanggal yata ng lumbay nya ay ang panunuod ng mga teleserye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siya Si &lt;a href="http://fromthedungeon.com/"&gt;CM... Charlie Montemayor&lt;/a&gt;...a husband to his lovely wife, a good provider to his family... an OFW....a forumer...a blogger.....a friend......more importantly, a FATHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-3037877717773302769?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/3037877717773302769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/father-from-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3037877717773302769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/3037877717773302769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/06/father-from-dungeon.html' title='A Father from the dungeOn'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9irrehdgzQ/TeznYo6D_zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FYeERaGr628/s72-c/156804_178471718846923_100000522884885_541261_1333080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2943684305103881279</id><published>2011-05-08T08:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:55:35.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominador Manuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Bulaklak: Simbolo ng Tunay At Wagas na Pagmamahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUHWE82IRyY/TcYQQgdg4-I/AAAAAAAABrA/zQfFOadJoKQ/s1600/May-Flowers-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUHWE82IRyY/TcYQQgdg4-I/AAAAAAAABrA/zQfFOadJoKQ/s600/May-Flowers-Cover.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;otoong napakaraming bagay ang lubhang napakahalaga sa tao, pangunahin na dito ay ang salapi o kayamanan, magkaroon ng sariling bahay, ng magarang sasakyan, mga mahahalagang gamit at iba pa. Lahat ito ay nakapagdudulot ng ng kaligayahan sa tao.Subalit sa panig ng mga kababaihan, mayroon isang simpleng bagay na nakapagdudulot ng ibayo at kakaibang kaligayahan sa kanila, ito ay ang BULAKLAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datirati, ang bulaklak ay walang anumang katuturan sa akin,ang akala ko noon ito ay isang simple at walang kuwentang bagay na handog at ito ay ginagawa lamang bilang isang ritwal o nakagawiang paraan ng pag aalay sa mga maysakit, mga pinaparangalan, sa mga sinusuyo at higit sa lahat para sa mga minamahal. Palibhasa siguro ay dahil sa ito ay nalalanta at natutuyo na pagkatapos nito ay itinatapon at nabubulok. Subalit sa paglaon ng mga araw at panahon pinag-isipan ko at pinag aralan kung bakit ganoon na lamang kahalaga para sa mga kababaihan ang makatanggap ng regalong Bulaklak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdVe63BOaYM/TcRgKrllVqI/AAAAAAAABpI/hXU68BkCiNc/s1600/dominador.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdVe63BOaYM/TcRgKrllVqI/AAAAAAAABpI/hXU68BkCiNc/s300/dominador.jpg" style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: -5px; margin-top: 0px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noon pa mang una ay inaalayan ko na ng bulaklak ang aking maybahay, mula pa noong magpasimula ako sa aking panunuyo sa kanya subalit hindi gaanong kadalasan dahil nga sa paniniwala kong ito'y isang bagay lamang na nakagawiang pag aalay ng mga kalalakihan para sa kanilang mga sinusuyo't minamahal, kumbaga ay hindi taos noon sa aking puso ang aking ginagawang pagbibigay, na bagay namang sumagi sa aking isipan ang katanungang " Bakit kaya ganoon na lamang ang kagalakan at bakas na bakas sa kanilang mukha ang kakaibang kaligayahan sa tuwing tumatanggap sila ng regalong Bulaklak?" Ito ang katanungang nag udyok sa akin upang alamin at hanapin ang kasagutan sa hiwagang kaligayahang naidudulot ng bulaklak at ng pakahulugan nito sa buhay ng tao higit kaninuman sa mga pusong nagmamahalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil dito ay pilit kong binalikan ang mga panahon at sandali ng pag-aalay ko ng bulaklak sa aking asawa maging nung mga panahong hindi pa kami mag asawa, isang bagay lang ang aking nakita at napatunayan, ibayong tuwa at kakaibang kaligayahan ang kanyang nadarama at bakas na bakas ito sa kanyang mukha at mga mata, sinusuklian naman niya ito ng isang napakatamis na ngiti at mahigpit na yakap kasama ng isang matamis na halik at kalakip ang katagang " I LOVE YOU "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At doon ko nga napagtanto na ang bulaklak pala sa aking sariling pananaw at pagkaunawa ay isang napakasimpleng bagay ngunit kailanman ay hindi matatawaran ang kahalagahan nito sa puso ng kababaihan sapagkat ito ay SIMBULO NG TUNAY AT WAGAS NA PAGMAMAHAL, ito rin ang siyang nagpapatibay sa tapat na layunin at dakilang hangarin ng pusong nagmamahal. Kaya naman ngayon,ang dati kong nakagawian ay naging panata ko na na handugan ang aking asawa ng bulaklak tuwing ikatlo o ika apat na araw tanda ng aking matibay na paninindigan sa Pag-ibig na aming sinimulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilang pagbibigay pugay sa mga pinaka-importanteng babae sa ating buhay, inihahandog ng TKJ ang edisyong ito para sa mga ina na walang pagaalinlangang nagbibigay sa atin ng wagas na pagmamahal. Mabuhay ka Inay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/manuel.dominador" target="_blank" title="Mr. Dominador Manuel"&gt;Mr. Dominador Manuel&lt;/a&gt; is an OFW based in Taiwan. He is working as a caregiver together with his wife in one family. He came from Ilocos Sur. He is a responsible husband and a model father to his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► See sidebar for list of articles this month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3427491118470282967&amp;amp;postID=2943684305103881279#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2943684305103881279?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2943684305103881279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/bulaklak-simbolo-ng-tunay-at-wagas-na.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2943684305103881279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2943684305103881279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/bulaklak-simbolo-ng-tunay-at-wagas-na.html' title='Bulaklak: Simbolo ng Tunay At Wagas na Pagmamahal'/><author><name>Bhing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427530990177145294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNagVcTWNT4/TVNAPrrI8kI/AAAAAAAABYA/sJPLh6p8H80/s220/logo.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUHWE82IRyY/TcYQQgdg4-I/AAAAAAAABrA/zQfFOadJoKQ/s72-c/May-Flowers-Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7220378874603691885</id><published>2011-05-08T07:59:00.148+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:56:59.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Pag-uusap sa Hardin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa isang lupain, may isang bahay na bukod-tangi&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat sa likod nito’y ‘sang harding napakalaki&lt;br /&gt;At sa harding ito’y nakatanim mga bulaklak,&lt;br /&gt;Makukulay, mababango’t magagandang bulaklak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ay nagkaroon ng diskusyonan sa hardin&lt;br /&gt;Ang nasabing mga mahahalimuyak na tanim.&lt;br /&gt;Bagama’t ang mga ito’y di pa namumukadkad,&lt;br /&gt;Mga ambisyon at pangarap kan’lang inilahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pamumukadkad ko ang aking pinakahihintay,”&lt;br /&gt;Pag-aasam ni Lila kanyang isinilaysay.&lt;br /&gt;“Sa oras na ‘yon, nais ko sanang ako’y makita&lt;br /&gt;Ng ‘sang dalagang may natatanging yumi at ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sa mahaba n’yang buhok ako’y kanyang ilalagay&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat ang ganda ko’y sa tulad lang n’ya nababagay.&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking mga talulot na lila ang s’yang kulay,&lt;br /&gt;Tiyak na maaakit lahat sa karik’tan kong taglay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang ‘yong pinapangarap ay walang katiyakan&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat lamang sa ‘yo ang aking kahalimuyakan,”&lt;br /&gt;Pagyayabang ni Pula na may dalang pang-iinis.&lt;br /&gt;“Di hamak na ako dito ang pinakamakinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tiyak na ako’y aasamin ng mga binata&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang samyo ko’y natatangi at naaiba.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ako ay ibinigay sa isang dalaga,&lt;br /&gt;Siguradong mapapasagot ito ng binata.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang bababaw naman ng inyong ninanais,”&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Dilaw, ang may balat na walang kawangis.&lt;br /&gt;“Ako? Gusto ko na kapag ako’y namukadkad na,&lt;br /&gt;Ilalagay ako ng may-ari sa kanyang sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tatayo ako sa isang mamahaling plorera&lt;br /&gt;At ipapamalas ko ang aking naiibang ganda.&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y natatangi ‘pagka’t kulay ko’y maliwanag,&lt;br /&gt;Higit na kaakit-akit sa sinupamang dilag.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkagulo ang sari-saring kulay ng bulaklak,&lt;br /&gt;Nagpayabangan sila at ayaw pang magpasindak.&lt;br /&gt;Kanya-kanya ang mga ito sa paghahambugan&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit si Puti’y tahimik sa isang kasulokan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Di n’ya inalintana ang kanilang kapalaluan&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat ‘di n’ya maintindihan ang kan’lang alitan.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naglaon ay napansin din nila si Puti&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t s’ya’y tinanong nila kung anong masasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ikaw Puti, ano ba ano ba ang iyong pinapangarap?”&lt;br /&gt;Tanong ni Kahel. “Ano nga ba ang nais mong maganap?&lt;br /&gt;Ibig mo bang ikaw ay kunin ng isang dalaga?&lt;br /&gt;O hindi kaya ng isang matikas na binata?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani naman ni Bughaw, “Marahil ‘di n’ya ‘yan nasa.&lt;br /&gt;Baka mithi n’yang malagay sa paso o plorera&lt;br /&gt;At s’yang magiging sentro ng atensyon at atraksyon&lt;br /&gt;Kung saan lahat ng tingin sa kanya nakatuon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi,” sagot ni Puti. “ ’Di ko iyan inaasam.&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sanang lisan ang lupa kong kinalagyan.”&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa sinabi n’ya, sya’y pinagtawanan&lt;br /&gt;Walang tigil ang kan’lang pagkutya at pag-uyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit si Puti ay muli na namang nagsalita&lt;br /&gt;“ ‘Di ko nais na iwan ang kinatirikang lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Sa oras na mamukadkad  ang talulot kong puti,&lt;br /&gt;Itataas ko ang aking dahon sa pagbubunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itataas ko ito at titignan ang langit,&lt;br /&gt;Mag-aalay ako ng pasasalamat na awit&lt;br /&gt;At sa Poong Maykapal ako ay mananalangin&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa magandang bukas na binigay sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wala na akong iba pang ninanais, iyon lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya’t ako sana’y inyong mainitindihan&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit mas nais ko pang dito ay magpaiwan.&lt;br /&gt;‘Yun ay dahil buhay ko’y sa Kanya ko inilaan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla-bigla ay nagkaroon ng katahimikan&lt;br /&gt;Nagsitigil na sila sa kanilang halakhakan&lt;br /&gt;At pinagtantuhan ang mga sinabi ni Puti&lt;br /&gt;Kung ito ba ay walang saysay o mayroong silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s150/poetryTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Poetry" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekristianenigma.blogspot.com/p/kristian-enigma-who.html" target="_blank" title="Kristian"&gt;Kristian&lt;/a&gt;, a blogger and a BS Computer Engineering Student in Silliman University, Dumaguete City, Negros Oriental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit his blog &lt;a href="http://thekristianenigma.blogspot.com"  target="_blank" title="The Kristian Enigma" /&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7220378874603691885?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7220378874603691885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/pag-uusap-sa-hardin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7220378874603691885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7220378874603691885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/pag-uusap-sa-hardin.html' title='Pag-uusap sa Hardin'/><author><name>The Psalmist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNtXXHxu66U/TSw9VsnLS8I/AAAAAAAABNM/A9C0foeaP3E/S220/QLicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgAeCDlt6Y/TXkDUyqNyuI/AAAAAAAABZs/aDfpZR1-u0E/s72-c/poetryTKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2190344602647950082</id><published>2011-05-08T07:59:00.143+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:53:23.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemma Comiso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014-Essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to A Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bhing-juandelacruz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Gumamela's Corner"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGOMORwdBM/TVk53MyxLZI/AAAAAAAABZM/m02pQoiPmGc/s320/Columngrafx---bcomiso.png" style="height: 57px; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;KJ May theme is all about flowers. What is the significance of flower into May? It is the season of Santa Cruzan and Flores de Mayo. The time in which flower is the main attraction. Flower plays a huge role in making the event more colorful and beautiful. We see different kinds of flowers everywhere that beautifies the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8 is a important celebration for all mothers around the world. TKJ pay tribute to the undying love and sacrifices they offered for their children. A mother’s role is tiresome yet often unrecognized and unappreciated. A mother performs many roles in society. She nurtures us, she takes care of us and she loves us the best way she knows how. A mother deserves love and respect from everyone in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blesed for having a mother. We are fortunate to see the light and experience our existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Mother's garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author:unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother kept a garden,&lt;br /&gt;a garden of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;She planted all the good things&lt;br /&gt;that gave my life it's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned me to the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;and encouraged me to dream,&lt;br /&gt;Fostering and nurturing&lt;br /&gt;the seeds of self-esteem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the winds and rain came,&lt;br /&gt;she protected me enough--&lt;br /&gt;But not too much because she knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd need to stand up strong and tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her constant good example&lt;br /&gt;always taught me right from wrong--&lt;br /&gt;Markers for my pathway&lt;br /&gt;that will last a lifetime long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my Mother's garden.&lt;br /&gt;I am her legacy-&lt;br /&gt;And I hope today she feels the love&lt;br /&gt;reflected back from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Mother's Day To All!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Essay"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bukyzkq9NLQ/TXkL5DWO1SI/AAAAAAAABa0/6HDcWjJAt7A/s150/essayTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Essay" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Bhing is an OFW, as Caregiver based in Taiwan. She is the new Editor-in-Chief and regular columnist for TKJ.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Bhing's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Gemma%20Comiso" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2190344602647950082?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2190344602647950082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/tribute-to-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2190344602647950082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2190344602647950082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/tribute-to-mother.html' title='A Tribute to A Mother'/><author><name>Bhing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427530990177145294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNagVcTWNT4/TVNAPrrI8kI/AAAAAAAABYA/sJPLh6p8H80/s220/logo.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGOMORwdBM/TVk53MyxLZI/AAAAAAAABZM/m02pQoiPmGc/s72-c/Columngrafx---bcomiso.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-7731647810550469234</id><published>2011-05-08T07:59:00.142+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:20:36.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleofe Templonuevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014-Lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens and light'/><title type='text'>Try-outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-left: -10px;" title="Lens and Light" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/profile.php?id=568250733" target="_blank" title="Cleofe Templonuevo's Facebook Profile"&gt;Cleofe Templonuevo&lt;/a&gt; came from Bato, Catanduanes. She is 28 y/o and single. She is currently working in Dubai as a Waitress in a 5-Star Hotel. Her interest in photography came from his father in very young age. In the province they owned a Macam Photo Studio. Please view her previous contribution &lt;a href="http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/03/beauty-of-dubai.html" title="Beauty of Dubai"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="100" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-7731647810550469234?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/7731647810550469234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/04/try-outs-4sched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7731647810550469234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/7731647810550469234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/04/try-outs-4sched.html' title='Try-outs'/><author><name>Bhing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15427530990177145294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNagVcTWNT4/TVNAPrrI8kI/AAAAAAAABYA/sJPLh6p8H80/s220/logo.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMwtyHq658/TcRJtxskAFI/AAAAAAAABoY/Lid1M5WrrlA/s72-c/Flower-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2591538040629686251</id><published>2011-05-08T07:59:00.141+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:53:26.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annalyn Salangsawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Dama De Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVtdUFF7EhM/TcWhYot59UI/AAAAAAAABqo/t16jjf_6UZ0/s1600/dama-de-noche.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVtdUFF7EhM/TcWhYot59UI/AAAAAAAABqo/t16jjf_6UZ0/s600/dama-de-noche.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;abi na naman. Sa isang sulok ng madilim na daan doon siya matiim na naghihinatay. Walang pagkilos, walang paghibik, tanging ang dibdib na umaalon sa paghinga ang maririnig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito siya nakaluklok sa gabi, sa isang sulok ng daigdig kung saan ang kanyang laman ang pangunahing kalakal. Lalake, babae, bata, matanda—walang pinipiling parokyano ang mga Dama de Noche ng daigdig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa umaga, isa siyang mapagmahal na ina. Sa gabi, siya ang aliw ng mga naghahanap ng makakasama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa umaga, siya’y mapagpunyaging mag-aaral. Sa gabi, siya ang nagtuturo ng panandaliang saya sa mga nalulungkot na kaluluwa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pusikit na araw, drayber ng sasakyan. Sa dapithapon, mang-aaliw ng laman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila ang mga Dama De Noche. May angking ganda, alindog at kisig sa gabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang halimuyak nila ang patuloy na sinisimsim ng mga animo'y bubuyog na sabik, isa, dalawa, tatlo—walang humpay, paulit-ulit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama De Noche, tinitingala ng bulaklak na ito ang madilim na gabi. Tila nananalangin sa mga talang hindi kayang abutin. Animo nagpapasaklolo sa buwan na tumatanglaw na pusikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi na naman. Isang araw na naman ang matuling lumipas. Pagkatapos na ipahinga ang pagal na katawan, muling hahalimuyak ang Dama De noche sa daan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Fiction"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiOhsTp3-iw/TXkL58J2x_I/AAAAAAAABbM/p0osYaYhc1M/s150/fictionTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Fiction" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ayie.marcos" target="_blank" title="Annalyn Salangsawa"&gt;Annalyn Salangsawa&lt;/a&gt; ay tatlumpu’t isang taon, nanay ng isang malikot na batang babae, kasalukuyang naninirahan sa Abu Dhabi, bansang United Arab Emirates kasama ng kanyang mahal na kabiyak at nanunungkulan bilang Kalihim sa opisinang gumagawa ng mga gusaling pang komersiyo.&lt;br /&gt;► Read Annalyn's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Annalyn%20Salangsawa" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2591538040629686251?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2591538040629686251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/dama-de-noche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2591538040629686251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427491118470282967/posts/default/2591538040629686251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/dama-de-noche.html' title='Dama De Noche'/><author><name>rainbow box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17167972880986509839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri6yS0ZXGhU/Th6D2RHgDTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aBOigCD59-Y/s220/rose%2B%25281%2529.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVtdUFF7EhM/TcWhYot59UI/AAAAAAAABqo/t16jjf_6UZ0/s72-c/dama-de-noche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427491118470282967.post-2547510501002778510</id><published>2011-05-08T07:59:00.140+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:58:11.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemma Comiso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issue014-Faith'/><title type='text'>The Rose, the Ring and the Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yFHBY3opBU/TcWi95kif8I/AAAAAAAABqw/ON4sDpFzX8U/s1600/Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yFHBY3opBU/TcWi95kif8I/AAAAAAAABqw/ON4sDpFzX8U/s400/Rose.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given 3 weeks ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; must admit with all honesty that before I meet my boyfriend I don’t fancy much about flowers. I don’t feel any kind of envy to those who receives flower. For me it’s only a waste of money buying expensive roses and after 3 days it will withered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of distance that separates me with my bf, I hardly expect anything from him. His every day calls and gesture towards my family is what matters to me. Last year during my birthday, I wasn’t expecting that I will receive a very memorable bouquet of flowers coming from him. He never failed to surprise me with the help of my friends here in Taiwan. From Qatar he did everything to make me feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxISxRBTzno/TcWjglB1dqI/AAAAAAAABq4/VbrbFy42hhc/s1600/engagement-ring.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxISxRBTzno/TcWjglB1dqI/AAAAAAAABq4/VbrbFy42hhc/s400/engagement-ring.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given during my last year birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from flower he gave me ring too. It was so “kilig” moment for me. I was totally surprised. From then on, he always send me flower with or without occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake the whole night. I don't know how to manipulate the conflicting emotions that have surged like a storm through my heart all night long. I wish i didn't have to miss you. Even if i am not awake, i'm still missing you. The more i tried not to think of you the more i can see your smile. If only you could be with me all the time, i could never be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;Many years and many miles have kept us apart. I've wanted and been almost too anxious for so long, waited for the love that can complete with the blessing of everyone who are dear to me. Now, i have you! My love will reach any distance and will crossed all the barriers untill we become ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through trials and tribulations my love will be true and i have faith you will do the same too. I still remembered the moment i spoke up about my insecurities i told you once "I am nothing and i don't have anything that i can be proud of" sabi mo sa akin, "even if you're with someone, you still won't feel complete because you don't love yourself." The things you've done convinced me that above anything else you wanted me to find the strenght/courage with-in me. Through your help look at me Baby I am walking in the right direction. Thank you so much for embracing me for who i am, for showing me the love that i thought was only possible in dreamland. Thank you for being so patient in my shortcomings. I am sorry for being far away but i promise you we will be together soon. By then, we won't miss each other. (as early as this moment, i'm thinking of decorating our own room.... and the rest are all censored. (naughty me! hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the meaningful conversations and for asking me to be yours. Our desires will continue to stretch across any distance, over every mountain and ocean between us. Miles are just miles, if we have faith and determination love will find its way. I am so proud of you. You managed to stay the same in spite of the success you are enjoying. Thank you for helping/understanding me in my commitment in doing charity works. I never heard you complain but all praises came from your mouth, for that i found out how you value my passion and how unselfish you are. I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relationship is like flowers, very delicate and fragile. We have to nurture and cultivate in order to grow. Storm is part of it and temptation is the most effected test to know if how deep the love for each other. There is no perfect relationship for people fails one way or another but if love is real it will survive against all odds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;fb:like layout="button_count" show_faces="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Faith"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy53Ujff3t8/TXkL5Rbs1rI/AAAAAAAABa8/AloJf2WgTP8/s150/faithTKJ.jpg" style="float: left; margin-left: -10px;" title="Faith" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;► About the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Bhing is an OFW, as Caregiver based in Taiwan. She is the new Editor-in-Chief and regular columnist for TKJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Read Bhing's previous articles &lt;a href="http://thekablogsjournal.blogspot.com/search/label/Gemma%20Comiso" title="Click Here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="#comment-post-message" title="click here to comment"&gt;click here to comment… for bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=206125796069364&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fb:comments migrated="1" numposts="20" publish_feed="true" reverse="false" showform="false" simple="true" width="570"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427491118470282967-2547510501002778510?l=www.thekablogsjournal.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/feeds/2547510501002778510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekablogsjournal.com/2011/05/rose-ring-and-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/fe
