<?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-8230573</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:06:05.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance of Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-112692582138920171</id><published>2005-09-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:57:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.carmelatan.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My new and personally owned Website. Please do visit it. thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its.    &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carmelatan.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.carmelatan.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-112692582138920171?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/112692582138920171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=112692582138920171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112692582138920171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112692582138920171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/09/wwwcarmelatancom.html' title='www.carmelatan.com'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-112246304140789554</id><published>2005-07-27T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:17:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>hello again.. for the past few days i started opening piles of boxes at home, it was so dirty, filled with dust from the top cover down to the side, those boxes has something written on it. the words are UN-Un toys age 3-10. (the word un un is in chinese, which also is my chinese name) never have i thought that i would find so many things inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the following things that are inside the box:&lt;br /&gt;1. a duck that has only one leg (did i ate the leg of the duck when i was young?)&lt;br /&gt;2. a book of little red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;3. a coloring book (which at age 3 was fun, but when you look at it right now, boy can i color! i can even color outside the drawing with crazy scribbles, lines and circles, i also have a mickey mouse shape! (wow, am i talented or what?)&lt;br /&gt;4. a piano (it doesnt work anymore)&lt;br /&gt;5. 4 beta max tape (accroding to my mom, the chinese words that are written on the title of the beta max are: Un un with Jackie (cousin of mine) in bacolod first Christmas together. 2. Ape's birthday (uncle of mine) 3. Ama's 60th birthday from bacolod to manila 4. Un-Un last Christmas in Bacolod City&lt;br /&gt;6. my old cloths&lt;br /&gt;7. a box of coloring pencil&lt;br /&gt;8. a plastic of broken hair clips (believe it or not it was a LOT!)&lt;br /&gt;9. a childrens bible (which has a lot of color pencil around the images)&lt;br /&gt;10. some other things i can even discribe what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-112246304140789554?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/112246304140789554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=112246304140789554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112246304140789554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112246304140789554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/07/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-112239097887829045</id><published>2005-07-26T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T08:16:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>it seems that i am the only one among my friends that is not at all updating my blog.. hhhmmmm.. what keeping me so pre-occupied? (aside from my sister that keeps on using my internet card!) hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;let me see.. click on the update button of my life.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updating..... &lt;br /&gt;for the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been a driver(what else is new?) &lt;br /&gt;2. got my ipod shuffle (good thing is i cant hear you whenever you are going to ask me to do something!)&lt;br /&gt;3. still on a diet&lt;br /&gt;4. like mancalc (gosh.. when did i start liking math?)&lt;br /&gt;5. got a new toy. which is a rc5 for my 300d (rc5 by the way is a remote control )&lt;br /&gt;6. hid lights for my car (but i have a prob, my tint is too dark which makes my hid light dim.) &lt;br /&gt;7. i have this annoying classmate in one of my subject that cant seem to shut his mouth, he has to make comment 99% of the time. he has a very loud voice, u can already hear their conversation with his seatmate. &lt;br /&gt;8. and a secretary of our office asked me to be a godparent of her one year old son. (yucks.. im gona be a ninang!)&lt;br /&gt;9. i think thats about it..  theres nothing much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-112239097887829045?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/112239097887829045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=112239097887829045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112239097887829045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112239097887829045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-112164951295850784</id><published>2005-07-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:18:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up early</title><content type='html'>good morning! i got up early in the morning just to go to school to try the enlistment whether or not i can enlist today. well guess what? I STILL CANT! after all the trouble that i have been thru in communiting in order to go to school, since my car has an ending plate of one (1) which is color coding for today. i waited in quezon ave. standing near the footbrigde right in front of Capitol Medical Center hoping to get a ride from the public utility vehicles. i stand and stand and still standing for about 15 minutes.. and finally, an fx stopped in front of me. and a passenger steps off. so i got myself a ride going to school. as of this moment im waiting for my enlistment to be saved which it takes too long to save. still the csb personnel cant seem to fix the problem., i dont see why they have to change the old way of enlistment., even to the fact that it is EASIER, EFFECTIVE? i think better would be the right word, and ACCESsible! unlike this one.. &lt;P&gt; anyway.. i am still waiting.. and waiting and waiting..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still waiting.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-112164951295850784?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/112164951295850784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=112164951295850784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112164951295850784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112164951295850784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/07/up-early.html' title='up early'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-112088255258796922</id><published>2005-07-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:15:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 13th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer, but it may also give you a tendency to dominate people a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere and honest, you are a serious, hard working individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feeling are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intolerance and insistence on complete accuracy can be irritating to some.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-112088255258796922?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/112088255258796922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=112088255258796922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112088255258796922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/112088255258796922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthdate.html' title='birthdate'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111890779217236918</id><published>2005-06-16T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:48:39.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why/</title><content type='html'>WHY Is it like this? why always me? its the question i have on my head as of this moment. when i glance my neighbors pc they can acces their email and i cant! how irritating can this be., we used the same computer same computer laboratory. why am i always asked for a download thingy every time i click on signed in / log in.. whatever it is, it is starting to bug me.. i want to check my mail! and why cant i change my password on my account in school. db dapat upon logging in with the new password that  the itc has provided, db dapat it would ask if you would want to change your password. duh! i want to change mine why wont this computer ask me... gggrrrr.. i want to check my mail &lt;B&gt;NOWWWWW!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111890779217236918?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111890779217236918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111890779217236918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111890779217236918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111890779217236918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/06/why.html' title='why/'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111873387004167169</id><published>2005-06-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:24:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing to say</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to type. im bored and slippy too.. and my whole body hurts.. yan kasi e. over excercise! hehehe.. im so slippy.. i have a reporting about dissolution later this evening so wish me luck.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking going for starbucks... kaso... lapit na mag 430pm, and the location of starbucks is not that near.. hay.. and im still slippy and slopy too.. so should i go or should i stay?? i think il just stay.. my butt wont like me walking anyway.. "it" just wanted to seat down?? (what a sentence!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111873387004167169?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111873387004167169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111873387004167169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111873387004167169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111873387004167169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/06/theres-nothing-to-say.html' title='there&apos;s nothing to say'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111866972657740349</id><published>2005-06-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:35:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mt. makiling</title><content type='html'>like a said yesterday we are going to laguna yesterday. wel, i didnt know that laguna, that our destination is in UP los banos.. tsk tsk.. silly me.. &lt;br /&gt;anyway it was my first time to drive 120 km per hour. had fun driving, but was exhausted when we got home. im going to bed na cgro.. i dont know what else to write. or yeah.. the buko up there is just 10 bucks unlike in manila which cost 18 each!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111866972657740349?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111866972657740349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111866972657740349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111866972657740349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111866972657740349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mt-makiling.html' title='mt. makiling'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111856031145256107</id><published>2005-06-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:15:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly story</title><content type='html'>allow me to tell you a story.. well.. after church we went to Sta. Mesa. and then we went for lunch at green hills shopping center. my grandmother insisted that she wanted to eat at SUn moon restaurant. so i have to look for it. since its been awhile that we do not eat at that restaurant. so we have gone circles, and at long last finally.. we ordered. abalon, fish leap soup, spinach (this was suppose to be our soup! but the waiter didnt understand what my grandmother said) shirmp( still my favorite dish), seafood bihon (fav of my grandma) and last but not the least there so called sun moon chicken (which taste exactly like chowking sweet and sour pork!) so after lunch we went for groceries. so basically unimart's polcy is to place your belongings with the security guard, so i did. after groceries was done. we are on our way home. and we drive pass thru magnolia (which i asked ama if she wants to eat ices cream, and as always she's good to go, and we did..) and guess what i forgot???? my belongings which i left (i frgot) with the security guard of UNIMART!!!  aaarrrggg... we have to drive all the way back to greenhills just to get it.. what a waste of gas!.. tomorrow me and my sis is planning to go to laguna (sssshhh.. kami lang., my family is not included, heheh ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm stuck at home doing nothing. telling you this silly story of mine., hope you enjoyed it( nakaka-enjoy ba?? i dont think so.) ehheh.. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mr. Opinion i have encoded an entry for today, kaya wag ka na magreklamo :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111856031145256107?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111856031145256107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111856031145256107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111856031145256107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111856031145256107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/06/silly-story.html' title='silly story'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111846720775628861</id><published>2005-06-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:20:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoucement</title><content type='html'>official announcement. effective january 2005. my number with globe telecom has already been cut due to some problems. my new number will be provided to the ones i wish to give :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, its been awhile.. well so far im working part time in Sacaris trading. and at the same time im studying during tues thurs.. hehe.. anyways..  un nalang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111846720775628861?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111846720775628861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111846720775628861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111846720775628861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111846720775628861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/06/annoucement.html' title='annoucement'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111559319420746578</id><published>2005-05-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:03:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devotional</title><content type='html'>Devotional 05-09-2005 Imprisoned by the "Shoulds" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4:4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are angry, do not sin. When you are in bed,&lt;br /&gt;look deep down inside you and be silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always do what you truly want to do, or do you&lt;br /&gt;give in to other's wants because you are afraid to say&lt;br /&gt;no? Are you swayed by what others think because you&lt;br /&gt;fear you won't be liked if you don't do what they want&lt;br /&gt;or think you should do? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of growth and maturity is recognizing our&lt;br /&gt;legitimate needs, taking responsibility for getting&lt;br /&gt;them met in healthy ways, and by being our own person&lt;br /&gt;in that we are being true to ourselves and not&lt;br /&gt;allowing ourselves to be controlled by what others&lt;br /&gt;want, think, or expect. The healthy, mature person&lt;br /&gt;makes decisions on the basis of what he/she knows is&lt;br /&gt;right for him/her. While we don't give in to others'&lt;br /&gt;demands, it doesn't mean that we never give in to&lt;br /&gt;their wishes. &lt;br&gt;It means that we do what we choose to&lt;br /&gt;do, not because somebody else says we should, but&lt;br /&gt;because we want and freely choose to do so. Living by&lt;br /&gt;others&amp;#8217; "shoulds" will imprison us! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like David, learn to listen to your heart. Your heart&lt;br /&gt;knows what you want and need. Learn to say no to&lt;br /&gt;others' demands when you know that to say no is the&lt;br /&gt;right thing for you to do. Allowing ourselves to be&lt;br /&gt;controlled by others&amp;#8217; demands and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;shoulds&amp;#8221; also makes&lt;br /&gt;us angry inside. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, without the freedom to say "no" our "yeses"&lt;br /&gt;are meaningless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn to listen to our heart &amp;#8220;deep down&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;us&amp;#8221; and trust it. I was taught that I could&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;trust my feelings (heart). Wrong. I have since learned&lt;br /&gt;that I can always trust my feelings. What I can't&lt;br /&gt;always trust is my interpretation of them. However,&lt;br /&gt;with practice I'm getting much better at it, and&lt;br /&gt;believe I am a much wiser, healthier, and more mature&lt;br /&gt;person as a result. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 121:1-2&lt;br /&gt;"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence&lt;br /&gt;cometh my help? My help cometh from the LORD, which&lt;br /&gt;made heaven and earth."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested prayer: &lt;br /&gt;"Dear God, help me to listen to my heart and become&lt;br /&gt;real. Help me to listen to what my inner self is&lt;br /&gt;telling me and above all else, help me to listen to&lt;br /&gt;what you are saying. Thank you for hearing and&lt;br /&gt;answering my prayer. Gratefully in Jesus Name, amen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:))))&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from&lt;br /&gt;http://www.actsweb.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonds of love and friendship are strong, but some can only be preserved when they are severed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111559319420746578?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111559319420746578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111559319420746578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111559319420746578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111559319420746578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/05/devotional.html' title='devotional'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111555593591231417</id><published>2005-05-08T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T05:38:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>hello cebu!.. its been awhile.. gosh.. its like 8 months ago.. how time flies.. anyway.. few days ago i was in Shanghai China. with my granmother and auntie. it was a 4 day tour. was quite exhausting due to the fact that i have to carry my grandma on and off the bus because she has a bad leg, however i have no complain about it. it was cold unlike here, unfortunately no jacket for me (unlike my auntie) we went to huang pu river, had cruise and done a lot of photography,. (sorry guys cant upload it anymore) im printing them for my own portfolio (because me and my friend made a contract in opening a partnership. we are opening our own studio sometime in august) ssshhhh.. cess.. wag kang abuso a. walang FREE.. its a business! :P &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went shopping, kaso.. may 1-may 7 is the one week holiday for china. so too crowded!!!.. as in every corner, every street its full of people walking around.. kept on bumping into people. and we went to mcdonald to borrow their CR. it took us 45 minutes to fall in line! as in 45 minute long!! so what else can i tell you. oh yeah.. the price there is expensive! and a lot of americans! our tour guide said to my grandmother in mandarine that i can be a tour guide here because she could see that i am familiar with the place already (i just been there once! that time 2nd time ko palang) well.. malay mo after staying there to study for a year i could work as a tour guide (hhhmmmm.... ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well focks.. right now im in cebu.. will be going to ayala tomorrow to do some shopping.. i have my own car! yippeee... hehehe.. shopping movies here i come! (oh boy.. my dad is going to kill me once i gave him the credit card bill *sssshhhh... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys.. im also selling the following gear. i dont use it either. sayang lang nakatambak lang sa tamrac bag ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following items are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon 50mm- 1.8 opening. (i dont use it. not even once. aside from testing it when i bought it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigma - 70-300 zoom lens and at the same time macro lens too.. (still have warranty with JTPHOTO. i dont use this either. i bought this one last october 2004)&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigma 17-24. (i used this several times. i bought this one last year. i stop using this one when i bought my 18-124 lens so basically its in pretty good conditions. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are interested you can reach me at my cell number or email me. (im not sure for how long i will have this number --&gt; 09173006599, because my dad wants to change my number. so to be save email me nalang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111555593591231417?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111555593591231417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111555593591231417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111555593591231417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111555593591231417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111475435074247971</id><published>2005-04-28T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:59:10.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well..</title><content type='html'>well. so much fun, i have a very long story to tell you. i dont even know where to start it.. &lt;br /&gt;on april 22.. its the time that they had this so called bonding between the siblings of my grandmother because every now and then they would have a little arguements that would last forever.. so this so called bonding.. tears, happiness, and picture taking occured (of corse im the photographer) so had little fan of taking a lot of pictures.. so few days after, my uncle arrived from china, they went to the world trade center in china. anyways met them in sta mesa.. i didnt go home :) slept there. and i overheard that my grandmother and their siblings is starting to have another arguement (wwwaaaahhhhh!!!!.. im effort was just thrown into the trash can!!) i dont know what to do anymore..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im planning to study in Nanjing China after i graduated from college, i ask my dad if it would be just fine. he said NO.. but little negotiations.. hehehe (evil me)so finally he agreed.. (6 mos lang nga.. but.. ssssshhhhh.. im going to extend it as long as i could. heheheh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111475435074247971?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111475435074247971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111475435074247971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111475435074247971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111475435074247971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/04/well.html' title='well..'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111447888020522750</id><published>2005-04-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:28:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am i</title><content type='html'>I'm 11 letters long, my 1234 is an insect, 345 is food, my 5678 is a heavenly body, if you combine 1358 you'll get my 78910, my 91011is your bestfriend. what am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; this has been in my mind for quite some time. ive been thinking what this is. i guess right now i wanted to know what it was. so i need help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111447888020522750?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111447888020522750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111447888020522750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111447888020522750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111447888020522750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-am-i.html' title='What am i'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111269355813721578</id><published>2005-04-05T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T02:32:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bothered</title><content type='html'>as of yesterday, my brain couldn't stop thinking what had just happend.. i kept on thinking about the call about the text messages that i have receive (if your reading this im sure you know im talking about you!) i couldn't understand why now.. why all of the sudden you would pop out like a ballon being bursted.. im old enough to take care of myself. where were you when i need you??? im confused with my own feelings.. im bothered on the things you have said.. I was also shocked to hear you to the point that i have no idea who you are, (maybe from some stories but thats about it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this message is for you (i dont know when you are going to access my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i dont know how am i going to start this.. im confused with everything that had just happen.. i dont know what to say neither do i know what to do.. i dont want "IT" to become a hindrance and a problem that i would often think about. because it has been bothering me for some time already. couldnt stop thinking about that conversation that we had. you know what? if you assumed that i was lost and im searching for something in my life. definitely that something isn't you. (i have no intention of hurting your feelings) because first of all i have none whatsoever exist in my memory that you were even part of my life and all of the sudden you would pop out of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to my friends especially ferdi who actually read my entries. please dont make any comments. :P i do not wish to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111269355813721578?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111269355813721578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111269355813721578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111269355813721578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111269355813721578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/04/bothered.html' title='bothered'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111232899597736190</id><published>2005-03-31T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:18:42.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the line</title><content type='html'>i reach to this end of the road feeling strange.. every night i would be thinking what will the world do if im no longer around.. i tried to do something stupid 2 nights ago..guess what? i just couldnt do it.. i was pushed and people around me just couldnt stop hurting me.. i guess.. i couldnt tolerate it anymore.. i felt that i have to do something just for it to end.. deep in my heart... i felt so lost.. &lt;br /&gt;i felt sorry to the things that i loved and treasured most.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wish that i can just jump of this certain clif of my life just to end everything.. i really had enough.. i tried to forget everything.. i tried so hard to let it go away... but it just wont leave me alone.. why wont u!????!!!! i hate you! you know that? if now. well now im letting you know that i hate you!.. &lt;br /&gt;go away and leave me alone! please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends and family.. im sorry for what im doing.. and im sorry for what i felt.. dont worry about me. ok? il be alright.. and beside. no one ever did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be alone.. so as i've always said "BUZZ off"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111232899597736190?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111232899597736190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111232899597736190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111232899597736190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111232899597736190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-of-line.html' title='end of the line'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111231658496985912</id><published>2005-03-31T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:49:44.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111231658496985912?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111231658496985912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111231658496985912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111231658496985912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111231658496985912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-brain.html' title='my brain'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111222625786755646</id><published>2005-03-30T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:44:17.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats wrong</title><content type='html'>i dont know whats wrong with me these days. its seems that i'm easily irritated, and im quite disappointed with a lot of things not only at home but in school too.. am i a bit down? i dont really know.. i guess my cough and colds is really getting me.. huh? anyways.. had a bet with my dad if my brother pass the exam for his business purposes. then he would let me add additional stuff for my car., but if he failed then no additional stuff is going to be added.. then again.. parang ang hirap nun a.. because i want to add them!... (boy am i in trouble) &lt;P&gt; am i being too sensitive? or just a bit over acting? hhhmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111222625786755646?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111222625786755646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111222625786755646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111222625786755646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111222625786755646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-wrong.html' title='whats wrong'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111112384901751657</id><published>2005-03-17T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:32:53.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying</title><content type='html'>annoying uncle!!!! just have i thought! he wont be happy without borrowing anything from me! haynako! &lt;B&gt;AAAASSSSSAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! &lt;/B&gt;talaga... why do i even have that kind of uncle! irritated... what else is new! lahat na nga ng gamit ko hineram na nya e. not even one thing /property lahat hineram na nya. from laptop to camera. now my freakin! car!... ggggrrrrrr... i just wasted 1071.1 for my gas last night! &lt;B&gt; ASAR talaga &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111112384901751657?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111112384901751657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111112384901751657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111112384901751657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111112384901751657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/03/annoying.html' title='annoying'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-111112082832245743</id><published>2005-03-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:40:28.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed</title><content type='html'>indeed God really loves me, in spite of my mistakes that i'd rather not talk about it.. there are a lot of things that He has provided for me, yet i often times i neglect them, when will i stop doing what im doing right now. (God knows what im talking about) i dont know.. i want to lift them up. and please take it away.. i dont want to carry that burden anymore.. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please hear my prayer, im offering it unto you. please take it away from me. thank u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-111112082832245743?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/111112082832245743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=111112082832245743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111112082832245743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/111112082832245743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/03/indeed.html' title='indeed'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110911994451487238</id><published>2005-02-22T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:52:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>form me a word</title><content type='html'>would you believe that my whole name &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C A R M E L A C H R I S T I N E G O C H U I C O T A N &lt;P&gt; so far i have reached 300++ words.. il try to update you with the list. but now i have smething to do.. so bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110911994451487238?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110911994451487238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110911994451487238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110911994451487238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110911994451487238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/form-me-word.html' title='form me a word'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110896799180399797</id><published>2005-02-20T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:39:51.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friendship alphabet</title><content type='html'>A- is for all the nice things you do for me &lt;br /&gt;B- is for being there for me&lt;br /&gt;C- is for coming to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;D- is for never deserting me&lt;br /&gt;E- is for your eagerness to please&lt;br /&gt;F- is for being quick to forgive&lt;br /&gt;G- is for your generosity&lt;br /&gt;H- is for extending a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;I- is for your interest in me&lt;br /&gt;J- is for not judging my every move&lt;br /&gt;K- is for your kindness in me&lt;br /&gt;L- is for the love you have shown me&lt;br /&gt;M- is for the many laughs we share&lt;br /&gt;N- is for never gossiping about me&lt;br /&gt;O- is for your openness&lt;br /&gt;P- is for always playing fair&lt;br /&gt;Q- is for the quiet times we share&lt;br /&gt;R- is for the respect we have for each &lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;S- is for all the smiles you bring&lt;br /&gt;T- is because you touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;U- is for how well you understand me&lt;br /&gt;V- is beacause you are a vital part of my &lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;W- is for knowing when to speak &amp; &lt;br /&gt;when not to&lt;br /&gt;X- is for all the x-tra nice things you do&lt;br /&gt;Y- is for giving of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Z- is for the zest you add to my &lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110896799180399797?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110896799180399797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110896799180399797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110896799180399797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110896799180399797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendship-alphabet.html' title='The friendship alphabet'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110862104951886176</id><published>2005-02-16T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:17:29.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of thinking</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things that i cant no longer explain how i wanted it to be. i cannot even explain why my life is like this., its like there is a big rock standing in the way.. there are also a lot of things i can't tell my friends and i do not wish for them to pitty on me.. i dont need that. there are also reasons why i am like this. there are a lot of things that i wanted to have but i cannot have because of what i have in my family.. my dear friends,, how can i tell this to you. i know that someday you guys should also know.. but i just dont know how to say it.. parang nakakhiya or something.. sometimes i just want to hide myself away when i see that my friends are talking about.. and all those. which sometimes i also envy them.. it something like i want to have it however i cannot have it. because long ago it was already gone. i cant even stop it. how can i stop it, im not even ONE MONTH old and everything that  i could imagine was gone. soemtimes i ask myself is this what i really wanted or just to make some other people happy.. i dont really know.. sometimes i just forget about myself and make people happy i guess when they are happy i would be happy too.. then again.. im not.. when it comes to my family.. parang ako ung laging wala. to my friends they have the notion that im the riches.. but tell u what.. if u only knew what my family and life is.. for sure u would never want to have all the riches in this world. im not saying that having the money is not good.. but sharing something that ought to be yours is BAD.. i think im starting to tell.. i dont know.. im still crying myself to sleep.. i just want to hide myself from all the dreadfullness in this world. sabagay.. tanya gave me a bunch of pillows that i can just hide myself in it. i dont really know.. parang i cant no longer understand what i really wanted for myself. parang lagi ako nalang kawawa?. am i? i dont know is my answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110862104951886176?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110862104951886176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110862104951886176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110862104951886176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110862104951886176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-day-of-thinking.html' title='Another day of thinking'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110842505622893221</id><published>2005-02-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:50:56.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day without sleep</title><content type='html'>i didnt sleep again!!! aarrrgggg... this is what happends if you are not responsible ENOUGH to do your BUSPOLI.. u become so stressed! and inspite of the coffee.. it seems that nothing happen with the coffee u have drunk., still very sleepy.hay... im head hurts and still doesnt know what to type in for my written doc in buspoli,. i have 1 more test to study and a midterm exam. which i cant find my notes how facinating!its gone whenever i need it.. :) anyway.. i better get back to work, para matapos na ako,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110842505622893221?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110842505622893221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110842505622893221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110842505622893221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110842505622893221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-day-without-sleep.html' title='another day without sleep'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110809589557340837</id><published>2005-02-10T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:24:55.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforgettable</title><content type='html'>yesterday's event was so unforgettable.. believe it or not we rode the mrt on the WRONG side.. instead of going to Taft avenue station.. we went to the santolan station when i realize it, it was too late. we are like 2 stations  away from my home!... so i was late in BUSPOLI.. and i know that Mr. Tiu would be asking why im late.. hay.. nakkahiyang experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110809589557340837?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110809589557340837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110809589557340837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110809589557340837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110809589557340837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/unforgettable.html' title='unforgettable'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110800823435692220</id><published>2005-02-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T20:03:54.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>so much fun, the teacher didnt show up again. and i wasted my 10 bucks just to have my assingment printed. and honestly my assignment was partially wrong, so it doesnt really matter. so somewhat im happy about it. thank u God. so now im stuck in cl3 with u. doing nothing wasting my time till 1 pm for my next class. kinda boring huh.. anyways.. what do you want to read about? hhhmmm.. any topic? i need suggestions.. hehehe.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i got an email someone who would like to rent my gears.. but the thing is.. i dont trust people easily and all my gears are my hard savings from my allowances. so im kinda afraid of lending it out. but he also ask for my service. but the thing is.. the venue is in batangas and he is only offering one thousand five hundred pesos only.. kinda low huh.. but he said its his wedding but he couldnt afford to have a professional photographer do the job. so partially my angle side took in.. so im still waiting for his next email.but most likely i would do it. but.. lets just see what happens. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110800823435692220?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110800823435692220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110800823435692220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110800823435692220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110800823435692220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110800209063696737</id><published>2005-02-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:21:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning, and guess what time it was? its freakin 9AM! wwwaaahhh.. im late.. so got up in a hurry.. took a shower, and all my morning routines. no breakfast for me! hay.. guess what time i arrived at school? 30 mins after my departure. thats was fast huh.. yeah, it sure was.. i have a lot of assigments to do.. so ill chat with u later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110800209063696737?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110800209063696737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110800209063696737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but i woke up. turn on the lights start looking for it, come to think of it. i look stupid, looking for something which i have no idea what it was.. hhhmmm... have my problem affected my unconscious stage? i hope not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; guess what i got myself a free meal and additional notes payable in my wallet. :) had a bet with ferdi while riding the mrt. the bet was whether or not lani was there when we watch the boring movie "bangkok hunted" at first i was so confident with my answer. but when ferdi is kinda sure with what he was talking about.. parang i had a doubt but to be sure we ask lani and cess.. so i won 50 bucks complimentary of Mr. opinion!. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another bet to tell.. the wasabi story.. i told ferdi to dare me to used the entire wasabi on my kikoman sause.. so guess what i did.. it was so bad. most specially when i accidentally place the tuna sashimi on my lips. *ouch... heheheh.. i have a reward for me too.. i got a free meal! yum yum yum.. cant wait.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110791147685773806?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110791147685773806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110791147685773806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110791147685773806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110791147685773806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110782605811484995</id><published>2005-02-07T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:27:38.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://carmelatan.multiply.com/photos/album/3&gt;Retreat&lt;/a&gt; here are some of the pictures that i have captured through my lens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110782605811484995?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110782599067764012</id><published>2005-02-07T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:26:30.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://carmelatan.multiply.com/photos/album/3&gt;Retreat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110782599067764012?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110782599067764012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110782599067764012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110782599067764012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110782599067764012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110782449314213572</id><published>2005-02-07T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:01:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats taking so long</title><content type='html'>As i have promised, im uploading some of the pictures, i tried it first by 20's last night it took me forever, so this morning i tried it by 10's well guess what im online almost an hour and i haven't uploaded any of the pictures, how irritating can that be.. hay.. why is my internet so damn slow.. this is so ridiculous!.. been waiting for it almost an hour still nothing happen.. hay... i guess i have to try it by 5's? i guess or less.. well.. try again.. soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110782449314213572?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110782449314213572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110782449314213572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110782449314213572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110782449314213572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-taking-so-long.html' title='whats taking so long'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110775909091992641</id><published>2005-02-06T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:51:30.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>for the past few days i've been crying myself to sleep.. it seems that all my problems wouldnt just go away.. i tried not to think about it but it just wont.. i promised myself that ill be ok.. but i was wrong.. i tried not to think about it hoping that it will go away.. then again, it didnt.. i was happy for awhile.. when we  are in the retreat.. or maybe i was pretending to be happy? am i happy? i dont really know.. parang ang bigat ng heart ko.. so many burdens in my life.. and its so hard to think, i mean.. being a better person.. there are a lot of things i havent gotten the opportunity to tell my friends. there are a lot of problems that i couldnt share. it seems that each day it gets bigger and heavier.. i wish that it would be just as easy as a snap of a finger.. then again.. that wont be a life if that is the case.. i dont really know.. im really having a hard time to think on what i really wanted to do in my life..  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be so hard.. how can i say this? ummm.. it seems that everything and everyone is against me. no matter how hard my heart felt.. no matter how sad and bothered i am.. its getting even worst each day.. i tried to give up everything i have to the Lord.. but the problem is.. i couldnt stop thinking about it. i know that i have to.. and its a must.. then what is my problem? why cant i just stop thinking about it? i dont really know.. it seems so hard to be me these days.. i felt so sad and burden deep in my heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being a bad girl? if yes? in what way? does everybody hate me? i dont really know.. like i said my head are having a lot of thoughts, imaginations and other related stuff.. i dont really know. im bothered and at the same time confused.. deep inside me theres soo many grievances.. hay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110775909091992641?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110775909091992641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110775909091992641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110775909091992641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110775909091992641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110774102288730110</id><published>2005-02-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:50:22.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>why can someone be such a jerk! taking ur things with out even asking for permission?! what if i need it so badly?! doesnt he or she cares!? im sooooooo irritated right now. i think i should place a podlock on my things too.. and attatch a chain around it and tight it on my arm! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110774102288730110?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110774102288730110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110774102288730110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110774102288730110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110774102288730110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/02/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110758914613524560</id><published>2005-02-04T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:39:06.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagaytay outing</title><content type='html'>this so called retreat of ours was such a waste of time.. its not that i didnt enjoy it but i dont think that i learn much however i had the opportunity to hung out with my friends as a group.. i had a wonderful time.. and somehow i di enjoy taking pictures of stuff. ill be uploading all of the picture anytime tonight or tom evning the latest would be monday morning. im planning to go to glorietta tomorrow morning.. but im not sure of the direction.. would somebody guide me going there? i'll be driving. from vito cruz to ayala zobel st. after that i have no idea which way to go. so please help me out. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110758914613524560?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110758914613524560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110758914613524560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110758914613524560'/><link rel='self' 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the mean time please bare with me. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i had a problem, but i'd rather keep that to myself and lani, i dont want that particular person to read it here.. neither do i want that person to hear it from somebody else.. anyways.. i guess its been awhile i have not posted much here.. as is AWHILE.. heheh.. so whats up? aside for the stars, sun, moon and other heavenly bodies up there.. doing photography less and less, been busy with doing FAQ in school.. just hoping and hoping, against all odds that we are not going to get DEFFERED!... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of going back to china to study, not just 2 months study, rather minimum of 6 months.. *ssshhh... im planning to prolong my stay.. hehehhe.. * anyways.. i have to start editing this one.. so bye for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110722555716395027?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110722555716395027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110722555716395027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110722555716395027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110722555716395027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-awhile_31.html' title='its been awhile'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110593033042986469</id><published>2005-01-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:52:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share</title><content type='html'>i found something that i would like to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ben Carson, Think Big &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       "I CANNOT DO ANYMORE...I NEED YOU, LORD &lt;br /&gt;"  (Nice!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all &lt;br /&gt;without finding fault, and it will be given to him." (James 1:5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Once when I was operating deep inside a brain, an artery broke loose &lt;br /&gt;in an area that I couldn't see. This resulted in vigorous bleeding. Because &lt;br /&gt;we couldn't see where the blood was coming from, it looked as though we &lt;br /&gt;might lose the patient. Without consciously deciding to do so, I just &lt;br /&gt;started praying for God's help. I have learned to act on intuition in such &lt;br /&gt;emergencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just then I did something that, in the telling, seems almost &lt;br /&gt;irrational. I placed the bipolar forceps into the pool of blood where the &lt;br /&gt;bleeding might be coming from. It started sucking away the blood.  I &lt;br /&gt;pleaded, "God, you've got to stop this bleeding. Please, God, I cannot &lt;br /&gt;control it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Strange as it may seem at that instant the bleeding stopped without my &lt;br /&gt;ever being able to locate its cause. Afterward, the patient awakened and &lt;br /&gt;recovered fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At another time we had a man from Bermuda who had trigeminal neuralgia &lt;br /&gt;(an extremely painful condition of face caused by irritation of the fifth &lt;br /&gt;cranial nerve). Before we had methods to treat this condition, many &lt;br /&gt;patients committed suicide because of the constant pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I had to put the needle into an exceptionally small hole at the base &lt;br /&gt;of his skull and pass it up to the level of the ganglion. This process &lt;br /&gt;requires a skill in which I had to develop a great deal of proficiency &lt;br /&gt;during my days as a medical student. On that particular day, however, no &lt;br /&gt;matter what I did, I could not get the needle into the hole. I had worked &lt;br /&gt;at this for nearly two hours before it occurred to me that perhaps I should &lt;br /&gt;just give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just before quitting, I finally prayed: "Lord I cannot get the needle &lt;br /&gt;in. There is no way I can do it. I am going to take this needle and push it &lt;br /&gt;in one more time. I want You to guide it into the hole, because I cannot &lt;br /&gt;seem to do it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I took the needle, pushed it, and went right through the hole as if it &lt;br /&gt;had a mind of its own. A feeling of deep gratitude came over me. I feel &lt;br /&gt;that it is a little risky to relate an incident like this because I can &lt;br /&gt;almost hear skeptics say, "Oh, come on, Ben, that is ridiculous. Why would &lt;br /&gt;you even say a thing like that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yet, for me it is not absurd; it is what I expect. In talking &lt;br /&gt;with  other Christian surgeons, I have learned that some of them understand &lt;br /&gt;because they have experienced similar feelings of God guiding their  hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When we develop a relationship with God and believe that He &lt;br /&gt;is  working through us, we still have moments of helplessness---when God &lt;br /&gt;has an opportunity to do something for us. This happens when we give  our &lt;br /&gt;best---which, at the particular moment, does not seem good enough. Ready to &lt;br /&gt;give up, we say aloud or silently, "I cannot do anymore, Lord. I need You." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At such moments we provide God with the opportunity to respond. Truly, &lt;br /&gt;"Man's eternity is God's opportunity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110593033042986469?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110593033042986469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110593033042986469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110593033042986469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110593033042986469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110558859681491772</id><published>2005-01-12T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:56:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>destroyed!</title><content type='html'>my blog is totally destroyed. i accidentally erased something here.. to make thing more funnier.. i cant find my head! (not literaly) :P just html codes, i have the back portion of the codes but i do not have the front part of the codes, which i have no idea where it go.. i guess i have to start all over again just to have it fix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110558859681491772?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110558859681491772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110558859681491772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110558859681491772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110558859681491772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/destroyed.html' title='destroyed!'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110505644005372363</id><published>2005-01-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:07:20.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;justify&gt;differnt answers has come from different people.. still im bothered by this major and minor thingy.. cause it seems that this never ending question still bugs my brain.. people may have different opionions, different beliefs, however still we do not know what the real answer suppose to be since for the past three years our teachers and professors corrupt and made us very confused on which is far more important than which depending on what the professor is teaching. in terms on.. teachers who teach accounting would say that the accounting and far more better than manufacturing, purchasing, management.. or another example would be.. a teacher who teach management would say that management would be more important than accounting, because if the firm doesnt know how to manage the right way all the money that the company earns will go down the drain.. see how confusing this is?.. in terms of ethics.. ethics would say they are far more better than the law.. due to ethics are the early people who created law to be followed.. for the law teacher they would say that without law.. there would be no ethics..&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;p&gt; am i making a point here? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110505644005372363?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110505644005372363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110505644005372363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110505644005372363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110505644005372363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/differnt-answers-has-come-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110502002660748508</id><published>2005-01-06T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T06:44:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>major</title><content type='html'>Which is more major? this was the question our class was debating about.. find this weird.. but kinda funny too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it &lt;b&gt; Ethics &lt;/b&gt; or is it &lt;b&gt; Law? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it &lt;b&gt; Finance &lt;/b&gt; or is it &lt;b&gt; Accounting &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from u soon... in addition, pls explain ur ans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110502002660748508?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110502002660748508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110502002660748508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110502002660748508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110502002660748508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/major.html' title='major'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110499004817284532</id><published>2005-01-05T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:40:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of waiting</title><content type='html'>another day of waiting.. tomorrow would be a(n) big event in my part.. prepared my cams.. even got ripped off! i went to hidalgo this morning to buy a battery grip.. never have i know that mayer sold it 400 lesser than the price that i bought.. :( see how bad it is if you do not have the patience to wait for the shops to open? and not calling the shops first? sayang 400 ko.. i could have buy it for something more useful.. like a shutter release for instant? or maybe another battery would be nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask my grandmother if i can go to Cebu for the sinulog festival well guess what the answer is?..... no.. due to the expenses of the fare and all.. oh well.. what can i do.. let me think.. i could make fun of my sis by making fun of her picture using the photoshop! hhhmmm.. that would be nice.. wont it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110499004817284532?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110499004817284532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110499004817284532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110499004817284532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110499004817284532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-day-of-waiting.html' title='another day of waiting'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110489037067386678</id><published>2005-01-04T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:59:30.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>want to go</title><content type='html'>i want to go with some of my friends going to the creater of taal lake.. well guess what the answer is? no.. hay.. why wont i be allowed? such waste of opportunity.. even the sinulog festival in cebu inspite we had relatives already living there.. ayaw parin.. its so unfair when it comes to women.. ang daya.. hay.. :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110489037067386678?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110489037067386678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110489037067386678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110489037067386678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110489037067386678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/want-to-go.html' title='want to go'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110481953610530101</id><published>2005-01-03T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:18:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://castle-diqueria.com/spirit_quiz/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.castle-diqueria.com/spirit_quiz/happy.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://castle-diqueria.com/spirit_quiz/" target="new"&gt;Spirit Quiz&lt;/a&gt; and visit &lt;a href="http://www.castle-diqueria.com" target="new"&gt;Castle Diqueria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110481953610530101?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110481953610530101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110481953610530101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110481953610530101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110481953610530101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/cutie.html' title='cutie'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110481887035543621</id><published>2005-01-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:07:50.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been awhile</title><content type='html'>its been awhile i have not written anything here.. am i being that busy over the christmas break or am i just not in the mood in doing so? i dont really know.. right now i am bothered with the things i have in my mind, whether or not it is legal for anybody just to know.. i dont really know.. it seems that problems comes and go and i am still stuck in the middle of God knows what.. i dont know, hhhmmm.. weird huh.. guess what.. one of my wish was finally granted after all this long wait..hay.. right now.. im stuck in school wasting time AGAIN... waiting and waiting.. why do i have to wait for this and that.. *******!!! hehe.. we had this stupid evaluation some kind of survey in bussfin.. weird one aswell.. i thought that im doing a solo flight again in some of my subjects well guess what im not!.. classmate with cess and the rest of the gang with a boyish teacher in bustaxa, and steve and the rest in bussfin.. small world huh?.. anyway back to waiting.. how long should i wait? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110481887035543621?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110481887035543621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110481887035543621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110481887035543621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110481887035543621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='its been awhile'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110293807412833967</id><published>2004-12-13T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:41:14.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share</title><content type='html'>The Pencil Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the&lt;br /&gt;box.   There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before I send&lt;br /&gt;you out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;  Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best&lt;br /&gt;pencil you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ... You will be able to do many great things,&lt;br /&gt;but only if you allow yourself to be held in someone's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ... You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll need it to become a better pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ... You will be able to correct mistakes you will make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ... The most important part of you will always be what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ... On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pencil understood and promised to remember,&lt;br /&gt;and went into the box with purpose in its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now replacing the place of the pencil with you, always remember them and&lt;br /&gt;never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ... You will be able to do many great things,&lt;br /&gt;but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand.&lt;br /&gt;And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you&lt;br /&gt;possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ... You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;by going through various problems, but you'll need it to become a&lt;br /&gt;stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ... You will be able to correct mistakes you might make or grow&lt;br /&gt;through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ... The most important part of you will always be what's on the&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ... On every surface you walk, you must leave your mark.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the situation, you must continue to serve God in&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this&lt;br /&gt;earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart and a relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110293807412833967?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110293807412833967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110293807412833967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110293807412833967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110293807412833967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110293155704646682</id><published>2004-12-13T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:52:37.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>i dont know whats wrong with me for the past few days.. it seems that i often get scoled by my grandmother.. am i becoming a bad person, have i made changes in my life, in terms of my attitudes, i dont know. had our test in INFOREM earlier in the morning, it is one weird test.. 3 questions, essay type.. weird.. bad part is every student to reviewed for the test, however, all that they had reviewed didnt come out.. silly teacher.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110293155704646682?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110293155704646682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110293155704646682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110293155704646682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110293155704646682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_13.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110240442386868624</id><published>2004-12-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:27:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>well.. let me see.. i got a wide angle lens today at a cheaper value and i was happy about it. .let me tell u something.. we had a very good presentation yesterday however, there is someone who made us look bad by asking a question take note not just a question 2 questions, i guess that person wasn't satisfied with our answer, anyway i hope that wouldnt drag our grades down.. i can say so myself the animation was good even if im a starter in 3d animations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110240442386868624?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110240442386868624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110240442386868624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110240442386868624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110240442386868624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110195580992913309</id><published>2004-12-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:50:09.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of wind</title><content type='html'>Well what do ya know.. all of the sudden the direction of the wind change.. hehe :) feeling a little bit better.. (i think) woke up this morning suprisingly i was alone at home (gosh.. never been alone at home) was shock.. so txt my bro my mom almost the entire family inquiring where did they go.. and hahahah.. my brother was taking a bath.. heheh.. :) anyways... still have to do a 3d animation.. start from scratch again.. hmmm.. what can i do? hmmmm? thinking thinking.. then again.. what i did on the other one.. would it be possible to attatch it sa powerpoint? hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110195580992913309?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110195580992913309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110195580992913309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110195580992913309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110195580992913309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/12/change-of-wind.html' title='change of wind'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110191012432819218</id><published>2004-12-01T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T06:08:44.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day has strike again</title><content type='html'>it seems that everybody is having a bad day.. im also part of it.. i dont really know.. i dont feel like typing today.. i guess i just want to bottled up my thoughts and myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110191012432819218?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110191012432819218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110191012432819218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110191012432819218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110191012432819218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/12/bad-day-has-strike-again.html' title='Bad Day has strike again'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110187140186952512</id><published>2004-11-30T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:23:21.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Life sometimes can be so cruel..you dont know what is infront of you, and friends can hurt you most specially the one who you are close to you.. i dont know.. i dont really know what to know anymore.. i thought it was okay but then again.. it wasnt.. then what will happen after this.. i dont really know. all i can say that its so strange,i could no loner understand it.. its really hard to meet expectations of people.. or person in particular.. too high expectation.. in addition to this dependable crap.. hay... today was really bad.. wet wrong day was todays exact title.. it seems so hard.. im feeling so down and all... maybe because of the stupid expectation and stupid everything, i dont know.. its so hard to understand people these days, is it because of me? im still very bothered.. what is t like not to exist? i mean im happy when im aline? am i really am? or thats what i want to belive?..i really dont know . im clueless.. i just want to squiz my problem in a bottle and throw it in a open sea.. im very bothered.. i thought it was over then again its not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110187140186952512?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110187140186952512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110187140186952512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110187140186952512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110187140186952512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110136631873938860</id><published>2004-11-24T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:05:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>i was wondering what is it like to be another family? hhhmmm.. i wonder how.. why? its kinda weird sometimes.. im still bothered by the situation.. were i can be a person whom people loved and cared about. i dont know (kulang ba sa pagmamahal?) i dont really know..why are people keep on brugging me? am i easily get annoyed? i dont know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110136631873938860?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110136631873938860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110136631873938860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110136631873938860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110136631873938860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_24.html' title='?'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110126007901868366</id><published>2004-11-23T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:34:39.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/twisted.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110126007901868366?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110126007901868366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110126007901868366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110126007901868366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110126007901868366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-evil.html' title='how evil?'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110125984825812555</id><published>2004-11-23T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:30:48.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>im still bothered.. i even flunk a test in quality.. i just want to go home last night.. dont care who how or why.. i dont feel like staying in school.. it seems that being in school just make me sad.. i dont know.. it seems that i still cant be happy with what i want.. im so confused.. whats wrong with me? *sigh* another day to come.. and yet.. im still bothered by it.. why cant i just be happy with what i want? i dont know..  :( am i a bad person? or just being over acting? (thats what my bro said) am i being over acting? am i?! huh? i dont really know. its seems that my head is so mess up..  help me patch up the wholes in my path.. (baka mahulog na ko) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110125984825812555?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110125984825812555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110125984825812555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110125984825812555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110125984825812555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110118975232661162</id><published>2004-11-22T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:02:32.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it me?</title><content type='html'>i dont know whats wrong.. but for the past few weeks, i often get hurt with what people said, it maybe intentionally said or accidentally but im still bothered by it.. is it me? whats wrong with me? my attitude? or what? i cant seem to understand whats wrong.. please let me know.. i wont hate u for being honest.. atleast i wont be like this (bothered.. thinking whats wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110118975232661162?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110118975232661162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110118975232661162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110118975232661162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110118975232661162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-it-me.html' title='is it me?'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110109077172737598</id><published>2004-11-21T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:32:51.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>aarrrggg.g... its so hard to fix my schedule for the next term.. its so hard.. im getting so confused.. i dont even know what else to pick.. to many choices.. so undecided..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110109077172737598?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110109077172737598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110109077172737598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110109077172737598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110109077172737598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110103856143587942</id><published>2004-11-21T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T04:02:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do yah kno</title><content type='html'>Well.. went shopping with my mom.. first time for everything eh? hehehe.. i dont know whats with her today she seem so nice and all (thats not her, my mom is cloned!!) hehehe.. anyway.. got home very tired.. sakit paa ko (over walking?) hehehe.. anyway.. have to study inforem. (4 chapters!) gosh.. how can i finish that? hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110103856143587942?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110103856143587942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110103856143587942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110103856143587942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110103856143587942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-do-yah-kno.html' title='What do yah kno'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110095045315484620</id><published>2004-11-20T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T03:38:35.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Well what do u know? i finally got some info from canon about my cam.. and the good part is i have to pay ZERO and thank goodness walang sira.. hehe.. im so happy.. now im looking for a back-up camera.. hehe.. i dont really know what do say.. but deep inside me has a bigger problem that no one could reach.. (i think) then again.. i dont really know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110095045315484620?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110095045315484620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110095045315484620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110095045315484620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110095045315484620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-110077643690754516</id><published>2004-11-18T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T03:13:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>its been a while that i have not typing anything here.. i guess ive been busy with staff in school and still very addicted to photography..&lt;br /&gt;im bothered by this.. well a friend told me "Bakit ang hilig mo bumili" am i fund of buying things? i dont really know.. i admit when i buy things its really expensive.. but i also inquire first.. whats wrong with inquiring? does inquiring means im buying it? i dont really know.., im really bothered by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-110077643690754516?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/110077643690754516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=110077643690754516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110077643690754516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/110077643690754516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109733344121836447</id><published>2004-10-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T07:50:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>I'm very thankful to all my friend who inspires me, listening in my miserable thoughts. I know i can be such pain in the butt.. heheh.. but now i realize i do not really need these things.. rather it is somewhat what i want from what i need. i know that i still could not decide on what i want.. yet sometimes it still bothers me on the things i would like to do. yet.. I could no longer explain on the things that i also could not understand. i felt that everybody kept on discourage me with what I want to do in my life. but I also learned just now that I can do all things thru Christ.. i mean.. I know that I am financially low. but i read an email awhile ago. and what he said made me relize that he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Question was:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do I really need this?&lt;br /&gt;2. Would I be using it? How often?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the purpose of it?&lt;br /&gt;4. How will it help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109733344121836447?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109733344121836447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109733344121836447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109733344121836447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109733344121836447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/10/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109697506173437592</id><published>2004-10-05T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T04:17:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><content type='html'>sometimes i no longer understand what i want in my life. its not that im stupid or something. yet.. there are a lots of things that i miss doing.. it seems that there are things that i wana do and there are also a lot of hindrances coming from everybody.. it seems that i have become a bad person in the field of photography.. eventho i think not.. but almost everybody is against me.. is there something wrong with being a photographer? i know it would be expensive.. but the thing is im not using anybodys money. im using my hard earn money from my allowances.. it took me a long long time to earn them and people kept on bothering me about what i want!. as if im asking them to purchase it for me.. but no.. what i have been doing is.. asking for their opinions.. and guess what never ending opinions plus sermons has arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109697506173437592?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109697506173437592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109697506173437592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109697506173437592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109697506173437592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/10/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109681789486106331</id><published>2004-10-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T08:38:14.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i dont know whats bothering me these days i cant seem to focus.. its like i have a lot of burden in my brain. i couldnt stop thinking.. i am also having a  hard time sleeping at night.. i dont know whats wrong with me anymore.. sometimes i felt so alone, like a loner.. but there are also times that i just wanted to be alone.. for the past few days i get easily annoyed.. frustrated.. and bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109681789486106331?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109681789486106331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109681789486106331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109681789486106331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109681789486106331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109667830339379466</id><published>2004-10-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:51:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 SEASONS  --  THE MEASURE OF LIFE </title><content type='html'>I got this on my email and i believe that we have to see a person not just in the plain view, because there are times that looks can be decieving. yet we did not know what are reaction made that sometimes we have already hurt them with out knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no--it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but ONLY one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are--and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life--can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109667830339379466?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109667830339379466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109667830339379466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109667830339379466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109667830339379466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/10/4-seasons-measure-of-life.html' title='4 SEASONS  --  THE MEASURE OF LIFE '/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109574906075022266</id><published>2004-09-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:44:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wewwwwaaaaaahhhh!!!1</title><content type='html'>i hate this day!.. everything went wrong. even to the simpliest thing in this world that can possibly go wrong goes wrong! :(( im so miserable!. i want this day to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109574906075022266?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109574906075022266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109574906075022266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109574906075022266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109574906075022266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/09/wewwwwaaaaaahhhh1.html' title='wewwwwaaaaaahhhh!!!1'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109569174334821376</id><published>2004-09-20T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T07:49:03.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total quality management</title><content type='html'>I  have this teacher in tqm, He often gives us assignment even he knows that the book is out of stock, how can i do my assignment? :( im so dead, i have two assignment na,(i have to come up with a reason for delaying of my assingment) hehehe.. but its true the book is still out of stock and someone is always beating me to the only book in the library. believe it or not i manage to memorize income taxation! grabe! its unbelievable.. hehehe.. i can't wait for the season finale of Amazing race!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109569174334821376?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109569174334821376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109569174334821376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109569174334821376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109569174334821376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/09/total-quality-management.html' title='Total quality management'/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109514472909184361</id><published>2004-09-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:28:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my schedule!.. hehhe.. i am still wondering whats wrong with my brain. i think vacation has highly affected from my vacation., its still not functioning as it was  before. :( i hope that sooner or later my brain will start functioning properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109514472909184361?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109514472909184361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109514472909184361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109514472909184361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109514472909184361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hate-my-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230573.post-109469574147780266</id><published>2004-09-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:09:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about  hell </title><content type='html'>by Terry Watkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments. . .” Luke 16:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're about to read is hard to believe. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to examine the place the Bible calls hell. We'll present documented evidence for a place called hell. Don't take what you're going to read lightly. If what you read is true — YOU COULD BE IN SERIOUS DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago a book was published, entitled Beyond Death's Door by Dr. Maurice Rawlings. Dr. Rawlings, a specialist in Internal Medicine and Cardiovascular Disease, resuscitated many people who had been clinically dead. Dr. Rawlings, a devout atheist, "considered all religion "hocus-pocus" and death nothing more than a painless extinction". But something happened in 1977 that brought a dramatic change in the life of Dr. Rawlings! He was resuscitating a man, terrified and screaming — descending down into the flames of hell:&lt;br /&gt;"Each time he regained heartbeat and respiration, the patient screamed, "I am in hell!" He was terrified and pleaded with me to help him. I was scared to death. . . Then I noticed a genuinely alarmed look on his face. He had a terrified look worse than the expression seen in death! This patient had a grotesque grimace expressing sheer horror! His pupils were dilated, and he was perspiring and trembling — he looked as if his hair was "on end."&lt;br /&gt;Then still another strange thing happened. He said,"Don't you understand? I am in hell. . . Don't let me go back to hell!" . . .the man was serious, and it finally occurred to me that he was indeed in trouble. He was in a panic like I had never seen before."&lt;br /&gt;(Maurice Rawlings, Beyond Death's Door,(Thomas Nelson Inc., 1979) p. 3).&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rawlings said, no one, who could have heard his screams and saw the look of terror on his face could doubt for a single minute that he was actually in a place called hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible continually warns of a place called hell. There are over 162 references in the New Testament alone which warns of hell. And over 70 of these references were uttered by the Lord Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luke 16, Jesus Christ gives a frightening picture of hell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . . . the rich man also died, and was buried;&lt;br /&gt;23 And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.&lt;br /&gt;24 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.&lt;br /&gt;25 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.&lt;br /&gt;26 And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.&lt;br /&gt;27 Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father’s house:&lt;br /&gt;28 For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment. (Luke 16:22-28)&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS A PLACE OF FIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in Luke 16:24 cries: ". . .I am tormented in this FLAME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 13:42, Jesus says: "And shall cast them into a FURNACE OF FIRE: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 25:41, Jesus says: "Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting FIRE,. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 20:15 says, " And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the LAKE OF FIRE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIBLE GIVES THE LOCATION OF HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus Christ died on the cross, He descended into hell. In Acts 2, Peter is speaking, verse 31, " . . . seeing this before spake of the resurrection of Christ, that his soul was not left in HELL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus Christ died His soul went into hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Matthew 12:40, Jesus Christ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale's belly: so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the HEART OF THE EARTH. "&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is clear — Hell is inside the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:9, says of Jesus: "Now that he ascended, what is it but that he also descended first into the LOWER PARTS OF THE EARTH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On page 85 of Beyond Death’s Door, Dr. Rawlings writes patients who described hell said, ". . . this place seems to be UNDERGROUND or WITHIN THE EARTH in some way."&lt;br /&gt;Scientist and Bible teacher, Henry Morris also agrees the Bible plainly teaches that hell is in this earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So far as we can tell from Scripture, the present hell, is somewhere in the heart of the earth itself. It is also called 'the pit' (Isa. 14:9, 15: Ezek. 32:18-21) and 'the abyss' (Rev. 9:2). . .&lt;br /&gt;The writers certainly themselves believed hell to be real and geographically 'beneath' the earth's surface. . .&lt;br /&gt;To say this is not scientific is to assume science knows much more about the earth's interior than is actually the case. The great 'pit' [hell] would only need to be about 100 miles or less in diameter to contain, with much room to spare, all the forty billion or so people who have ever lived, assuming their 'spiritual' bodies are the same size as their physical bodies."&lt;br /&gt;(Henry M. Morris, The Bible Has the Answer, p. 220)&lt;br /&gt;The Birmingham News, April 10, 1987 had an article entitled "Earth's Center Hotter Than Sun's Surface, Scientists Say". The article stated that scientists have recently discovered, "THE EARTH'S INNER CORE HAS A TEMPERATURE OF OVER 12,000 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen pictures of a volcano erupting, spewing a lake of fire from inside the earth — consuming everything within miles just from the heat? When Mount St. Helens erupted in May 18, 1980, it was described by reporters, "when HELL surfaced upon the earth." The book, Volcanoes, Earth's Awakening (p.91) describes an erupting volcano as "descent into HELL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of years ago, the Bible described a place called hell in the heart of the earth that matches exactly what science is discovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! THERE IS A PLACE CALLED HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Numbers 16, the Bible gives the account of people falling into hell alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And THE EARTH OPENED HER MOUTH, and swallowed them up, and their houses, and all the men that appertained unto Korah, and all their goods. They, and all that appertained to them, went down alive INTO THE PIT, and the EARTH CLOSED UPON THEM:" Numbers 16:32-33&lt;br /&gt;Caspar Peucer, a famous fourteenth century astronomer and physician, who also researched and documented the volcanoe eruptions at Heklafell wrote some very frightening information in his research findings. Peucer, claims (as others) that "fearful howlings, weeping and gnashing of teeth" could be heard "for many miles. . ." as these volcanoes erupted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out of the bottomless abyss of Heklafell, or rather out of Hell itself, rise melancholy cries and loud wailings, so that these can be heard for many miles around. . . there may be heard in the mountain fearful howlings, weeping and gnashing of teeth."&lt;br /&gt;(Haraldur Sigurdsson, Melting the Earth, The History of Ideas on Volcanic Eruptions, p. 73)&lt;br /&gt;And Caspar Peucer is not alone. There are others who believe they have heard "cries and screaming" coming from volcanoes. Most have tried to ignore the obvious. Some simply explain the "sounds of hell" to some rational meaning. But they are there. . .&lt;br /&gt;"The fearsome noises that issued from some of their volcanoes were certainly thought to be the screams of tormented souls in the fires of hell below".&lt;br /&gt;(Haraldur Sigurdsson, Melting the Earth, The History of Ideas on Volcanic Eruptions, p. 73)&lt;br /&gt;Inside this earth, this very moment, there are millions of lost, tormented souls — burning, weeping, wailing — without any hope whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mark 9:46, Jesus Christ says about hell: "Where THEIR WORM dieth not, and the fire is not quenched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said explicitly — THEIR worm — not a worm, or the worm — but THEIR worm. The Bible teaches that Christians will one day have a body like the Lord Jesus Christ. Could it be, as some Bible students teach — that men and women in hell take on the form of their father, Satan (John 8:44)? In Revelation 12:3, Satan is described as a red dragon. Could Jesus Christ be referring to the body lost men and women will have for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth’s crust on land is normally 50 miles thick. You’d have to go down 50 miles before the edge of the fire. But in parts of the ocean floor, the earth’s crust is less than a mile thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists recently discovered cracks on the ocean floor where fire was leaking out. Do you know what they found around these fire-breathing vents in the crust? Eight-foot long worms, found no other place in the world! The book, The Deep Sea, by Joseph Wallace (p.39), reads, "Perhaps the strangest of ocean creatures recently discovered are Riftia, the giant tube WORMS. Measuring up to 8 feet in length, the worms are ONLY FOUND NEAR DEEP SEA VENTS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus Christ said, "Where THEIR WORM dieth not, and the fire is not quenched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read Isaiah 66 where the Lord Jesus Christ is quoting Mark 9:46?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the context and time period of Isaiah 66:22-24:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 66:22-24:&lt;br /&gt;22 For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, shall remain before me, saith the LORD, so shall your seed and your name remain.&lt;br /&gt;23 And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;24 And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "new heavens and new earth" of Isaiah 66:22 matches Revelation 21:1. This occurs AFTER the Great White Throne Judgement of Revelation 20:10-15! The references to "carcases"; "their worm"; "their fire" (vs 24) — is AFTER the Great White Throne Judgement of the LOST people! The reference to ". . the men that have transgressed. . ." are the LOST people AFTER the Great White Throne Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;And at this point — they have received their NEW BODY! Notice what Isaiah says, the saved people shall "LOOK upon the CARCASES of the men that have transgressed. . ." It's worth mentioning that a "carcase" is not always a "DEAD body". For instance, two times the Bible specifically uses the term "dead carcase" (Deut. 14:8 and Ezek 6:5). If a carcase is ALWAYS a "dead" body, then why say "dead" carcase? And there's NOTHING in the context of Isaiah to imply these "men that transgressed" are "dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Isaiah clearly says, "their worm shall NOT DIE". Even in our language, we refer to a living body as a "carcase". For example, "Get your carcase [body] in here". Why is that important? Because when the saved people in Isaiah 66:24 are "looking upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed" — And do you know what they are SEEING? "Their worm"! The "carcase" they are seeing is "their WORM that shall not die". The end of Isaiah 66:24 is a frightening endorsement of this interpretation. What the saved people are viewing Isaiah says is , ". . . an abhorring unto all flesh". And my friend, that is not JUST a normal flesh body they are looking at! It is something that will send chills screaming through your soul at the horror. And it will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will happen TO YOU if you die without the Lord Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world tries to extinguish the cries and reality of hell — the truth of hell echoes throughout our world. We desperately pretend to cover our ears and igonore the "screams, the weeping, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth" but it is there. . . And we know it. We refuse to accept such a place exist. But it is there. And we know it. Nothing we can do, nothing we can say, can erase the horror of hell from our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is there. And we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Geographic magazine truthfully titled their story on Volcanoes "Going To Hell". When PBS did a series on The Savage Earth, one episode was titled "Hell's Crust: Our Everchanging Planet". Everything we know. Everything we observe. Echoes the truth of a place called hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is there. And we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 14:10 says, " . . . and he shall be tormented with fire and BRIMSTONE . . ." And Job 18 describes the " . . . PLACE of him that knoweth not God" (vs 21), in verse 15 as, " . . . BRIMSTONE shall be scattered upon his habitation." Do you know what brimstone is? It's sulfur. And do you know where sulfur or brimstone is found? INSIDE THIS EARTH! According to the book Volcanoes by Pierre Kohler (p. 43), when Mt. St Helens erupted in 1980 — 150,000 tons of sulfurous gas was ejected! Job is the oldest book in the Bible, written over 3,000 years ago, and yet Job knew what science wouldn't know for years — inside this earth is BRIMSTONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature magazine recently discovered (July 2002) what the Bible knew over 3,000 years ago. Inside this earth is "fire and brimstone":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Volcanoes may be more like hell than anyone realized. Eruptions disgorge streams of molten sulphur, the brimstone of evangelical preachers, which burns up before it can be preserved for posterity, new research in the journal Geology shows".&lt;br /&gt;(Nature, Science Update, July 22, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;Click here to view an incredible National Geographic Macromedia Flash clip on Volcanoes with the intro "FIRE. . . BRIMSTONE. . . HELL ON EARTH. . VOLCANOES" Note: You will need the ability to play MacroMedia Flash to view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of Discover magazine, August 2002, asks the question — "What's Really at the Center of the Earth?".&lt;br /&gt;I know what's REALLY in "the center of this earth". Jesus Christ told us. Over and over. There is a lake of fire — with millions of people burning, weeping, screaming, wailing, gnashing of teeth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THE FOLLOWING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . they dig into hell . . ." Amos 9:2&lt;br /&gt;The following article appeared in the well respected Finland newspaper, Ammenusastia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"As a communist I don’t believe in heaven or the Bible but as a scientist I now believe in hell," said Dr. Azzacove. "Needless to say we were shocked to make such a discovery. But we know what we saw and we know what we heard. And we are absolutely convinced that we drilled through the gates of hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Azzacove continued, ". . .the drill suddenly began to rotate wildly, indicating that we had reached a large empty pocket or cavern. Temperature sensors showed a dramatic increase in heat to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We lowered a microphone, designed to detect the sounds of plate movements down the shaft. But instead of plate movements we heard a human voice screaming in pain! At first we thought the sound was coming from our own equipment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when we made adjustments our worst suspicions were confirmed. The screams weren’t those of a single human, they were the screams of millions of humans!"&lt;br /&gt;Listen to a RealAudio recording claiming to be an actual recording of the above article. Are these the actual sounds of hell? Listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: You will need the free RealAudio player to listen. If you do not have the RealAudio player you can download it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS A PLACE OF TORMENT&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says of the man in Luke 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 "And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in TORMENTS. . . "&lt;br /&gt;24 ". . . for I am TORMENTED in this FLAME."&lt;br /&gt;28 ". . .PLACE OF TORMENT."&lt;br /&gt;It is humanly impossible to comprehend the Bible description of hell. Nothing on earth can compare with it. No nightmare could produce a terror to match that of hell. No horror movie could describe it’s fright. No crime scene with all it’s blood and gore could begin to match it’s horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be beyond anything humanly imaginable!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible warns in Psalm 9:17, you will not only be in hell — you will BE TURNED INTO HELL! You will literally BE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 9:17&lt;br /&gt;YOU will see HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;YOU will smell HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;YOU will breathe HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;YOU will hear HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;YOU will feel HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL BE HELL. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible describes it as weeping (Matt 8:12), wailing (Matt 13:42), gnashing of teeth (Matt 13:50), darkness (Matt 25:30), flames (Luke 16:24), burning (Isa 33:14), torments (Luke 16:23), everlasting punishment! Jesus Christ says in Matthew 25:41, "Depart from me, ye cursed, into EVERLASTING FIRE, prepared for the devil and his angels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 13:42, Jesus says: "And shall cast them into a FURNACE OF FIRE: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All who enter hell — abandon all hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror of hell — for even one second is unbearable — but FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says in Matthew 25:41: ". . . Depart from me, ye cursed, into EVERLASTING fire, . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. 14:11: "The smoke of their TORMENT ascendeth up for EVER AND EVER: and they have NO REST DAY NOR NIGHT."&lt;br /&gt;Just look how the Bible warns of the eternity and permance of hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everlasting fire — Matthew18:8, 25:41&lt;br /&gt;everlasting punishment — Matthew 25:46&lt;br /&gt;everlasting chains — Jude 1:6&lt;br /&gt;eternal damnation — Mark 3:29&lt;br /&gt;eternal judgment — Hebrews 6:2&lt;br /&gt;eternal fire — Jude 1:7&lt;br /&gt;unquenchable fire — Matthew 3:12&lt;br /&gt;the fire that never shall be quenched — Mark 9:43, 44, 45, 46, 48&lt;br /&gt;fire unquenchable — Luke 3:17&lt;br /&gt;mist of darkness is reserved for ever — 2 Peter 2:17&lt;br /&gt;the blackness of darkness for ever — Jude 1:13&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I have searched my Bible, from cover to cover. . . I have studied every occurrence of hell in my Bible — and I can not find one verse, not one word of HOPE for someone in hell! NOT ONE WORD! The rich man in hell in Luke 16 never even asks to get out — He knew there was no way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FRIEND – HELL IS FOREVER AND EVER!&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly be worth eternity in hell? No wonder Jesus Christ warned so much about hell! No wonder Jesus said in Mark 8:36, "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and LOSE HIS OWN SOUL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ took hell very serious. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ says in Mark 9:43-47,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter into life maimed, than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:&lt;br /&gt;45 And if thy foot offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter halt into life, than having two feet to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:&lt;br /&gt;47 And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ took hell so serious — He could say without the slightest hesitation — to remove your eye, cut off your hand or foot, if that would keep you out of hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hell is not real — Jesus Christ was the most deceived man that ever lived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll challenge anyone to read the words of Jesus Christ and tell me they are the words of a deceived man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ knew exactly what He was talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Jesus describe hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ spoke more on hell than any other subject.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how Jesus described hell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT JESUS CHRIST SAYS ABOUT HELL!&lt;br /&gt;"fire" Matt 7:19, 13:40, 25:41&lt;br /&gt;"everlasting fire" Matt 18:8, 25:41&lt;br /&gt;"eternal damnation" Mark 3:29&lt;br /&gt;"hell fire" Matt 5:22, 18:9, Mark 9:47&lt;br /&gt;"damnation" Matt 23:14, Mark 12:40, Luke 20:47&lt;br /&gt;"damnation of hell" Matt 23:33&lt;br /&gt;"resurrection of damnation" John 5:29&lt;br /&gt;"furnace of fire" Matt 13:42, 50&lt;br /&gt;"the fire that never shall be quenched" Mark 9:43, 45&lt;br /&gt;"the fire is not quenched" Mark 9:44, 46, 48&lt;br /&gt;"Where their worm dieth not" Mark 9:44, 46, 48&lt;br /&gt;"wailing and gnashing of teeth" Matt 13:42, 50&lt;br /&gt;"weeping and gnashing of teeth" Matt 8:12, 22:13, 25:30&lt;br /&gt;"torments" Luke 16:23&lt;br /&gt;"tormented in this flame" Luke 16:24&lt;br /&gt;"place of torment" Luke 16:28&lt;br /&gt;"outer darkness" Matt 8:12, 22:13&lt;br /&gt;"everlasting punishment" Matt 25:46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF JESUS IS RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 9:27 says, "And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this THE JUDGEMENT:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is appointed unto man once to die . . .&lt;br /&gt;and one day — YOU will die . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave your body — you realize something is happening. You hear a sound. . . getting louder and louder. . . screaming . . .weeping. . . wailing. Terror and fear beyond anything you could imagine overtakes you. "This can’t be happening!" you scream. Your nostrils are filling with the awful stench of burning souls. Your face ignites from the heat. Flames are now blazing from your eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth — every opening in your body, flames are roaring out. Your body is sizzling and crackling from the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is now madly thrashing and convulsing from the horrible pain. "Why don’t I die?", you scream. You begin weeping and gnashing your teeth with the millions. "When will this pain stop?" But you know it will never stop. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness is so terrifying, it begins engulfing you. You feel something moving in the darkness. . . something horrible is happening. "No! No! This can’t be happening" you scream — as your worm is emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin cursing the day you were born. You scream — "Oh God, why didn’t you warn me?"— but you remember the preacher pleading with you to receive Jesus Christ. You remember reading that gospel tract. You cry — "God don’t you care?" — but you remember John 3:16 "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,. . ." "God is a God of love — He won't allow this", you cry — but you remember John 3:36, ". . . he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you soon realize, that Jesus Christ was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place called hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU ARE THERE — FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is a God of LOVE. . . Why would a GOD OF LOVE send me to hell? Yes, God is a GOD OF LOVE — but God is also a HOLY GOD. A HOLY GOD demands payment for sin. Otherwise God would NOT and could NOT be HOLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is holy — sin MUST be condemned. Joshua 24:19 says, ". . he is an HOLY GOD;. . . he will NOT forgive your transgressions nor your sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FRIEND I HAVE GOOD NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does NOT want you in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell was not made for man. Matthew 25:41 says, hell was, ". . . prepared for the devil and his angels:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is a GOD OF LOVE, and He LOVED YOU so much, He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to this earth to die a cruel death on a cross to pay the price a HOLY GOD demands for your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:8 says, "But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not send someone to hell. You choose hell when you reject Jesus Christ. When you refuse God's love gift of eternal life in Jesus Christ. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHOOSE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire Ted Turner, said in an interview, "I’m looking forward to dying and being cast into Hell. That's where I belong." You say — he’s a fool! But friend, when you say "No"; to Jesus Christ and His payment for your sin — you are saying the same thing! You’re telling God — I don’t need Jesus Christ — I’ll pay for my sins in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reject God’s gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY YOU WILL BE IN HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rawlings has watched as thousands of people depart into eternity. Most people think they'll somehow "sneak" into heaven, but Dr. Rawlings claims most people descend into the flames of hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ gave a solemn warning in Matthew 7:21-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven. . . MANY will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was for a few days, a few months, a few years or even a million years, but to be tormented — FOREVER! You will despair of ever having any deliverance! You will beg for death itself to come and take you away! You will curse the day you were born! Revelation 14:11 says, "The smoke of their TORMENT ascendeth up for EVER AND EVER: and they have NO REST DAY NOR NIGHT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly be worth eternity in hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Jesus Christ said in Mark 8:36:&lt;br /&gt;"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"Mark 8:36:&lt;br /&gt;God has something far better than words can describe for those who love Him. I Corinthians 2:9 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him."I Corinthians 2:9&lt;br /&gt;Friend, there is a place called hell! And, if you continually refuse God's gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ — just as sure as you live and breathe — ONE DAY YOU WILL WAKE UP IN HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until you die to find out the truth about Hell! Tomorrow may be too late! Proverbs 27:1 says, "Boast not thyself of tomorrow: for thou KNOWEST NOT what a day may bring forth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people die every second, 180 every minute, since you started reading this — 2000 more people have gone into eternity! An automobile accident. . . A heart attack. . , A stroke. . .One thing is CERTAIN — you will DIE — today. . . tomorrow . . . a week. . . a month . . . a year. . . 5 years. . . 10 years. . . 20 years. . . 50 years — ONE THING IS CERTAIN —" . . .it is appointed unto man once TO DIE . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BE CAUGHT DEAD WITHOUT JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have made some terrible mistakes in your life. There may be some things in your life you would give anything to be able to change. But friend, I assure you — if you die without Jesus Christ — it'll be the worst mistake you could possibly make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever come a time and a place in your life, when you received Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, you are on the way to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone convince you that when you die it will be all over! The Bible says in Hebrews 9:27:&lt;br /&gt;"And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this THE JUDGMENT." Hebrews 9:27&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 20:15 says:&lt;br /&gt;"And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the LAKE OF FIRE." Revelation 20:15&lt;br /&gt;If you've never received Jesus Christ as your Savior, bow your head this minute and ask the Lord Jesus Christ to save you.Don't put it off another second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING'S WORTH TAKING THE CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple to be saved ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize you are a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one:" Romans 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... for there is no difference. For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;" Romans 3:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize you CAN NOT save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; ..." Isaiah 64:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, ..." Titus 3:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that Jesus Christ died on the cross to pay for your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, ..." 1 Peter 2:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood," Revelation 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply by faith receive Jesus Christ as your personal Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:" John 1:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...Sirs, what must I do to be saved? And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."" Acts 16:30,31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE SAVED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray this prayer, and mean it with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner, and unless you save me I am lost forever. I thank you for dying for me at Calvary. I come to you now, Lord the best way I know how, and ask you to save me. I now receive you as my Savior. In Jesus Christ Name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation;"&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230573-109469574147780266?l=carmelatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/feeds/109469574147780266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230573&amp;postID=109469574147780266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109469574147780266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230573/posts/default/109469574147780266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelatan.blogspot.com/2004/09/truth-about-hell.html' title='The truth about  hell '/><author><name>Carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652714713377761262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
