<?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-3634745607520391854</id><updated>2012-01-08T00:23:14.010+08:00</updated><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Bohol'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>this is my  blog spot</title><subtitle type='html'>...my virtual diary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3248337399332489635</id><published>2010-05-22T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:11:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know him by heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIIy_K5Fsus&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIIy_K5Fsus&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3248337399332489635?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3248337399332489635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3248337399332489635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3248337399332489635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3248337399332489635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-him-by-heart.html' title='i know him by heart..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2403979105294387522</id><published>2010-04-28T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:36:26.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullock files for a devorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; NEW YORK - &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/celebs/sandra-bullock/156"&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  has filed for divorce from her husband, &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/celebs/jesse-james/1906"&gt;Jesse James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  and is adopting a baby boy as a &lt;span&gt;single parent&lt;/span&gt;, a story  posted Wednesday on People magazine's website said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Yes, I have filed for divorce," the 45-year-old Oscar-winning  actress said in an interview. "I'm sad and I am scared."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bullock and James, 41, began the adoption process four years ago, the  report said, and brought 3 1/2-month-old Louis Bardo Bullock home in  January but decided to keep the news to themselves until after the &lt;span&gt;Oscars&lt;/span&gt;.  The baby was born in New Orleans, the story said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;James and Bullock separated in March after five years of marriage,  following reports that James had been unfaithful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/news/website-bullock-is-divorcing-james-adopting-baby/39928?nc"&gt;more..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2403979105294387522?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2403979105294387522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2403979105294387522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2403979105294387522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2403979105294387522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2010/04/bullock-files-devorce.html' title='Bullock files for a devorce'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6356388725081614556</id><published>2010-02-14T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:26:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single at 33..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;At times I felt dumbfounded when some people when would look at me with such disbelief that I have remained single at age of 33.  Some say it's a choice, some say i just have to wait for the right time while i say, i chose to search but nothing prospered until i get tired...i stopped searching. in my mind, "i've done my part..now i guess it's  time to just let things happen if i am really meant to marry".at once i thought i wasn't just lucky in love...i guess there are just people like me who aren't just lucky to have found the one. but then on the later part i came to realize that having a partner is not really the 'be- all or the end-all " of this thing called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now find the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, gather my courage to change just the things that i can as human and continue to pray for God's wisdom so I can see the difference..as what a famous  prayer goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now happy as i trudge onward to the road less traveled. and whether i'll find the one in the near future or not at all- - the good thing about it is knowing i always have God with me to guide me to a life that is temporal and to a life that is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6356388725081614556?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6356388725081614556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6356388725081614556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6356388725081614556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6356388725081614556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-at-33.html' title='single at 33..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6415833909054333953</id><published>2010-01-23T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:07:06.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody..</title><content type='html'>sometimes i grow tired,&lt;br /&gt;but at times i am laxed...&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i wanna feel like just laughing at things,&lt;br /&gt;though there are times when it feels pathetic thinking 'bout them.&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i feel like quitting,&lt;br /&gt;though there are still moments when i wanna go on and keep believing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess life's just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i write crappy things like this..&lt;br /&gt;though hoping it'll simply ease what i'm feelin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6415833909054333953?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6415833909054333953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6415833909054333953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6415833909054333953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6415833909054333953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2010/01/moody.html' title='moody..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3845339762620234220</id><published>2010-01-10T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:35:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got mail!</title><content type='html'>What makes life extraodinary is when we realize that out of our busy schedules, still people from afar, who are closed to us, are able to remember. It also brings significance to our daily lives as we deal and exchange mails with people from some distant places like business transactions , family affairs or even long distance relationships. I remember then how I got the feeling of being so excited upon finding my &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="mailcontent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-best_selling0-p-1-mf-8.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mailboxes &lt;/span&gt; already filled with mails just last holiday seasons. This already made my entire day complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I feel like it's been months and I haven't got mails from people I expected to receive, I couldn't help but sigh. By the way, I thought it might also be better to avail new mail boxes and at the same time have it customized. I want something new this time. I thought of one that is rust free, even more durable or some sort of an aluminum type that's at least lasting. I tried to search online and found mailboxes that fit my want, they are  &lt;span class="mailcontent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-best_selling0-p-1-mf-8.html"&gt;Whitehall Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;. I also thought of having my old version of &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-best_selling0-p-1-mf-8.html"&gt;&lt;span class="mailcontent"&gt;whitehall mailbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; customized. While I enjoy the search online, I wish also to consider some &lt;span class="mailcontent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-best_selling0-p-1-mf-8.html"&gt;Custom Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; from the same products. Just another way of updating our old mailboxes if ever they need already a replacement. But then this time, they are even more durable, more customized, more lasting, and with quality. However, if I want my mailboxes to be &lt;span class="mailcontent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-best_selling0-p-1-mf-8.html"&gt;Personalized Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt; then for sure I now know where to avail them online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Availing products online excites me this time. I don't need to go and sweat along downtown area to look for a new one. Just one click away from my pc and I'll get to avail my new mail boxes. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3845339762620234220?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3845339762620234220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3845339762620234220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3845339762620234220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3845339762620234220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got mail!'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6486803466664100820</id><published>2009-12-25T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:19:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Blessed is the season that engages the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole world in a conspiracy of LOVE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas to everyone!&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/3634745607520391854-6486803466664100820?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6486803466664100820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6486803466664100820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6486803466664100820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6486803466664100820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3167816340157156878</id><published>2009-12-21T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:16:55.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on knowing..</title><content type='html'>on teaching as a profession...here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years had passed when I first heard a good friend affirming on the old cliche about "teaching as the noblest of all professions". I honestly did not grasp the thought that goes with it at that time. I have always believed that no profession is far greater than the other. All works require the hearts of us all. All being noble. As I hold true to what I believe, I thought I have fully understood what it means to be giving your heart in what you do. As I venture now into this new discovery about teaching as a profession, I then slowly realize that what my friend said ten years ago may have been explaining it all at present. It took me years to realize that there is more to being in the teaching career. IN teaching, one does not deal with paper works or gadgets...one deals with humans. All come from different cultures, values and attitudes. And this is happening everyday as part of a teacher's lifestyle. The greatest challenge lies on the truth that a teacher does not only hone the minds of these individuals. Teachers don't simply teach and facilitate learning--- they affect lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the big question here, is that "how far can a teacher go?" Not all in the profession are actually happy with what they do. Some stay in the teaching career because they're already there and they're simply afraid to lose their job or income. This truth however, does not happen only to those in the teaching profession but even to all forms of professions. Sometimes, when things don't seem to fall in places at the height of our responsibility as a worker, a daughter or a son, a brother or a sister, a wife or a husband, a mother or a father and even as a friend or companion, we also come to ask ourselves "how far can I still go?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years already, since I last read Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life. Last night, as I scanned pages of it, I am once again reminded the essentials of things---and that all being performed for God through others and not for self-satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3167816340157156878?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3167816340157156878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3167816340157156878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3167816340157156878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3167816340157156878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-knowing.html' title='on knowing..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-616447971505926523</id><published>2009-12-18T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:13:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream car</title><content type='html'>I remember my friend telling me once that dreaming is for free and so why limit yourself from it? But of course, you don't dream for something without working for it. One must begin with the goal in order to get what he or she really wants in life. And that goal takes a lot of the positive values that one must possess like hardwork and perseverance. You don't just wait for a wishing star to fall down from above, one starry night. We have to work in order to reach our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeIl, I have always imagined myself driving my own car. And I am always overwhelmed when I start to think of how my dream car appears to be. At times I find myself searching online while I have no ample time to look for one along downtown area. There have been many brands of cars cropping up lately. Cars that vary in styles and colors. All coming from quality products and with such touch of elegance. While I thought of some in my mind as I've seen them in magazines once, this time the search for the latest model online makes it easy. I think &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/modelintro/lexus_lexus-rx450h_2010"&gt; lexus rx 450h&lt;/a&gt; is very enticing. I love the color and its packaging. I also thought of a &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/modelintro/gmc_acadia_2010"&gt;gmc acadia&lt;/a&gt; being the latest model and of &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/modelintro/acura_mdx_2010"&gt;acura mdx&lt;/a&gt; as my other option for a great car. Whew! I am actually having a hard time to choose. These might have been great collection of cars. The search for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/autos"&gt;wiki cars&lt;/a&gt; might also great! If I only get the chances to avail any of these someday. Oh! How I really wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my goal, I know there is no such thing as too late. And one day, who knows that I  too may be one of those who have the greatest collection of cars out there!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-616447971505926523?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/616447971505926523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=616447971505926523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/616447971505926523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/616447971505926523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream-car.html' title='my dream car'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3116792063304481974</id><published>2009-12-11T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:44:31.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach me..</title><content type='html'>Lord, I canot find the right words to begin with. I thank you so much for the blessings that come my way. I thank you for being always there even when at times I already felt like quitting. I want to be the person who stays strong because I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small when I see the eyes of some people within my workplace looking at me with less regard..far from where they're at because I am just a beginner who still needs the experience to be even more efficient in my field. Help me to be humble and patient Lord when there are times I feel like an outcast..and that I don't belong there. Teach me Lord..in ways I should go so that inspite of the trials and challenges of time and circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..I keep going.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&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/3634745607520391854-3116792063304481974?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3116792063304481974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3116792063304481974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3116792063304481974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3116792063304481974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/12/teach-me.html' title='teach me..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-4714301353064916653</id><published>2009-12-11T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:03:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free foreclosures</title><content type='html'>IN search of foreclosure listings? 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You will have more time to decide and if however you already needed to avail one, then the foreclosure listings for you to choose from have already been laid down on you through the largest lists of foreclosures in the internet that is for free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4714301353064916653?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4714301353064916653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4714301353064916653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4714301353064916653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4714301353064916653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-foreclosures.html' title='Free foreclosures'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6271867647860580652</id><published>2009-11-30T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:15:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we still remember our heroes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Bonifacio Day.&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/3634745607520391854-6271867647860580652?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6271867647860580652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6271867647860580652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6271867647860580652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6271867647860580652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-we-still-remember-our-heroes.html' title='do we still remember our heroes?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6185224122336642600</id><published>2009-11-29T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:06:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must have been..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i must have been to church today.&lt;br /&gt;instead, found myself nagging at my&lt;br /&gt;nephews because of the behaviour&lt;br /&gt;they're showing that i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;i grew impatient ..and&lt;br /&gt;i lose control of my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk!tsk! too bad..&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i must have been to church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6185224122336642600?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6185224122336642600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6185224122336642600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6185224122336642600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6185224122336642600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/11/must-have-been.html' title='must have been..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-204196400856819342</id><published>2009-11-20T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:00:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear God..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my personal wants may not be what YOU plan for me...&lt;br /&gt;and i thank YOU for your leading me into the direction that&lt;br /&gt;i may be able to realize things with open heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;teach me to be PATIENT when sometimes there are things&lt;br /&gt;that hurt me... so that i may be able to discern&lt;br /&gt;all that YOU want me to be. Amen.&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/3634745607520391854-204196400856819342?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/204196400856819342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=204196400856819342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/204196400856819342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/204196400856819342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-god.html' title='dear God..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3075274977283858572</id><published>2009-11-20T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:45:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheaper lockers online</title><content type='html'>Keep your properties in their safest! 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Do try to visit tutorvista.com for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8554261050928389177?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8554261050928389177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8554261050928389177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8554261050928389177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8554261050928389177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-homework-help.html' title='online homework help'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8081252808321189420</id><published>2009-11-15T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:18:08.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A golden collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This time I won't adhere on what some people say that "not all that glitters are gold&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"(hehe!)for this is really a matter of &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com"&gt;gold&lt;/a&gt;! 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Shop or call goldcoinsgain.com and experience this one of a kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8081252808321189420?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8081252808321189420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8081252808321189420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8081252808321189420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8081252808321189420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/11/golden-collection.html' title='A golden collection'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-1088836045051659566</id><published>2009-10-01T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:22:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It pierced my heart to see and hear the stories of our fellow Filipinos who were victims of typhoon Ondoy. I wish to express my sympathy along with this song and prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray you'll be our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And watch us where we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And help us to be wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In times when we don�t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As we go our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lead us to a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guide us with your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To a place where we�ll be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; La luce che to dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I pray we�ll find your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nel cuore restero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And hold it in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A ricordarchi che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When stars go out each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; L�eterna stella sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nella mia preghiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quanta fede c�e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When shadows fill our day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lead us to a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guide us with your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us faith so we�ll be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sognamo un mondo senza piu violenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Simbolo di pace e di fraternita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; La forza che ci dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We ask that life be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E�il desiderio che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And watch us from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ognuno trovi amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We hope each soul will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Intorno e dentro a se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Another soul to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let this be our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just like every child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just like every child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Needs to find a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guide us with your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us faith so we�ll be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E la fede che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hai acceso in noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sento che ci salvera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;ad_text = 'The Prayer&lt;/script&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/3634745607520391854-1088836045051659566?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1088836045051659566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1088836045051659566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1088836045051659566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1088836045051659566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='the prayer'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6320549261915385843</id><published>2009-09-03T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:06:54.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the climb..</title><content type='html'>there's this line from a song that inspires me each time i falter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the climb"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ang OA ko ano?hehe!sensya na -tao- lang!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6320549261915385843?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6320549261915385843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6320549261915385843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6320549261915385843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6320549261915385843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='it&apos;s the climb..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3670965187269947118</id><published>2009-08-18T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:05:16.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first love never dies?</title><content type='html'>it's been three years since we last heard from each other.three years since we left off where we started. three years of silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that year on, i have remained single. not that i have not moved on. not that it brought me traumas. it's just that no one has come my way to help me forget what it was to be in pain from falling out of love and help me keep believing that love is still coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now OK. God knows I am very much OK. but why is it that as soon as I see his being visible again, I feel my heart throbbing with such friction? i know it's not the feeling i used to feel from him but it's the thought of knowing how it's like to hear from each other again from a broken relationship that had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no closure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i have not found yet the one for me, i know he still has a place in my heart...BUT  ours has long been gone and over. he must have been happily married now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...this is not first love that never dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3670965187269947118?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3670965187269947118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3670965187269947118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3670965187269947118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3670965187269947118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-love-never-dies.html' title='first love never dies?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1673107051152775332</id><published>2009-07-29T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:22:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pandemic H1N1's ill-effect</title><content type='html'>It's been almost two weeks since classes are suspended in our school since the H1N1 virus hit our school where there are now seven confirmed cases positive to have gotten the virus. It does not only affect the health of both the educators and the learners but their learning itself. I can only continue hoping that this would be over soon and everything will go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help us God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1673107051152775332?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1673107051152775332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1673107051152775332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1673107051152775332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1673107051152775332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/07/pandemic-h1n1s-ill-effect.html' title='pandemic H1N1&apos;s ill-effect'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-895305521617177554</id><published>2009-07-17T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:21:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am at a point of no return&lt;/span&gt;...as a song goes. This is the moment when I have to even more gather all my strength to do the tasks and responsibilities at hand. A time to rekindle things, grow even more as a matured individual and to be positive. I am a person too full of inhibitions in terms of dealing with decision-making. But this time,  I have to screw my courage to a sticking place, as what Shakespeare said. So help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-895305521617177554?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/895305521617177554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=895305521617177554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/895305521617177554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/895305521617177554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/07/fear-not.html' title='Fear not...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1295431216937415350</id><published>2009-07-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:11:03.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good but difficult..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever                                  is good to know is difficult to learn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;                                 &lt;b&gt;---Greek Proverb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1295431216937415350?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1295431216937415350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1295431216937415350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1295431216937415350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1295431216937415350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-but-difficult.html' title='good but difficult..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-3843311609066783405</id><published>2009-06-20T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:17:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where learners and educators fail...</title><content type='html'>i am disappointed to hear about the anomalies going on in some public schools narrated to me by a co-teacher, where even the public school teachers have to manipulate the grades of the students especially those who failed in their subjects and have them passed. and that instead of thinking remedies for the students' very low academic performances, they opted to let things get by and plainly pass the students and proceed to the next year level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can we achieve quality education for the learners if even educators themselves do not practice the right attitude at work?&lt;/em&gt; look at how many graduates do we have now but still they're very poor in the English grammar? and that even the use of the very basic &lt;em&gt;subject-verb agreement &lt;/em&gt;cannot be followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand that we are not an English speaking country, but looking at things in real perspective, even a job application requires every applicants to speak in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting things pass by in the part of our educators makes our educational system even slopes down. i hope our &lt;em&gt;DepEd&lt;/em&gt; will work on this dilemma. after all, we're teaching our learners the value of honesty, we too as educators must start that within ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3843311609066783405?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3843311609066783405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3843311609066783405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3843311609066783405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3843311609066783405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-learners-and-educators-fail.html' title='where learners and educators fail...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3309336589022430124</id><published>2009-06-13T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:18:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought over success</title><content type='html'>sometimes i would ask myself '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do i really define success?'&lt;/span&gt; ...is it through seeing things where one almost has all the wealth and position? is it having a good-paying job? or having a family one can call his/her own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have different outlook on success. if it's not success in money, it may be success in relationship. BUT out of it all, we will still meet halfway with how we see success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how do we really define success in a sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3309336589022430124?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3309336589022430124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3309336589022430124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3309336589022430124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3309336589022430124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-we-define-success.html' title='thought over success'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-5447059388041999611</id><published>2009-06-02T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:52:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work or pleasure?</title><content type='html'>i feel like at times its hard to mix work with pleasure. some things have to be taken seriously. however, i don't wanna lose that wonder and always want to feel like a child still wanting to enjoy each moment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help!baka wala na talaga akong time for lovelife nito!wag naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work or pleasure?or both?i think i need both.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyyssssttt!busy dayss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5447059388041999611?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5447059388041999611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5447059388041999611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5447059388041999611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5447059388041999611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-or-pleasure.html' title='work or pleasure?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2373059827002324643</id><published>2009-06-02T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:46:50.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On online shopping</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been dealing with a very hectic schedule that I no longer know where to set and prioritize things. I feel like I've been running after time that I seem to have lost the moment to make some things in slow yet in great pace. Even if we are now in a very advanced technology there are still times when I need to sit down for a while and figure out some task that I might have missed or left undone. For couple of days now, I've been thinking of my workload but still hoping not to forget some chores way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of searching some items online for my additional &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+Furnishings+and+Decor"&gt;home decors&lt;/a&gt;, stuff for my &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+and+Garden"&gt;gardening hobby &lt;/a&gt;during weekend, a good &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Furniture"&gt;furniture&lt;/a&gt; for my guest room, pillows for my &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/outdoor+entertaining"&gt;outdoor&lt;/a&gt; lounge area and some more for my &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Housewares+and+Home+Maintenance"&gt;home improvement&lt;/a&gt; to complete my shopping list. This way, I need not to deal with the traffic of driving along downtown area and the hassles of searching for great items. I found one easy way out of all this and Shopwiki.com is what I found. I feel like things I need are just a click away now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too may try on this one. Visit ShopWiki.com and you'll have wonderful privileges and advantages to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2373059827002324643?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2373059827002324643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2373059827002324643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2373059827002324643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2373059827002324643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-online-shopping.html' title='On online shopping'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-140316056413390402</id><published>2009-05-30T15:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:12:02.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on emo! (haha!)</title><content type='html'>late bloomer po ako. i was already 30 when i had my first boyfriend. my first but already serious one. (i had flings before we met but none went serious) anyway, it was a long distance relationship,  an on and off one. only to find out later that we may be in the same boat and yet we're no longer sailing into the same direction. well, every relationship is a two-way process. and so in that part, we both have our shortcomings. there's no reason of pointing finger. the sad thing was that. ours had no closure. his last gift to me was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he broke that silence only when i realized that i've had enough and it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will share more..SOON! take care everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-140316056413390402?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/140316056413390402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=140316056413390402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/140316056413390402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/140316056413390402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-on-ermo-haha.html' title='i&apos;m on emo! (haha!)'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3536710412535924290</id><published>2009-05-28T12:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:36:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;saka kona iisipin kung saan at ano ako bukas makalawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;for now, i just have to be thankful for this blessing and opportunity though along with this is a big responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;i know things don't always have to go in proportion. and that sometimes there is much more to not knowing where we're heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, i can only be content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3536710412535924290?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3536710412535924290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3536710412535924290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3536710412535924290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3536710412535924290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1221451420196667674</id><published>2009-05-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:08:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out here on my own..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i may not WIN but i can be STRONG..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thanks to this old song, i keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1221451420196667674?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1221451420196667674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1221451420196667674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1221451420196667674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1221451420196667674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-here-on-my-own.html' title='out here on my own..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4912977477791349971</id><published>2009-05-22T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:12:47.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beauty queen's stupid comment...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baka kailangan nya lang yun for personal use..&lt;/span&gt;".. eto yung naging komento ni Carlene Aguilar tungkol sa pinakakontrobersyal na 'sex video' ngayon ni Katrina at Hayden bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;depensa naman ni Carlene kay Hayden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I was like huuuwaaatttt???kailangan for personal use?anong personal use yun?unless Kho is a sex maniac?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakaloka naman etong si Carlene Aguilar! sana di nalang sya nag-comment ano?dahil nainis lang lang naman ako sa stupid comment nya! bilang isang dating crowned beauty queen, tama ba namang maging ganyan ang reaction nya?!hala!!^O^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4912977477791349971?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4912977477791349971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4912977477791349971&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4912977477791349971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4912977477791349971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-queens-stupid-comment.html' title='a beauty queen&apos;s stupid comment...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-8436771684505432427</id><published>2009-05-20T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:47:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pressure...</title><content type='html'>i will be having my demo presentation first thing in the morning tomorrow and until now, it seems to me that I still cannot figure out things and gather my thoughts altogether. wheeeww! Am i just pressured over the fact that my career might end or continue after this presentation?! OH God! ONly you can help me get through with this... i know i cannot possibly do things without YOUR wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please readers...include me in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na talaga, wala ng urongan ito!Ajahhh!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8436771684505432427?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8436771684505432427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8436771684505432427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8436771684505432427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8436771684505432427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/pressure.html' title='pressure...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6077737722414542348</id><published>2009-05-18T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:45:24.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>template renovation..</title><content type='html'>baka isipin nyo naliligaw kayo sa bagong blog..binago kolang po ang ayos. konting renovation lang at pag-i-improve. di ko naman sure kung talagang nag-improve nga ba.hehe! ala lang..medyo, nasa mood lang mag-ayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang totoo wala naman talaga sa ganda ng template yun eh, nasa laman blog. pero inaamin ko, minsan senseless talaga ibang post ko!pero mas mabuti na dito ako maglabas ng feelings bah, kesa naman i-utot kolang, baho nun di'ba?:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6077737722414542348?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6077737722414542348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6077737722414542348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6077737722414542348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6077737722414542348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/template-renovation.html' title='template renovation..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4549556894423623450</id><published>2009-05-16T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:32:15.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si Lord talaga!</title><content type='html'>lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been battling with not really the hardest but still a tough decision for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, some years had passed, my cousins invited me to join a certain religious league. it's not really a religion though the members literally pray thousand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hail Mary's&lt;/span&gt; every once in a while in a week and do the worshiping thing  for like three to four hours every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. it's a flock of believers that attest that GOD does really exist. i know religious org. is one thing that will deepen one's faith and i gave it a try. but being home already late after every session,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my spirit is willing but the body is weak. &lt;/span&gt;and i grew weary. i stopped. my cousins would still invite me once in a while but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had alibis. i never wanted to refuse a very good offer esp. if it's about giving favor to God. it's making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i told myself, "this is a big organization where the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;davao&lt;/span&gt; region represents..if i want to really serve you God, i will begin it in my own little community".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, God must have been listening that He took it seriously(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). never in my entire life did i ever wish to handle a big responsibility in a certain community. yes, i want to serve but i never aimed to lead.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i never knew what leadership is.&lt;/span&gt; even when i was a student, i was content to be just a member of any club or an spectator of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; show. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was awfully a complacent and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because of that one instance, people around started to keep pushing me to deal with it when i seemed then to have no choice but take a hold of it. but then as soon as i take charge of my own community, i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had more trying moments. and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wished that i could go back to my own comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt; to hardly able to bring people with us even for an hour moment with God in our little chapel, it's a failure to admit that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; served my own community. yes, i may have served but not to some extent.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had moments when i felt like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mahina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;duon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;susubukin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's summer here, my co-teachers have been asking me to handle another summer class program in the university. they'd been waiting for me to submit my forms for formal application. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUt i have not decided yet because my community also needs m&lt;/span&gt;e. they need someone to handle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;catechism&lt;/span&gt; for kids this summer and been hoping to have my approval. i serve in a community where most children are exposed to some parents with wrong vices. i know this is about time that i have to be even more responsible for them. and i'm torn between work and my service to God (literally).&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i need the job to sustain my 'needs' but of course i NEED God in all way&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya sabi ko uli, "si Lord talaga!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember this passage, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"man shall not live by bread alone but on every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only be content.&lt;br /&gt;i know God will still satisfy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4549556894423623450?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4549556894423623450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4549556894423623450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4549556894423623450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4549556894423623450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-lord-talaga.html' title='si Lord talaga!'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-7873205149326712</id><published>2009-05-13T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:29:33.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Twilight" script in  trash?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A woman finds "Twilight" sequel scripts in trash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ST. LOUIS - A St. Louis beauty salon owner accidentally happened upon one of the hottest Hollywood scripts — the pages from an upcoming "Twilight" sequel — in a trash bin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Casey Ray found two scripts, one for the vampire sequel "New Moon" and one for a different movie titled "Memoirs." She decided to return them to the studio making the films. In return, she was invited to attend the movies' premieres, her lawyer said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ray recently was waiting for her fiance to finish work when she spotted two scripts in a trash container. She was outside a hotel where actors were staying during a St. Louis shoot for the upcoming &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800019715"&gt;George Clooney&lt;/a&gt; movie, "Up in the Air."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/news/movies.ap.org/woman-finds-39twilight39-sequel-script-trash-ap"&gt;more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7873205149326712?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7873205149326712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7873205149326712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7873205149326712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7873205149326712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-script-in-trash.html' title='&quot;Twilight&quot; script in  trash?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-750012727666633366</id><published>2009-05-09T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:24:36.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SgUuE0NnP9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IBzIQKGoD7U/s1600-h/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SgUuE0NnP9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IBzIQKGoD7U/s400/DSC03425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333719993960316882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, at around past five in the afternoon, I was so engrossed with my sight-seeing from the veranda that I even captured this full moon as the night started to envelope the sky. As the day was closing, I realized one thing. And that is to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cherish and savor each moment like there's no tomorrow and you'll be happy and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-750012727666633366?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/750012727666633366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=750012727666633366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/750012727666633366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/750012727666633366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SgUuE0NnP9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IBzIQKGoD7U/s72-c/DSC03425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2772529505825883263</id><published>2009-05-03T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:40:35.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacman vs. Hitman</title><content type='html'>Pambihira naman ang laban na 'yon!Para lang sandaling nanaginip si Pacman tapos nang magising, si Hitman naman ang tulog!hehe! Bakit naman ganun ang laro?ambilis yata ng pangyayari!Eh lumipad pa mga lolo nating politiko sa bayan ng banyaga at nagwaldas ng libo-libong pamasahe para lang mapanuod ang larong 'to tapos ganun lang kabilis! Eh, kung sanay ipinamahahagi nalang sana ng mga lolong politiko natin yung pinamasahe nila sa mga naghihirap ngayon dito sa bansa natin, baka mas marami pang matutuwa..di kasi practical. Pakialamera din ako ano?haha!Pakialam ko ba naman sa pera nila kung paano nila lustayin?!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, eto namang si Hatton, sugod ng sugod lang, parang nasobraan sa excitement. Ayan tuloy, napuruhan sya, knock down pa! Kakatuwa talaga tayo ano?Ay ako lang pala!Nangingialam ng diskarte!hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Manny..balato naman dyan!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2772529505825883263?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2772529505825883263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2772529505825883263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2772529505825883263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2772529505825883263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/pacquiao-vs-hatton.html' title='Pacman vs. Hitman'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5855694781359449350</id><published>2009-05-01T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:18:21.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>ang tao kapag pinili mong di maintindihan at walang pagpapatawad sa puso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it would be a very sad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And so just show goodness and life will simply be good in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, at the end of this journey, it's not between you and them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT it's between YOU and GOD!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5855694781359449350?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5855694781359449350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5855694781359449350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5855694781359449350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5855694781359449350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/05/tao.html' title='karma'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-9140367384908587832</id><published>2009-04-27T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:07:57.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid in Full..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for the coming Mother's Day, I am sharing this wonderful article as a tribute to all moms in the w0rld...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his mama dried her hands on an apron, she read it and this is what it said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For cutting the grass:P5.00. For cleaning up my room this week:P1.00. For going to the store for you:0.50 cents. Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping:.25 cents. Taking out the garbage:P1.00. For getting a good report card:P5.00. For cleaning and sweeping the yard:P2.00. Total owed: P14.75.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;His mother looked at him standing there and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: no charge.For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No charge. For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No charge. For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead: no charge. For the toys, food , clothes, and even wiping your nose: No charge, son. When you add it up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the cost of my love is : No charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,"Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PAID IN FULL".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-9140367384908587832?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/9140367384908587832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=9140367384908587832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/9140367384908587832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/9140367384908587832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/paid-in-full.html' title='Paid in Full..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3277579189621247785</id><published>2009-04-23T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:09:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SfCBl6-pyqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rfl3f8__e90/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SfCBl6-pyqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rfl3f8__e90/s320/DSC03117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327900847666481826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How nice it is to see the flowers in mist after the rain!&lt;br /&gt;May we be like flowers, never fading and still blossoming&lt;br /&gt;even after life's trials and struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3277579189621247785?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3277579189621247785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3277579189621247785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3277579189621247785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3277579189621247785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/misty.html' title='misty'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SfCBl6-pyqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rfl3f8__e90/s72-c/DSC03117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2308187057754355396</id><published>2009-04-20T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:34:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how important is respect in friendship?</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine got mad at me because I wasn't able to grant her favor for a thing that I too have my own reason. The sad thing is she doesn't listen and understand my view. That's why even if I have already apologized, still she said hurting words against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESPECT is a very important factor in all forms of relationship even in friendship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if I am a friend, that doesn't mean that I no longer have the right to say "no."&lt;/span&gt; In the first place, I have my reason. The only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thing that hurts me is that she doesn't respect my decision &lt;/span&gt;and didn't even accept my apology. It happened na sya na nga ang humingi na favor, ako pa ang naging makasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be immature I know. However, I still wish that she'll wake up one day realizing that I never have any intention to ruin the friendship only for that matter. I was sincerely apologizing though I have my reason. When she could have understood instead. But she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;judged me right away and listen only to her own view without even respecting mine&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2308187057754355396?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2308187057754355396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2308187057754355396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2308187057754355396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2308187057754355396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-important-is-respect-in-friendship.html' title='how important is respect in friendship?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1632948594077672139</id><published>2009-04-13T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:30:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recapitulating the moment..</title><content type='html'>just  for the record about my holy week activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a church visit last Thursday otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bisita iglesia"&lt;/span&gt;. for the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; first time&lt;/span&gt; in my life.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.i did it&lt;/span&gt;!and as has been traditionally done during lenten season, we ought to visit seven churches but then instead of seven, i reached up to eight..wow!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di naman kaya ako lalampas sa langit nito!hehe!&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;..i got to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;revive &lt;/span&gt;my strong grip into my Christianity. i know&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it's not just about mere religion&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more importantly&lt;/span&gt;, it's about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my relationship with God&lt;/span&gt;. my first time to survive with just little solids and more water intake. thank God my ulcer didn't struck. whew!medyo nahilo ako in my last church visit but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God gave me enough strength to go on&lt;/span&gt;...nga pala belated Happy Easter sa lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God...I know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just couldn't thank Him enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1632948594077672139?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1632948594077672139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1632948594077672139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1632948594077672139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1632948594077672139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/recapitulating-moment.html' title='recapitulating the moment..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5080607436161664577</id><published>2009-04-08T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:07:41.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SdwgXY6xD_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AX2BWh_zIdg/s1600-h/DSC03271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SdwgXY6xD_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AX2BWh_zIdg/s320/DSC03271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322164445843099634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt;, you are so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; to Your children--You have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt; this beautiful world for us. You&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fill &lt;/span&gt;our nights with stars and our days with glorious sunlight... You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nourish&lt;/span&gt; us with your presence and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sustain&lt;/span&gt; us with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your love&lt;/span&gt;... You give us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; to make choices, and even when we make the wrong ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never give up&lt;/span&gt; on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reach down&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lift us&lt;/span&gt; up from where we are to where we want to be...For all these things &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we praise and thank You, Father&lt;/span&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/3634745607520391854-5080607436161664577?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5080607436161664577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4359079537112408085</id><published>2009-04-06T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:54:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May we truly reflect in this observance of the Holy Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4UoA0ZTyBM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4UoA0ZTyBM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you'll be our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And watch us where we go&lt;br /&gt;And help us to be wise&lt;br /&gt;In times when we don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;As we go our way&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your Grace&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luce che to dai&lt;br /&gt;I pray we'll find your light&lt;br /&gt;Nel cuore rester�&lt;br /&gt;And hold it in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;A ricordarchi che&lt;br /&gt;When stars go out each night&lt;br /&gt;L'eterna stella sei&lt;br /&gt;Nella mia preghiera&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Quanta fede c'�&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fill our day&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Sognamo un mondo senza pi� violenza&lt;br /&gt;Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino&lt;br /&gt;Simbolo di pace e di fraternit�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La forza che ci dai&lt;br /&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;br /&gt;E'il desiderio che&lt;br /&gt;And watch us from above&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno trovi amore&lt;br /&gt;We hope each soul will find&lt;br /&gt;Intorno e dentro a s�&lt;br /&gt;Another soul to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Just like every child&lt;br /&gt;Just like every child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to find a place,&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;E la fede che&lt;br /&gt;Hai acceso in noi&lt;br /&gt;Sento che ci salver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4359079537112408085?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4359079537112408085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3634745607520391854.post-4978364451389647329</id><published>2009-04-05T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:17:41.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"ahhh!!ang initttt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i promise myself i will no longer grumble against anything. but instead learn to appreciate every little detail of life and be patient with what's unconventional..but for now i couldn't help it..it's so humid. ang sarap maligo every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang kwentang post 'to!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...just hopping around. keep your cool buddies!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4978364451389647329?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4978364451389647329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4978364451389647329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4978364451389647329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4978364451389647329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop.html' title='hop..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-5983751073679857061</id><published>2009-04-01T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:51:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's summer sa Pinas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SdLkWc2zDYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nNGyIqYCx_g/s1600-h/S7300059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SdLkWc2zDYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nNGyIqYCx_g/s400/S7300059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319565184232263042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer Na!!&lt;br /&gt;Tara na sa beach!:D&lt;/span&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/3634745607520391854-5983751073679857061?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5983751073679857061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5983751073679857061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5983751073679857061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5983751073679857061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-summer-sa-pinas.html' title='it&apos;s summer sa Pinas!'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SdLkWc2zDYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nNGyIqYCx_g/s72-c/S7300059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4372171531485620786</id><published>2009-03-28T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:53:52.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch your light off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GbdAOeBaMl2KiM:http://www.alicesprings.nt.gov.au/var/news_site/storage/images/media/images/earth_hour_logo_large/83892-1-eng-AU/earth_hour_logo_large_larger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 123px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GbdAOeBaMl2KiM:http://www.alicesprings.nt.gov.au/var/news_site/storage/images/media/images/earth_hour_logo_large/83892-1-eng-AU/earth_hour_logo_large_larger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Today is Earth Hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let us all support earth hour by switching off our lights tonight at around 8:30-9:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4372171531485620786?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-7369494378182567794</id><published>2009-03-23T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:21:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude..</title><content type='html'>what more in this solitary moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt this so alone all my life. it's summer in the air, a season i know meant to be enjoyed yet what i only hear around me are the chirping of birds from out of my window and the little clanging of things within the house. finding myself sometimes staring blankly at the cloudless sky out in the terrace or watching at those little birds flying from one tree to another. maybe wishing that one of them could stop to notice that i exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my parents decided to move to another city much closer to our relatives, i feel like i have always been alone all along. i miss the noise of old folks even when they two go shouting at each other much often since my father has been having a hearing problem at age of mid60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there were times when i thought of leaving too but i have to wait for all the goals and dreams that i hope to pursue. and i remain hopeful and pray that out of this solitude , i will have enough composure to go all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7369494378182567794?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7369494378182567794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7369494378182567794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7369494378182567794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7369494378182567794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitude.html' title='solitude..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1679921023713432780</id><published>2009-03-21T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:13:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; i posted how i just love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kainis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nawala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; pattern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ngayon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kelan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sabado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; bad mood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hirap&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;akong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kalaban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kundi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sarili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; 'to Lord! para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;akong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nagme&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;menopausal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nito&lt;/span&gt;, eh ke bata-bata ko pa naman!naks! awat na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayssss!sa inis ko, di ko napigilan maluha. itulog ko nalang muna 'to. magiging OK na rin ako mamaya. i will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1679921023713432780?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1679921023713432780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1679921023713432780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1679921023713432780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1679921023713432780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-mood.html' title='bad mood'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-1003506062883549088</id><published>2009-03-19T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:47:58.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three stages of life</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Teens&lt;/span&gt;- you have all the time and energy but no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;workers&lt;/span&gt;- you have the money and energy but no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldies&lt;/span&gt;- you have all the time and money but no more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy!very true!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1003506062883549088?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6796280560001568348</id><published>2009-03-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:37:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you Sabado...</title><content type='html'>Favorite ko po talaga ang Sabado. Aside from the fact that it's an off from work and from class, I get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to slow down&lt;/span&gt; from my daily routine on the weekend. Mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nakikita ko&lt;/span&gt; as clear as crystal ball yung mga bagay na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;di ko napapansi&lt;/span&gt;n sa tuwing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nagmamadali&lt;/span&gt; ako on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moment with my self&lt;/span&gt;, in other words. My moment to stop and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hear the silence within me&lt;/span&gt;. Syempre love ko rin ang Sunday kasi kapag nagkakatalk kami ni Lord sa church, buo na ang entire week ko. Ang Sabado naman ay isang sandali when I get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to stop and notice the day&lt;/span&gt; from the time the sun begins to shine in the morning until it sets in the afternoon. Para bang, ang sarap namnamin ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bawat langhap&lt;/span&gt; ko ng hangin kahit mautot pa ako!(ayy!tsuripooh!ambantot kaya nun!?)..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy blogging!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Lord!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6796280560001568348?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6796280560001568348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6796280560001568348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6796280560001568348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6796280560001568348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-sabado.html' title='i love you Sabado...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5043747599768724843</id><published>2009-03-12T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:59:40.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adik..</title><content type='html'>napansin ko lang lately, nagiging adik na po ako. hindi sa bawal na gamot(na composed ni Willy Garte) pero sa mga pinaggagawa ko. isa na dito ang pagba-BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate about myself&lt;/span&gt;. i get to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;feel things in my nerves right away&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i lose control&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;magbabagong-buhay na ako&lt;/span&gt;. bukas pa at di muna ngayon(hehe!) ini-enjoy ko muna pagiging adik ko sa mga bagay-bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i promise, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i will be in control&lt;/span&gt;. at matutulog na ng maaga sa halip na namnamin ang insomnia sa harap ng computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5043747599768724843?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5043747599768724843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5043747599768724843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5043747599768724843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5043747599768724843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/adik.html' title='adik..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6441071611349981249</id><published>2009-03-09T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:57:21.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asking the difference..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te, unsay kalainan sa true love ug commitment?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is the difference bet. true love and commitment?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question that my cousin already in his teenage years asked straight on me. At ako po'y napanganga ng sandali. Somehow I was glad he asked my opinion but then how i wished I have answered his curiosity. In the back of my mind, that question is actually not really hard to fathom but then I wished I had given him the right explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, bobo po kasi ako sa mga relationships. So, naisip ko, how can i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; give something i don't actually have&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the ideas..the right opinion. I was not able to deal at least quite perfectly my past relationships. Napaisip tuloy ako kung &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may relevance&lt;/span&gt; ba ang tanong ni pinsan sa aking buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if those past relationships were&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; only true love but we refused to commit &lt;/span&gt;or just a commitment &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;however still &lt;/span&gt;we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; consider &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyysss buhayyss!haha!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6441071611349981249?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6441071611349981249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6441071611349981249&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6441071611349981249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6441071611349981249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/asking-difference.html' title='asking the difference..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-866460147220805583</id><published>2009-03-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:39:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are we already being punished?</title><content type='html'>with all these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;global crisis&lt;/span&gt; that we're going through right now, i wonder if this has brought us a great implication about life. if we look at things that are going on around us like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crimes, violence, corruption, abuse of authority and moral degeneration&lt;/span&gt;, all done by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip kolang. di kaya pinarusahan na tayo ni Lord sa dami na ng kasalanan ng tao sa mundo? na baka masyado na tayong&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; naging hangal sa lahat ng bagay sa lupa&lt;/span&gt; na wala na tayong panahon sa kanya. hindi naman sa pinangungunahan ko si Lord. pero sa nakikita ko, kahit akong tao di na ako natutuwa sa mga ginagawa ng tao sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never satisfied&lt;/span&gt; and we always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clamor for more&lt;/span&gt;. minsan nga di na natin naa-appreciate yung mga maliliit na bagay at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nakakalimutan na natin magpasalamat&lt;/span&gt; kung anong meron tayo. na mas importante ang pera, trabaho, luho, katanyagan. na sobra na and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it's time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we already being punished? well, just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-866460147220805583?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/866460147220805583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=866460147220805583&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/866460147220805583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/866460147220805583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-we-already-being-punished.html' title='are we already being punished?'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4266130530410462452</id><published>2009-03-02T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:01:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart needs rest..</title><content type='html'>naloka ako nung valentine's day, ang daming unidentified numbers ang pumasok sa inbox ko. yun pala, makikipagtextmate. alam ko isa lang suspek ko paano nila nakuha number ko. ang loka-loka kong friend na gusto akong ipamigay kung kani-kanino. 'pag nagkita kami nun babatokan ko yun!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, bakit ngayon kolang nashare eto eh ang tagal na lumipas ang feb14. kasi naman, may isang natitirang consistent texter na hanggang ngayon eh di ko man lang nareplayan. one time, nagulat ako, at talagang tumawag na sya. at first inenjoy kolang pakinggan tumunog ring tone ko. medyo matagal ko narin etong di narinig nag-ring.haha!hanggat naputol yung pag-ri-ring kasi di ko talaga sinagot ang call. after awhile, aba tumawag uli, ewan ko at bigla kong pinutol yung call. agad syang nagtxt at sinabing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ba't mo pinutol?&lt;/span&gt;." dyasking caller yun at nakonsensya tuloy ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung sina man sya, sensya na at di muna ako papasok sa mga bagay na 'yan kasi bata pa po ako!haha!feeling kolang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly came into a point in my life when i need to stop thinking of it to come my way. for all the things that i went through out of it, pahinga muna puso ko. naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4266130530410462452?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4266130530410462452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4266130530410462452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4266130530410462452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4266130530410462452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-needs-rest.html' title='my heart needs rest..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1430516876740738421</id><published>2009-02-28T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:54:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SajSkDxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_uL_zj6dTM/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SajSkDxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_uL_zj6dTM/s400/DSC02519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307723677787293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Each new season grows from the leftovers of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is the essence of change, and change is the essence of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nuon&lt;/span&gt; takot ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagbabago&lt;/span&gt;. I hate goodbyes to memories and people. But then later, as i grow to be even more mature, my views change. I've had few realizations that you can only embrace things with a smile if you're ready to accept change. I can say, that I've learned a lot from people. When I read &lt;a href="http://anemptycup.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbyes-and-changes.html"&gt;shawie's&lt;/a&gt; article about good-byes, I remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how bitter I was before&lt;/span&gt; to this thing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we can never charter the course of our life the way we want it&lt;/span&gt;. It hurts me so when there are a few of people closed to me before who have now transformed into a lot like "strangers". It feels odd. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kung gaano kami kalapit nuon, ganun din kami kalayo ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;Just when I thought, new technology will help us stay in touch, things happen the other way around. However, I tried to assess their case and learn to understand. That because I have no choice after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can say that somehow &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it pays to embrace change&lt;/span&gt;. Because I know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there is more to life&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na ako takot ngayon sa mga pagbabago sa paligid ko. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have learned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will continue to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1430516876740738421?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1430516876740738421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1430516876740738421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1430516876740738421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1430516876740738421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SajSkDxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_uL_zj6dTM/s72-c/DSC02519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3946430751848759736</id><published>2009-02-25T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:59:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the interview..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love this interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am sharing this video also in the observance of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="384"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/external.html" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" width="384" frameborder="0" height="351"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; 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site."&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymarketingacademy.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***source from theinterviewwithgod.com .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3946430751848759736?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3946430751848759736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3946430751848759736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3946430751848759736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3946430751848759736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview.html' title='the interview..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1960691526974245761</id><published>2009-02-24T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:47:15.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lakbay lang..</title><content type='html'>naranasan nyo na bang pumindot lang ng letra sa harap ng computer ngunit di alam kung saan tungo ng utak?ako uu...sa tanang buhay ko, ngayon lang. ngayon lang na blangko kukuti ko. dito mismo. eto mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di rin naman ito epekto ng init ng panahon na sinuong ko kanina. nagkakalyo nga lang paa ko. ang sakit. ang sakit ng mga paa ko. sa haba ng nilakad ko, naisip ko rin sana nag door-to-door delivery nalang ako ng kung anu-ano..tulad ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaldero, tupperware o di kaya'y dyaryo, bakal, garapa&lt;/span&gt;.:D eh di sana nagkapera pa ako ng lagay na 'yon!hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang di ako naka-heel. hayy buhayy nga naman...exciting parin!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon may bago na akong motto: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sige, lakbay lang!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aba!parang dept. of tourism!:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1960691526974245761?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1960691526974245761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1960691526974245761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1960691526974245761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1960691526974245761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/lakbay-lang.html' title='lakbay lang..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4430331953632788043</id><published>2009-02-20T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:24:38.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memo from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got this from my mail box and i only wish to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: YOU&lt;br /&gt;DATE: TODAY&lt;br /&gt;FROM: THE BOSS&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT: YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCE: LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. It will be addressed in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself stuck in traffic; don’t despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have a bad day at work: think of the man who has been out of work for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what its like to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance: think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn’t live long enough to get the opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4430331953632788043?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4430331953632788043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4430331953632788043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4430331953632788043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4430331953632788043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/memo-from-god.html' title='memo from God'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5229824536859066792</id><published>2009-02-19T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:09:58.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love  ya award for friendly bloggers</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://doispeaks.com/"&gt;doi&lt;/a&gt; for this award.  my first time here to receive an award from a fellow blogger. And since it's love month, it is very fitting to note that this award is our way of expressing our love and gratitude for good friends in blogosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://doispeaks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/love-ya-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 158px;" src="http://doispeaks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/love-ya-award.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who can choose eight more and include this text into the body of their award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am an amateur to this site and I  could not point yet eight bloggers to toss this award. But I know one fellow whose site also inspires. She has been very warm since I started here and so am tossing this on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://anemptycup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shawie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope you'll like it gurl!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5229824536859066792?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5229824536859066792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5229824536859066792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5229824536859066792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5229824536859066792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-ya-award-for-friendly-bloggers.html' title='love  ya award for friendly bloggers'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-377929084808953584</id><published>2009-02-16T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:53:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love pinay version "betty la fea" BEFORE BUT NOT AFTER..</title><content type='html'>Bakit ang mga teleserye ng ating kapamilya sa umpisa lang maganda? Pero sa kalaunan, nag-iiba ang istorya, nag-iiba ang templa at nawawalan ng thrill. Para bang the viewers were already made nuts in the end! I admit to really love, not just like, but love watching the pinay version of Betty la fea. I am not the fanatic type but i know what a good story is of course! At first I love watching this series. BUT NOW NO MORE!! May mga pumapasok na new characters at nawawala na ang favorite setting ko "dati" na  ang Ecomoda. Oh!ngayon andyan si echo sa kwento, baka naman next month, si Papa Piolo na naman?!hayyysss!parang wala nang relevance sa original na buhay ni Betty. Namann!! Writers of Kapamilya, matatalino naman kahit papano mga viewers natin, pakiayos naman ang kwento ni Betty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naman ay obserbasyon kolang bilang tagapanuod. Kahit papano, sayang din yung thrill na naumpisahan ko nang panuorin. ^O^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-377929084808953584?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/377929084808953584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=377929084808953584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/377929084808953584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/377929084808953584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-pinay-version-betty-la-fea.html' title='i love pinay version &quot;betty la fea&quot; BEFORE BUT NOT AFTER..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2586780489904625299</id><published>2009-02-16T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:54:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am falling in love with a stranger. Can this be real? But why am I happy each time we exchange text messages? God, am afraid. .never thought I would feel this way for someone I haven't seen personally. I tried to deny it but I only missed his calls whenever I ignored him. If this is for real, please don't take away the kind of happiness that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I admit to have done such note about four years had passed. And it makes me smile when I would look back and think of it. That short love story, however, isn't for real because it didn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things are not just meant to be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3634745607520391854-2586780489904625299?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2586780489904625299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2586780489904625299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2586780489904625299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2586780489904625299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-remember.html' title='a note to remember'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-7145116382900927690</id><published>2009-02-13T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:09:29.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainy valentine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SZTwIEfx5SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_pqfZZSHCes/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SZTwIEfx5SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_pqfZZSHCes/s400/DSC02517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302126682758571298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been raining here for a number of days..minsan nakakatamad bumangon kapag eto ang nakikita mo sa mga ulap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SZTwyEqO8LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mj7-9vPZm1o/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SZTwyEqO8LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mj7-9vPZm1o/s400/DSC02524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302127404356923570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but still i wish to celebrate Valentine's day here whatever the weather may be. and so here's my heart-shaped leaf sending my wishes to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy heart's day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7145116382900927690?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7145116382900927690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7145116382900927690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7145116382900927690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7145116382900927690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainy-days.html' title='a rainy valentine..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SZTwIEfx5SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_pqfZZSHCes/s72-c/DSC02517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1871479605075983439</id><published>2009-02-12T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:11:26.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recycled poem</title><content type='html'>how would you feel if your ex would give the love poem he did for you to his new girl?hahayyy!na-windang ang beauty ko sandali when i found out that my ex bf dedicate the poem he composed for me to his new girl. Parang kelan lang when he offered me a love poem. Or baka naman talaga to all the girls he'd love now and before ang love poem na 'yun. hehe!sana lang nag isip sya ng bagong technique ano?but honestly, when i read it through a networking site, brought me back to the time when he said he made it out of being inspired by me...now, it's sad to realize that he just have it 'recycled' to give it to his new one. Napaisip tuloy ako kung sino sa'min ang naka inspire sa kanya and originally pinag-alayan nung poem.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's life..share ko lang..but am OK.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1871479605075983439?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1871479605075983439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1871479605075983439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1871479605075983439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1871479605075983439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/recycled-poem.html' title='recycled poem'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-8813687335544736573</id><published>2009-02-09T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:17:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:2BxpQcoHstfIjM:http://meeme.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/hold-hand-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 88px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:2BxpQcoHstfIjM:http://meeme.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/hold-hand-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree&lt;br /&gt;but to hold hands. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Quoted by Alexandra Penney in &lt;i&gt;Self&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8813687335544736573?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8813687335544736573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8813687335544736573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8813687335544736573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8813687335544736573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-to-ponder.html' title='quote to ponder'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6038140671710523065</id><published>2009-02-06T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:16:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 rules to be happy</title><content type='html'>1. never hate&lt;br /&gt;2. don't worry&lt;br /&gt;3. live simply&lt;br /&gt;4. expect little&lt;br /&gt;5. give a lot&lt;br /&gt;6. always smile&lt;br /&gt;7. have JESUS in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone!take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6038140671710523065?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6038140671710523065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6038140671710523065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6038140671710523065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6038140671710523065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-rules-to-be-happy.html' title='7 rules to be happy'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3937314928560917951</id><published>2009-02-05T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:04:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering hearts..</title><content type='html'>I didn't know about dating sites. Not until I reach my my early 30's and have stayed single. My officemates introduced it to me and even have me registered into some dating sites. They were too aggressive to find mate for me the soonest. Maybe they worry about me reaching my 30's and yet haven't found my partner still. And since there's no harm in trying, I ventured into it though I find it awkward and not a perfect area to search for my man. With my picture attached on my profile and a few line to describe myself, it seems to me that there is clarity on the fact that I appeal to be selling nothing else but ME. OUch! The truth really hurts. But they say, there's nothing wrong with finding your match outside your country. Who knows where my luck may lead me!they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i surfed on the other online members and went on reading with their profiles, I was kind of appalled over the thought that lines they say like," searching for the right one, brokenhearted guy, looking for someone to fix my broken heart, looking for my princess, finding for a perfect wife.etc. etc.." are lines that plainly reveal the truth that just how many wandering hearts around the globe do we have still hoping and wishing to find true love. I will not count my self of course as an exemption to that. However, I just couldn't help from thinking that yes,  sometimes they can be for real but sometimes too they are just wanting more from what they already have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3937314928560917951?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3937314928560917951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3937314928560917951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3937314928560917951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3937314928560917951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/wandering-hearts.html' title='wandering hearts..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5828373634598140489</id><published>2009-02-03T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:48:37.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One with nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYhmsbl9dOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7O66A2m0bhA/s1600-h/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYhmsbl9dOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7O66A2m0bhA/s400/DSC03276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298597875108639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYhks54FNBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c1HYcaIkbtY/s1600-h/DSC03269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYhks54FNBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c1HYcaIkbtY/s400/DSC03269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298595684214453266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went on a nature tripping last week. And here's just a sample of one of the most solemn places that I know within the city. Here you get to have a good walk, good relaxation, fresh air and a great venue for reflection. This is taken at the Shrine Hills where fronting this wide area is situated a little church of Sto. Nino. I felt so relaxed after I heard mass too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5828373634598140489?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5828373634598140489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5828373634598140489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5828373634598140489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5828373634598140489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-nature.html' title='One with nature'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYhmsbl9dOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7O66A2m0bhA/s72-c/DSC03276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4107736071094559030</id><published>2009-02-01T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:53:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold front feb</title><content type='html'>It's February first, the weather was fine this morning and i saw the sun shone so bright perfect for my plan to wash clothes. But just when I was already done doing the laundry, I figured gray clouds covering the sky. Wow!nananadya yata ang panahon..think it was false alarm this morning when I saw the sun in such a glow. Don't know what's wrong with the weather. Perhaps this is what weather forecast called as 'cold front'. Buti nalang I already heard mass yesterday though I wasn't really anticipating that the weather won't be OK today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am, cuddling my pillow tight already feeling chilly while little drops of rain keep falling from out of my window. Weee!sarap matulog 'pag ganito ang weather!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..at ang sarap humigop ng mainit na 'lucky meh!'hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed Sunday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4107736071094559030?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4107736071094559030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4107736071094559030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4107736071094559030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4107736071094559030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/02/cold-front.html' title='cold front feb'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2459686677348618400</id><published>2009-01-30T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:18:42.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>biological</title><content type='html'>talked to my sis working and living abroad 3omins. ago over ym. i didn't grow up close to her actually. maybe because she would often talk in provocative way that simply echoes right down to my sensitivity. but in fairness to her, she has a generous heart other than her being more financially stable than the rest of us. we were not brought up mushy to each other as sisters and so i understand that we didn't have that biological ties or closeness like other siblings. anyway, our conversation went this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: musta?(how are you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sis: unsa man? (what?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me:ngumusta lang gud (just wanna know how are you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sis: molakaw sa ko (i have to go )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sis: chat lang ta sunod (chat to you nxt time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sis: bye, regards to all.&lt;br /&gt;(and then i chose not to reply..bad trip!)i went offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sweet namin ano? haha!sometimes i wonder, maybe if we're just neighbors, we could be even very good friends. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2459686677348618400?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2459686677348618400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2459686677348618400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2459686677348618400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2459686677348618400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/biological.html' title='biological'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-7032124710088981931</id><published>2009-01-29T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:30:50.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYEhjoWKBdI/AAAAAAAAADw/N-4qrLMY1ps/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SYEhjoWKBdI/AAAAAAAAADw/N-4qrLMY1ps/s400/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296551532773901778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just playing with the light as I took this shot from our ante-room's wall and this is what transpires. Don't know how to define it other than the clarity of a heart-shaped figure. I find it cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7032124710088981931?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7032124710088981931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7032124710088981931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7032124710088981931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7032124710088981931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/lights-on.html' title='lights 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that i cried for the same reason..for same rotten feeling..same person. well, it's really a good cry. i feel good after...more confident, not stronger though but just wiser..i little wiser.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6714953632375016993?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6714953632375016993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6714953632375016993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6714953632375016993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SXkt4hJzL2I/AAAAAAAAADo/xjhs4rsAZKo/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SXkt4hJzL2I/AAAAAAAAADo/xjhs4rsAZKo/s400/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294313285946126178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "It is no coincidence that man's best-friend cannot talk."&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/3634745607520391854-8222620559855835822?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8222620559855835822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6723815979083333982</id><published>2009-01-20T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:44:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama is making a CHANGE..</title><content type='html'>Today President-Elect Barack Obama will start making a CHANGE. I say that I was one of those who rejoiced over Obama's winning during the election. He has still much to prove I know. And if it means a change or reform for the drowning economy all over the world, I pray that God will bless his plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inauguration of Barack Obama today as the new President of U.S will surely be very remarkable  for all people around the globe. We are now his spectators along the way..as he will make a CHANGE. Even though we cannot really predict the he will make a very good president in more years to come within his tenure, we can only continue to pray and hope that he can help us make a  progressive and peaceful  society. So help us God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6723815979083333982?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6723815979083333982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6723815979083333982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6723815979083333982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6723815979083333982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-is-making-change.html' title='Obama is making a CHANGE..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-6740566824428599550</id><published>2009-01-19T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:03:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just monday..</title><content type='html'>nothing unusual today really. i guess the only thing is that my cousin paid me a visit and i watched "twilight" in dvd as my younger brother brought one tonight. well then at least, my curiosity about the movie is answered...nice film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its just another regular working day actually.. but am glad the sun starts to shine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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monday..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8988649481345819280</id><published>2009-01-17T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:48:13.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>i wonder what is it that makes me feel cold at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;is it the weather or the world around me?&lt;br /&gt;well that depends on how i see it.&lt;br /&gt;but as of this moment..hmm..i guess both!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;while i cannot gather my thoughts for a good entry at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just have to be content staring blankly at the gray sky.&lt;br /&gt;without feeling agitated or thinking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cannot define things..so be it.&lt;br /&gt;brrr!lamigg talaga ng weatherr!:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8988649481345819280?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8988649481345819280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8988649481345819280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8988649481345819280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8988649481345819280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-7987423940114160231</id><published>2009-01-16T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:11:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>I went out this morning for a job interview. I guess I have been used to dealing with job interviews..haha!Until I get hired. Well, as usual, have to have my English skills developed and honed. At least walang "nosebleed" akong mafi-feel kapag mga interviews na. I can only wish I can get the job. But then with the growing numbers of applicants nowadays wherever you go..you can only have your fingers crossed to survive as sole and ultimate survivor Philippines!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like that. I don't wanna call it an arena of big competitions but I want to consider it making an edge out of the hundred and one job-seekers. Unless the company adheres on "whom-you-know" than "what-you-know". It's a common thing but still that will be an opportunity for those who only see their luck in the hands of the under the table bosses and friends. Pero mas masarap matanggap sa trabaho kapag alam mong you deserve the job because you have the capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I told myself, "just take it easy"..there is a space for me still wherever I may be. So help me God!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7987423940114160231?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7987423940114160231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7987423940114160231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7987423940114160231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7987423940114160231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3177620386230222757</id><published>2009-01-10T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:04:14.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The vampire got me hooked</title><content type='html'>I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.wattpad.com/89334-Twilight-Stephanie-Meyer-1-"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight "- Stephanie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  for several days now. Wattpad.com has been too kind to give hope to those who cannot avail the book nor wasn't able to watch the film. I know the reading would really take longer esp. when you realize that you no longer have a 20/20 vision. sigh! Sometimes I have to fight with it but can't help it. I want to finish the story. It's not just the love story that makes me so interested of it BUT the characters themselves. The lessons learned and the dramas all in one total package. It's been a very long time since I got hooked to reading novels but this time, I feel rejuvenated. I feel like am young again while learning life's greatest lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll enjoy the read as much as I do!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3177620386230222757?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3177620386230222757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3177620386230222757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3177620386230222757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3177620386230222757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/vampire-got-me-hooked.html' title='The vampire got me hooked'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-7792954318747087224</id><published>2009-01-10T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:59:32.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SWeAu_ezDjI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLttbnDB1CQ/s1600-h/DSC02840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SWeAu_ezDjI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLttbnDB1CQ/s400/DSC02840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289337832172883506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was so overwhelmed seeing hundreds of them marching in and so i took picture. this was during our last visit in our  relatives at the province  together with my cousins. we had fun then for we very seldom get to visit the place. we made sure that every travel is made grandest. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7792954318747087224?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7792954318747087224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7792954318747087224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7792954318747087224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7792954318747087224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-quack.html' title='they quack'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SWeAu_ezDjI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLttbnDB1CQ/s72-c/DSC02840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-585149915156932235</id><published>2009-01-06T10:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:32:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still..</title><content type='html'>i still think of him. it's been more than a year since he left and it feels pathetic to realize that I still think of him. been trying to hide it and pretend that my world continues to cycle without him in my system..but he remains &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taunting me in my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from where we used to be.. to where i must used to. i keep telling myself, must be happy..i must be happy..i must.what a good way to start a year.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt; for myself. i know i can let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-585149915156932235?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/585149915156932235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=585149915156932235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/585149915156932235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/585149915156932235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/still.html' title='still..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8059103742077221722</id><published>2009-01-02T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:34:31.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Confessions</title><content type='html'>He met my eyes again, and they were surprisingly tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And for all that," he continued, "I'd have fared better if I had exposed&lt;br /&gt;us all at that first moment, than if now, here � with no witnesses and&lt;br /&gt;nothing to stop me � I were to hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was human enough to have to ask. "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isabella."&lt;/span&gt; He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled&lt;br /&gt;my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual&lt;br /&gt;touch. "Bella, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you&lt;/span&gt;. You don't&lt;br /&gt;know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought&lt;br /&gt;of you, still, white, cold� to never see you blush scarlet again, to&lt;br /&gt;never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my&lt;br /&gt;pretenses� it would be unendurable." He lifted his glorious, agonized&lt;br /&gt;eyes to mine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You are the most important thing to me now. The most&lt;br /&gt;important thing to me ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Twilight"&lt;/span&gt; - Stephanie Meyer&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/3634745607520391854-8059103742077221722?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8059103742077221722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8059103742077221722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8059103742077221722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8059103742077221722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions.html' title='the Confessions'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-6954955796272295294</id><published>2008-12-31T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:35:03.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"the biggest blessing in our lives is simply the presence of people who care much, whose love is for real, and see us much beyond ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a joyful New Year to all!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-6954955796272295294?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/6954955796272295294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=6954955796272295294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6954955796272295294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/6954955796272295294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-2932966209333818881</id><published>2008-12-28T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:59:57.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paskong Pinas</title><content type='html'>Halos lahat ng kwento ng mga OFWs na nag spend ng Christmas sa ibang bansa isa lang ang konklusyon:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; iba pa rin ang pasko sa 'Pinas.&lt;/span&gt; Hindi madali ang mamuhay sa ibang bansa. Nakakapangulila pa lalo kapag may mga mahal ka sa buhay na kelangan mong maiwan para lang matugunan ang pangangailangan ng pamilya. Para mabuhay.  Kaya nga naman hanga ako sa tatag ng loob ng ating mga OFWs. Minsan naluluha ako tuwing nakakabasa ako ng mga kwento ng mga kababayan nating nagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa at nangungulila sa mga mahal sa buhay. Lalo na't di sila nakakauwi kapag Pasko. Kahit pa siguro madali nalang ang komyunikasyon sa panahon ngayon,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; iba parin yung nasa tabi mo lang ang mga taong mahal mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya nga naman ang pasko sa atin. Kaya lang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;naninibago na rin ako&lt;/span&gt;. Malapit nang matapos ang Pasko pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;madalang nalang ang mga carolers&lt;/span&gt;. Ano na kayang nangyari sa mga nakagawian na natin tuwing Pasko? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Epekto din ba eto ng global warming?hehe!&lt;/span&gt; Naalala ko tuloy nung bata pa ako. Madalas kaming mag caroling ng mga kapatid at pinsan ko. At madalas din nahahabol ng aso.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahayyy!talaga nga sigurong &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kakaiba ang pasko sa Pinas&lt;/span&gt;. Lalo na't huwag nating walain yung bahagi na ng ating tradisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2932966209333818881?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2932966209333818881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2932966209333818881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2932966209333818881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2932966209333818881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/paskong-pinas.html' title='Paskong Pinas'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8533188056583381963</id><published>2008-12-24T23:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:30:30.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas symbols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R3UGSSQQVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b5tZ8SX-WYc/s320/Image%28603%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R3UGSSQQVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b5tZ8SX-WYc/s320/Image%28603%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nativity or the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belen"&lt;/span&gt; that pictures the image of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby Jesus&lt;/span&gt; in the manger is always presented in the Catholic church to give life to how God fulfilled His promise for sending His only son for all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas wouldn't come to be if not for Jesus' birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree on the other way around has many reasons for being symbolic during Christmastime. Too many assumptions and beliefs have crop up for having Christmas tree as another sign that Christmas is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether we have these symbols or not as we celebrate Christ's birth, may we never  go too far from the real meaning of  the  Christmas celebration.  And that Christmas is not only seen in the  gift giving and  in the sumptuous  food that we serve on our table during the occasion. The real spirit of it all should have been in our hearts who is Jesus. It is how we welcome Him as part of our life as Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone! God bless us all throughout the year and more years to come!&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8533188056583381963?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8533188056583381963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8533188056583381963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8533188056583381963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8533188056583381963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-symbols.html' title='Christmas symbols'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R3UGSSQQVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b5tZ8SX-WYc/s72-c/Image%28603%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-355678157493550430</id><published>2008-12-22T12:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:26.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>When I see people runnin' here and there, buying gifts and the things that complete their wish list, I couldn't help but think how Christmas exactly means for them. Of course it's hard to judge that Christmas for these people might just only be about the things that their money can buy but not those that money cannot just buy. But as i see it, that's how people act, that's how people are too preoccupied. In the back of my mind, I can only wish for one thing: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may we not forget what Christmas is truly all about&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real motives of God&lt;/span&gt; to send HIs only son &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to save mankind&lt;/span&gt; from sinfulness. And the bottom line of it all: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's LOVE to us&lt;/span&gt;. No less than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so let each Christmas be worth-remembering through the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baby Jesus &lt;/span&gt;who is born in the manger. Let Christmas be unto &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the unseen and priceless&lt;/span&gt;. Let Christmas be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Christmas to one and all!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-355678157493550430?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/355678157493550430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=355678157493550430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/355678157493550430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/355678157493550430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/meaing-of-christmas.html' title='the meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8678293086560261375</id><published>2008-12-18T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:28:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a common emo...</title><content type='html'>Manhid na nga talaga siguro ako. Naglibot ako sa blogosphere and medyo nakibasa sa mga sentimyento ng halos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90% bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. At ang kadalasan dahilan ng kanilang pag-i-emo ay pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I've been there."&lt;/span&gt; and its not easy ang madaya sa pag-ibig. Mag-iisang taon narin mula nang akoy mukhang basang-sisiw na naiwan sa isang sulok habang dinadama ang epekto ng pagkabigo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, yeah! I cried buckets! &lt;/span&gt;Pero tuwing naalala kong may ego at pride pa pala ako, tinatanong ko sarili ko kung bakit masyado akong nagpakalunod sa emosyon ng mga panahon na'yon ng dahil lamang sa isang walang kwentang lalaki. Call me bitter para isiping ako ang dehado at di sya. Pero ano paba ang mas masakit sa ang malamang pagkatapos ng lahat ay nalaman ko nalang na ikinasal na sya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong sampalin ang sarili ko sa aking nalaman at baka sakali'y ako lamang ay nagbulag- bulagan para umasang may bukas parin na naghihintay sa aming dalawa. Ngayon heto ako, pagkatapos ng isang walang kwentang pagluluksa dahil sa pagkabigo. Natuto narin kahit papano. At nakikibasa nalang sa kwento ng ibang nasasaktan. Isang bagay ang aking natutunan sa puntong iyon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I have to pick myself up before it's too late and I will end up a total loser".&lt;/span&gt; Sabi nga nila, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;panahon lang&lt;/span&gt; ang makapagsasabi kung kelan mo mahahanap ang tunay na pag-ibig. Minsan sa isip ko, ayaw konang umasa na darating pa iyon. Ngunit gusto kong &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maging positibo&lt;/span&gt; sa buhay at idaan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sa dasal&lt;/span&gt; ang lahat ng aking nararamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masasabi kong masaya na ako ngayon. Dahil pinili kong maging masaya. Sa tuwing nagkokomento ako sa kabiguan ng iba, isa lang sa nais kong iparating, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kaya mong maging masaya dahil karapatan mong maging masaya." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8678293086560261375?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8678293086560261375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8678293086560261375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8678293086560261375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8678293086560261375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-emo.html' title='a common emo...'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4403518785517684684</id><published>2008-12-15T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:29:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink shoelace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUX4GA2ryZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LAXnioGez5Y/s1600-h/Photo-0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUX4GA2ryZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LAXnioGez5Y/s320/Photo-0372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279898920354040210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's unusual to see young males wearing pink shoelace unless he's a homo. my bestfriend's younger brother was on his way on a date with his girlfriend. i noticed that he was wearing  pink shoelaces and so here's  a sample.  unique huh! ang mga kabataan talaga ngayon, kung anu-anong gustong imbentuhin.  youngsters nowadays have grown to be even more carefree  and aggressive in terms of fashion and style. sarap naman bumalik sa age nila!hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4403518785517684684?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4403518785517684684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4403518785517684684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4403518785517684684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4403518785517684684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-shoelace.html' title='pink shoelace'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUX4GA2ryZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LAXnioGez5Y/s72-c/Photo-0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5539309319738346153</id><published>2008-12-13T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:32:14.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-translate jud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUMonINLVLI/AAAAAAAAACo/voD0CGjSnVE/s1600-h/Photo-0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUMonINLVLI/AAAAAAAAACo/voD0CGjSnVE/s400/Photo-0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279107840891114674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this from a small business establishment along downtown area. I don't think we still have reason not to undertand it, huh!~:D Honestly, naa jud uban na maglibog asa padung ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pull"&lt;/span&gt; ug ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"push"&lt;/span&gt;!hehe!..nya naa pud uban na di mobasa ug sign-age..bantog guro mao na ni resulta!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5539309319738346153?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5539309319738346153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5539309319738346153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5539309319738346153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5539309319738346153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-translate-jud.html' title='i-translate jud!'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SUMonINLVLI/AAAAAAAAACo/voD0CGjSnVE/s72-c/Photo-0369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-5740826280919275285</id><published>2008-11-29T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:04:10.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camera trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SRcQZdAF2sI/AAAAAAAAACY/iy9HwtrOpsg/s1600-h/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SRcQZdAF2sI/AAAAAAAAACY/iy9HwtrOpsg/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266696318700870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this entry is insignificant... i just figured mukhang nadaya ako ng camera ko ah..ba't di yata lumitaw dito varicose vein ko sa paa?!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess its the sunlight hitting that surface or just a camera trick.. or both! hayyystt!.. insignificant entry indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-5740826280919275285?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/5740826280919275285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=5740826280919275285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5740826280919275285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/5740826280919275285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-day.html' title='camera trick'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SRcQZdAF2sI/AAAAAAAAACY/iy9HwtrOpsg/s72-c/DSC02537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-1506775751714019061</id><published>2008-11-25T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:17:58.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up late..</title><content type='html'>i don't recall when was the last time i got addicted to staying up late at night. kahit pa nakakaubos pasensya ang pc kong laging nagha-hang. but one thing for sure.. nakasayan ko narin ang ganitong routine. i know it's not healthy. pero sa ganitong oras kolang mas kayang mag-isip..magmuni-muni. yun bang kahit nagmukha na akong gago dahil ang totoo i am just plainly talking to my self here ay mas at peace utak ko. 'coz only in this way where i can pour down my emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagod ako ng prc ng araw na'to. pinagod ng kaiisip kung pa'no ko buuin ang natitirang pera ko sa bulsa para lang makapag-register at makasali sa oathtaking. honestly, i am not used to joining social gatherings. di naman ako anti-social. naiilang lang talaga akong makipagsosyalan lalo na kapag ihahanay ako sa mga taong class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least ok na..sa awa ng Diyos naipasa korin ang exam. kahit naiisip ko na naman ngayon yung kantang "do you know where you going to"..at least alam kona  kahit papano kung ano direksyon ko..mahirap parin hanapin ang swerte..pero kung itataas ko naman kay God lahat ng plano ko, hindi naman siguro nya ako pababayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still couldn't help from asking myself what will i become many years from now. neurotic na yata ako.hek!makatulog na nga!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-1506775751714019061?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/1506775751714019061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=1506775751714019061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1506775751714019061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/1506775751714019061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/11/up-late.html' title='up late..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-8284984926539749214</id><published>2008-11-17T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:56:56.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the waiting is over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the LET exam result has come out.&lt;br /&gt;And I made it..thank God I passed!&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..next step: application blues na naman!hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3634745607520391854-8284984926539749214?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8284984926539749214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8284984926539749214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8284984926539749214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8284984926539749214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-is-over.html' title='the waiting is over..'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-2510179522867268704</id><published>2008-11-08T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:59:24.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako</title><content type='html'>gusto kong magblog pero wala akong maisip na entry. di pa naman ako inaantok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip kolang, isang buwan ko narin inaabangan result ng LET exam ko. kahit pinipilit kong paniwalain utak ko na kinaya ko naman ang exam, pero mahirap parin mag-expect sa walang katiyakang pakikibaka kung positibo nga ba o hindi. mahirap nang maging sobrang confident, ayaw ko nang masaktan sa pag-aakalang, this time--tama ang mga desisyon ko sa buhay. natuto na akong lumaban at harapin kung anong meron at tanggapin kung anong wala sa akin. pinatibay na talaga ako ng panahon. nasasaktan parin naman..pero kaya nang ngumiti pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako na nga siguro eto--kahit minsan tanga parin..naive, pero mas mataas na ang EQ. Hahayy, hanggang ngayon naaala ko parin si big bug. nag-asawa na nga pala sya. sana makalimutan kona sya. kahit paulit-ulit kong tinatanong sarili ko "how did i come to love him." pero sabi nga nila, di naman kini-question ang mga bagay na ganyan. sana lang, "makalimutan kona sya.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-2510179522867268704?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/2510179522867268704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=2510179522867268704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2510179522867268704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/2510179522867268704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/11/ako.html' title='ako'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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-3634745607520391854.post-4174464419583761177</id><published>2008-11-04T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:11:46.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misty flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KcYQj7ctl8/SRBrr6VGSgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EoPN-AmaiaY/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KcYQj7ctl8/SRBrr6VGSgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EoPN-AmaiaY/s400/DSC02525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826366532405762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now I know that there's a reason why the rain falls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4174464419583761177?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4174464419583761177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4174464419583761177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4174464419583761177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4174464419583761177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-rain-left-its-mist-on-leaf.html' title='misty flower'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KcYQj7ctl8/SRBrr6VGSgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EoPN-AmaiaY/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-8924355718935294402</id><published>2008-10-27T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:52:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep my brain busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SQXjp_3fCSI/AAAAAAAAABI/05_QyFMbk28/s1600-h/Image%28200%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SQXjp_3fCSI/AAAAAAAAABI/05_QyFMbk28/s200/Image%28200%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261862050310588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been more than a year that I took the courage to let go of the things I wish didn't come to change. But there are realities about being rational that are beyond our control. Change thrills in and speeds on relentlessly like flowing water--not a care in the world whether it might affect human  existence like eternity. And so I groped for something that hopefully will fill me with purpose. And to keep my brain busy is the option I had to take wishing that in my little brain's capacity, I will have more to achieve than staying too long under a fever of distress and regret for falling in love with someone who never even loved me in the first place. Times when I felt like I never wanted to see any room for rethinking or recapitulating what's been lost and how I came to be a loser. Times when I hated every solitary moments for it'll only leads me back to memories I so long wanted to let go. And so I ventured into something that might make me the busiest person in order to hide the loneliest emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took lessons. I keep my mind preoccupied with the practicalities of things than those that entails emotional investments. Now, I can't tell that I have conquered what my heart is aching for. But at least upon feeding my brain I now know the difference between loving and letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-8924355718935294402?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/8924355718935294402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=8924355718935294402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8924355718935294402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/8924355718935294402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-my-brain-busy.html' title='Keep my brain busy'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SQXjp_3fCSI/AAAAAAAAABI/05_QyFMbk28/s72-c/Image%28200%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-4631312347037816399</id><published>2008-10-24T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:28:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leading the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/RyX_OGHojPI/AAAAAAAAAII/7l03WPk8aRs/s1600-h/Image%28163%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/RyX_OGHojPI/AAAAAAAAAII/7l03WPk8aRs/s320/Image%28163%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126784368457059570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little highway leads to the place where  i first learned my ABC's. It used to be a muddy way before. Not as concrete as how it is today. And looking back, I simply miss those little footprints that we'd left behind each time we trudged here from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-4631312347037816399?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/4631312347037816399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=4631312347037816399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4631312347037816399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/4631312347037816399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/10/leading-way.html' title='leading the way'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/RyX_OGHojPI/AAAAAAAAAII/7l03WPk8aRs/s72-c/Image%28163%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-7555358171156063864</id><published>2008-10-22T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:11:00.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><title type='text'>nature</title><content type='html'>The Chocolate Hills..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SP7MovUfSCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/613FGcTj93I/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SP7MovUfSCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/613FGcTj93I/s320/DSC02108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259866415084554274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What more can be truly wonderful than the wonder of nature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-7555358171156063864?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/7555358171156063864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=7555358171156063864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7555358171156063864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/7555358171156063864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/10/nature.html' title='nature'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PTFoFeOxzU/SP7MovUfSCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/613FGcTj93I/s72-c/DSC02108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634745607520391854.post-3475785654804559229</id><published>2008-10-20T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:25:46.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud and mad heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R631keZe06I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zviEWJzyS68/s320/Photo-0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R631keZe06I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zviEWJzyS68/s320/Photo-0241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasensya na kung gusto kong mag emo ngayon..tanong ko lang sa buwan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kailan kaya ako magmamahal ng di nasasaktan?&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634745607520391854-3475785654804559229?l=i-go-detour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/feeds/3475785654804559229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634745607520391854&amp;postID=3475785654804559229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3475785654804559229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634745607520391854/posts/default/3475785654804559229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-go-detour.blogspot.com/2008/10/mud-and-mad-heart.html' title='Mud and mad heart'/><author><name>es</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15948751251844064564</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hA8DTRK6s4E/R631keZe06I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zviEWJzyS68/s72-c/Photo-0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
