<?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-4419046202309355597</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:27:59.784+08:00</updated><category term='Traveling Dreamer'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='travel'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='family'/><category term='healthy lifestyle'/><category term='death'/><category term='music'/><category term='Asia'/><category term='environment'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='My Favorites'/><category term='money'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Ideas of Living</title><subtitle type='html'>By Traveling Dreamer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3097103402998780704</id><published>2010-01-01T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:03:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I welcome you with open arms and positive energy! I hope you'll be very good to me, as good as I believe it would be! I know we'll be great friends, right? So let's have an awesome time for as long as you will be here. Let's get it on, 2010!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 major goals&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I swear to myself I would live by this year:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travel &lt;/span&gt;more to places I have never been to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;more books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get in touch&lt;/span&gt; more with family, friends and relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I know these may seem broad and vague. That's why I'll write a more detailed version (of the first 2 mentioned goals), and keep it for myself. So I can keep track or be more focused and more importantly, I'd be more inspired to live by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-3097103402998780704?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3097103402998780704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3097103402998780704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3097103402998780704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3097103402998780704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010!'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-350858333006340812</id><published>2009-12-25T22:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:58:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope everyone just had/is having an awesome celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for me, I loved the time spent with my family and relatives today. I enjoyed the food. I loved the feeling of giving out my presents to my younger cousins. I really had fun playing with the littlest kids in the clan (They're just so cute and adorable!). I loved the shared stories and laughter. Not to forget, I loved the fact that we were able to greet and talk with our relatives abroad this Christmas day via Skype (Oh the advantages of technology these days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was a bit disappointed though that I wasn't able to see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my nephew today, and probably for the rest of the season. I haven't seen him in a year!!! I just wish him a happy Christmas. God bless him always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In general, I just feel blessed this Christmas. I am just so grateful for all the good people and good things I have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SzTQuZ39S4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/G3n97YnEaCY/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SzTQuZ39S4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/G3n97YnEaCY/s320/Christmas+Tree+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419185747271699330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-350858333006340812?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/350858333006340812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=350858333006340812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/350858333006340812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/350858333006340812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SzTQuZ39S4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/G3n97YnEaCY/s72-c/Christmas+Tree+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5126492081679172897</id><published>2009-12-12T13:08:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:14:24.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>Coron, Palawan, Philippines (October 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; These are photos taken by my friend with her nice camera. Special thanks to her! This was during our trip to Palawan last October 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found there the finest sand I have seen so far! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who knows what a polvoron is?&lt;/span&gt; There, you can probably make a polvoron out of its sand (except that it's not edible =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I definitely love the beaches in the Philippines. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrqR94uDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hkmps77-yvQ/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrqR94uDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hkmps77-yvQ/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359919895296050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrm9WTKsI/AAAAAAAAAco/btrX-tqF8yQ/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrc8g7rmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R0AtQdz9vOk/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359690798411362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrWq-Tq5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I_VacmLs9Zw/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrWq-Tq5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I_VacmLs9Zw/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359583010565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrSH8Yg8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/cPT_pPr-REA/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrSH8Yg8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/cPT_pPr-REA/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359504887776194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrLD5hGWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/jGzVWMnjM0M/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrLD5hGWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/jGzVWMnjM0M/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359383542929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrGTxJrdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/umiFEd-dFXk/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrGTxJrdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/umiFEd-dFXk/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359301903461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrAV2mIoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aEFBI_hhhcA/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrAV2mIoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aEFBI_hhhcA/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359199383954050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOq8VYVbEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8nFvY2aZRMU/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOq8VYVbEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8nFvY2aZRMU/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359130537552962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOq382mRaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mwXVFG7ZRRs/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOq382mRaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mwXVFG7ZRRs/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359055234123170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqzuS1kFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8l9Vs-CR-y0/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqzuS1kFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8l9Vs-CR-y0/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358982606557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqrIPluPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HFgsR8AOR5M/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqrIPluPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HFgsR8AOR5M/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358834953435378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqm6ne8NI/AAAAAAAAAbI/msBhdShGGJk/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqm6ne8NI/AAAAAAAAAbI/msBhdShGGJk/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358762576081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqfM-V9OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/P9Nt6mkLPbg/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqfM-V9OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/P9Nt6mkLPbg/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358630064846050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqZyQn__I/AAAAAAAAAa4/E53h6xDuvbA/s1600-h/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOqZyQn__I/AAAAAAAAAa4/E53h6xDuvbA/s320/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358536994422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We didn't have pictures of the Twin Lagoon, which I think was the best part of the trip. We weren't able to bring our cameras. We had to swim to get there, not even a boat can get through in. It's that secluded. It was so beautiful and serene! We just wonder what sea creatures are living under us that time. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coron, Palawan, Philippines (October 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-5126492081679172897?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5126492081679172897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5126492081679172897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5126492081679172897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5126492081679172897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/12/coron-palawan.html' title='Coron, Palawan, Philippines (October 2009)'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyOrqR94uDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hkmps77-yvQ/s72-c/Coron_Palawan_Philippines+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-2208108425361942750</id><published>2009-12-12T11:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:58:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days to go before Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas is around the corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't bought anything yet for anyone. Hi friends, I know you would understand. =) But to be honest, I just really do not know what to get for my friends anymore. It's SO not an easy task to think of something you would get for your friends, not unless you would just buy the same thing for everyone else. But I'm not really a fan of it! If I buy gifts, I make it an effort to think for each one. It makes the gift extra special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for this year, I think I'm kind of decided I won't give out, except to my family. =) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops, sorry friends.&lt;/span&gt; First, I do not have enough effort and patience to search the malls and bazaars for something else. I do not even shop for myself anymore! Which leads to my second reason. I am in a &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; saving mode. I wanna travel more next year! Hence, I need to save, save and save. I have to learn how to delay my gratification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for this Christmas, what I need to think of is what to get for my parents, my sister and my one and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;inaanak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Wah! I am so excited to see him already after one long year!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I sort of know what to get my mom already. I'll probably get her comfortable slippers and a Pinoy Umami coffee table book with a recipe book (She loves to cook!). Then for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;inaanak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, he'll get a shopping spree of toys and clothes from me! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for myself, I'm excited to buy a backpacker's bag from North Face! I found the exact bag I want to get for myself this Christmas. It's a newly released design. Thus, it's a little more expensive than the average. I think I'm going to buy next weekend! I'm going to buy that design, not unless I find a better one. It's such an investment. Hello to more traveling on the next years!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what to get for my dad and sister? That I have few days to think of. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 days more to go before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyMdOO-Dt9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/xSdJnxLaRxI/s1600-h/5416_247178530222_879920222_8015865_6475444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyMdOO-Dt9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/xSdJnxLaRxI/s320/5416_247178530222_879920222_8015865_6475444_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414203307403229138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-2208108425361942750?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2208108425361942750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=2208108425361942750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2208108425361942750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2208108425361942750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/12/13-days-to-go-before-christmas.html' title='13 days to go before Christmas!'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SyMdOO-Dt9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/xSdJnxLaRxI/s72-c/5416_247178530222_879920222_8015865_6475444_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5246110795667791537</id><published>2009-10-26T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:25:19.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>This is my confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm randomly sad, I read my own blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it helps me lift my mood. It somehow paints a smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It reminds me that even if life is unfair and others are made to be happier than the rest, I'm lucky to be alive and blessed to be where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It reminds me that happiness is how we see things and not how things actually are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It reminds me not to forget to be happy with the simplest pleasures in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it also reminds me... I should write more often here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because admittedly, it helps me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm really really really hoping my blog is helping others too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because truly, that is the ultimate purpose.&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-5246110795667791537?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5246110795667791537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5246110795667791537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5246110795667791537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5246110795667791537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-my-confession.html' title='This is my confession.'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3159102771833718524</id><published>2009-09-07T16:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:08:48.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>No Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such silly things, children - and so embarrassing - because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something. While animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WICKED&lt;/span&gt;, Gregory Maguire-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I would be an animal, I'll choose to be  a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COURAGE&lt;/span&gt; to fly. I would not be afraid to soar up high and to reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt; to travel. I would be free to just leave things behind and go to a direction I find necessary. I would be free to travel at my own impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWLEDGE&lt;/span&gt; of how our nature works.  I would know which season to migrate and which place is the best to settle at. I would know the feelings and the conditions of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISDOM&lt;/span&gt; of what our world is. There is no way to be wiser than having a bird's eye view of things and situations in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LEADER&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOLLOWER&lt;/span&gt; at the same time to my fellow birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span&gt;find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEAUTY &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIQUENESS &lt;/span&gt;with how God made me. I would appreciate the wonders of my form and my colors. I may look like the same as all the other birds from a human perspective; but I know I am different, we are all different creatures from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I would be an animal, I'll choose to be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt; as I soar up high and fly above everyone else, as I travel with the sky, with no worries nor any impediments, but only the wind gushing through my feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be a bird.&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-3159102771833718524?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3159102771833718524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3159102771833718524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3159102771833718524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3159102771833718524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/09/such-silly-things-children-and-so.html' title='No Great Expectations'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8986171105593561949</id><published>2009-08-30T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:43:18.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Overdressed Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than in seeing&lt;/span&gt;, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WICKED&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory Maguire&lt;/span&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-8986171105593561949?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8986171105593561949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8986171105593561949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8986171105593561949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8986171105593561949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/08/overdressed-traveler.html' title='The Overdressed Traveler'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7072249632616755072</id><published>2009-07-14T05:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:39:06.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Less Traveled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet, knowing how way leads onto way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood&lt;br /&gt;And I took the one less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4419046202309355597-7072249632616755072?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7072249632616755072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7072249632616755072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7072249632616755072'/><link rel='self' 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lives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I said, I will put my response to my previous post regarding life's toughest questions. It just took me longer than I intended to. Anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question is "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By what age do you know what you want to do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously always ask myself this: &lt;strong&gt;What do I really want to do with my life&lt;/strong&gt;?. &lt;em&gt;I want this. I want that. I want both. I want all. &lt;/em&gt;Indeed, it's quarter-life crisis on alert! It's normal for my age not to know the real answer to this question. So even if I get frustrated sometimes for not having an exact answer, I just think that other people especially in their 20s and 30s are having the same problem as me. That is, not really knowing what to do with my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at an age of adventure. We are at an age of exploration. We lack the knowledge of what would give us identity. We lack the wisdom to choose what would make us happy in the long run&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall repeat the line: "&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing to do with a life but live it.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think too much of what we want to do with our life that would fulfill us. But we also end up with no answers and unfortunately, with more questions. That's how difficult it is. And sometimes we ask, would we really find an answer at this time of our lives? Or would it be better for us to just be patient and wait for the time that we would be wise enough to choose for the best? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we also tend to think too much that we end up doing nothing of anything. We are so preoccupied with our words or thoughts, that we forget to do some action in our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, "There's nothing to do with a life but live it." It's difficult to find the answer to the question "What do I want to do with my life?", especially in our 20s or 30s. Perhaps, we would not find an answer to it at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just do what we want to do now. What would satisfy our thoughts now. What would make us happy now. We shall make baby steps. We never know... we are actually walking on our path to fulfillment already and these are just ways to train us for our future kind of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Gandhi said: "&lt;strong&gt;Almost anything you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just do what makes us happy now. Life is tough. But I don't think it's tough enough not to find what would make us smile or laugh, what would make our heart skip or our eyes shine, or not to find the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-5628782454838209746?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5628782454838209746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5628782454838209746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5628782454838209746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5628782454838209746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-we-want-to-do-with-our-lives.html' title='What do we want to do with our lives?'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5253581992832640779</id><published>2009-06-07T18:47:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:58:25.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Toughest Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOURCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answered! Life's 25 Toughest Questions&lt;/em&gt; by Jeanne Marie Laskas from &lt;em&gt;Reader's Digest Magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously, there were 25 questions in the article, but I'll just be sharing some of those that I personally like. AND I promise I would place my personal comments and inputs about the question/topic in this blog soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. By what age do you know what you want to do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any moment now. This used to be a question the young asked. But today the emerging generation of adults are no longer intent on being tied and loyal to the one job. According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics, one in four adults aged 20-24 will change jobs in any given year. Generation X (born mid-'60 to late '70s) will change career at least three times, and generation Y five times. That's a lot of exploration. The wisdom of elders in all cultures seems to be this: there's nothing to do with a life but live it. As Gandhi pointed out, "Almost anything you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. When is your future behind you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you stop chasing dreams. So don't stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. Do you have to love your job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. Love your chidlren, your partner and your country. Love your parents, your neighbour and your dog. Loving is too important an emotion to attact to the way you make a living. But it's OK to strive for satisfaction. Over 56% of employees across Australia are unhappy or very unhappy with their current jobs, according to a recent survey by employment website SEEK. And a lack of career development is cited by 49% as one of the most hated aspects about their job. If you're among that 49% and thinking about a new job, consider the fact that employees in small firms said they felt more engaged in their work than did their corporate counterparts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. Can a glass-half-empty person become a glass-half-full person?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One current psychological theory is that people have an "emotional set point". Some people are just made happier than others, they say. Pessimists will see this as bad news, believing it really doesn't matter what you do - they are never going to be any happier. But there is hope - as any optimist will see! Happiness has more to do with how you construe the events in your life than the actual events themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Does money really buy happiness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. Because happiness isn't for sale. Many people get tripped up by this one, amassing wealth only to find themselves cycling into a bottomless pit of unsatisfiable yearning. As it turns out, joy and misery are not that far apart when it comes to very big wads of cash. Consider the case of a couple who won $34 million in 2000. Thrilled to be released from the demands of their boring old jobs, they frittered their fortune away on fancy cars, mansions, all the usual stuff - losing everything that mattered in the process. They divorced, he died of an alcohol-related illness, and she died alone in here house just five years after cashing the winning ticket. When it comes to happiness, only people you lvoe, and who love you, can bring it. If you have enough cash to buy yoursefl a luxurious yacht, but no real friends to sail with, you're sunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. Why is it so hard to say you're wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because it often involves saying, "I'm sorry," which is even harder. Throughout history, people have found it easier to stop speaking to one another, punch, kick, accuse, shoot and bomb rather than apologise. A tip for the future' next time just say, "Whoops, sorry," and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. Can love really last a lifetime?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Absolutely - but only if you chuck the fairytale of living happily ever after. A team of scientists recently found that romantic love involves chemical changes in the brain that last 12 to 18 months. After that, you and your partner are on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relationships require maintenance. Pay a visit to a nursing home if you want to see proof of lasting lvoe. Recently I spoke to a man whose wife of 60 years was suffering from advanced Alzheimer's disease. He came to sit with her everyday and hold her hand. "She's been my best friend since high school," he told me. "We made a promise to stick together." Now, that's a love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-5253581992832640779?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5253581992832640779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5253581992832640779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5253581992832640779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5253581992832640779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-toughest-questions.html' title='Life&apos;s Toughest Questions'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8808629675849511122</id><published>2009-05-17T18:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:15:26.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;begins just after sunrise, after a good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;People leave their homes to go to work&lt;br /&gt;They do this so that they can provide a better life for their families&lt;br /&gt;So they can afford nice things&lt;br /&gt;And have a reason to get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And when their exhausting work is done, people come back home again&lt;br /&gt;And some begin counting the days til their next vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Desperate Housewives-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-8808629675849511122?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8808629675849511122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8808629675849511122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8808629675849511122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8808629675849511122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/05/routine.html' title='The Routine'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7426044301176975654</id><published>2009-05-10T15:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:17:38.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Let It Go... Let the Little Wonders In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard this song on the radio again this morning, and I immediately remembered the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/span&gt; -- one of my most favorite movies by Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsT2URr1Igc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsT2URr1Igc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I never thought I would love this movie this much. It has a common theme with some of my favorite movies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dream BIG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Chase it no matter how impossible it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Go for it, even if others do not believe in what you can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this line is from the movie itself... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEEP MOVING FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail once... the Robinsons family will tell you to "Keep moving forward." And if you fail the second time, the Robinsons family will still tell you the same... Just "keep moving forward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failure is part of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is what would actually make us better in what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The greatest challenge in achieving our dreams is not the people around us or the inevitable fate of our lives. The greatest challenge is our own selves -- whether we will give up when we fail, or we will believe and keep trying until we succeed.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Traveling Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-7426044301176975654?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7426044301176975654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7426044301176975654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7426044301176975654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7426044301176975654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-go-let-little-wonders-in.html' title='Let It Go... Let the Little Wonders In'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8807854253879725481</id><published>2009-05-03T17:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:40:02.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As years pass by, things change. People change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We keep up by trying our best to hear something from them and pretend everything is the same. But eventually, the fact will also wake our minds. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Things change. People change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And sometimes, we keep up by even trying to be like them and letting go of ourselves. It's our way of making up for the difference. It's our defense, so we won't get left behind by things and people we once knew too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we can also choose to stick to who we really are. The thing is... by choosing it, we also choose to take a separate distant path from them.&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-8807854253879725481?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8807854253879725481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8807854253879725481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8807854253879725481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8807854253879725481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/05/distance.html' title='Growing Distance'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8593208577694136351</id><published>2009-05-01T10:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:33:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good and Positive (And I don't know why)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt great when I woke up today. I do not know if there is really something special today (which there is none, except that it is a national holiday). But I just do feel great when I woke up -- early morning with a very nice weather (not too warm and not raining hard) I really love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is May 1 -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start of a new month&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I just feel optimistic about this coming month. There is a reason, which I honestly do not know what, to make me smile, feel good about myself and be positive! God is good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What makes it better is knowing that I do not know the reason why I feel good and positive today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just know that I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traveling Dreamer -&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/4419046202309355597-8593208577694136351?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8593208577694136351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8593208577694136351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8593208577694136351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8593208577694136351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-good-and-positive.html' title='Feeling Good and Positive (And I don&apos;t know why)'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5862657201466261076</id><published>2009-04-23T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:40:41.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many failures give birth to great success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To replace the much used phrase "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try and try until you succeed&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-5862657201466261076?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5862657201466261076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5862657201466261076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5862657201466261076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5862657201466261076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/04/many-failures-give-birth-to-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8531586252866497757</id><published>2009-04-22T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:56:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To commit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt; is such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Traveling Dreamer -&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/4419046202309355597-8531586252866497757?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8531586252866497757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8531586252866497757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8531586252866497757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8531586252866497757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-commit-suicide-is-such-selfish-act.html' title=''/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5315301845328322986</id><published>2009-04-18T21:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:09:56.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Fifth Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SencA8kvjuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6Mzzsuodk7g/s1600-h/the-fifth-mountain-by-paulo-coelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SencA8kvjuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6Mzzsuodk7g/s320/the-fifth-mountain-by-paulo-coelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326029943160671970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And since I'm already talking about mountains, I would like to share the parts I like from the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fifth Mountain&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All life's battles teach us something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even those we lose. When you grow up, you'll discover that you have defended lies, deceived yourself, or suffered for foolishness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're a good warrior, you will not blame  yourself for this, but neither will you allow your mistakes to repeat themselves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything in life demands training.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even to understand angels. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We so want to talk with them that we don't listen to what they're saying.&lt;/span&gt; It's not easy to listen:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in our prayers we always try to say where we have erred, and what we should like to happen to us. &lt;/span&gt;But the Lord already knows all of this, and sometimes asks us only to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hear what the Universe is telling us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear reaches only to the point where the unavoidable begins&lt;/span&gt;; from there on, it loses its meaning. And all we have left is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope that we are making the right decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have a past that dissatisfies you, forget it now. &lt;/span&gt;Imagine a new story of your life, and believe in it. Concentrate only on those moments in which you achieve what you desired, and this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strength will help you to accomplish what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this last one below summarizes what the book is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story had been transmitted from generation to generation so that no one would ever forget: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes it's necessary to struggle with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every human being at some time had tragedy enter his life&lt;/span&gt;; it might be the destruction of a city, the death of a son, an unproved accusation, a sickness that left one lame forever. At that moment, God challenged one to confront Him and to answer His question: "Why dost thou cling fast to an existence so short and so filled with suffering? What is the meaning of thy struggle?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who did not know how to answer this question would resign himself, while another, one who sought meaning to existence, feeling that God had been unjust, would challenge his own destiny. It was at this moment that fire of a different type descended from the heavens -- not the fire that kills but the kind that tears down ancient walls and imparts to each human being his true possibilities. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cowards never allow their hearts to blaze with this fire; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all they desire is for the changed situation to quickly return to what it was before, so they can go on living their lives and thinking in their customary way.&lt;/span&gt; The brave, however, set afire that which was old and, even at the cost of great internal suffering, abandon everything, including God, and continue onward&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The brave are always stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Heaven, God smiles contentedly, for it was this that He desired, that each person take into his hands the responsibility for his own life. For, in the final analysis, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He had given His children the greatest of all gifts: the capacity to choose and determine their acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those men and women with the sacred flame in their hearts had the courage to confront Him. And they alone knew the path back to His love, for they understood that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tragedy was not punishment but challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, it is really necessary to experience tragedy in our life. For it is through that and after that, that we realize our maximum capacity and greatest potential. We become stronger. We become wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it is also the time when we doubt God's power and omnipresence. Like us, Jesus on the cross said, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet, God does not want us to just wait for a miracle to happen in our lives, or just simply give up. God wants us to use our gift of freedom instead: to choose and determine our acts. He does not give us something we can not surpass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus, with tragedy in our life, He expects us to be challenged and struggle against it. We will become stronger. We will become wiser. And eventually, we will understand what God has really planned for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-5315301845328322986?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5315301845328322986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5315301845328322986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5315301845328322986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5315301845328322986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/04/fifth-mountain.html' title='The Fifth Mountain'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SencA8kvjuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6Mzzsuodk7g/s72-c/the-fifth-mountain-by-paulo-coelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7622094217979791253</id><published>2009-04-04T23:21:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:38:42.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>Mt. Pulag, Benguet, Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mt. Pulag, with peak at 2, 922 meters above sea level, is the 2nd (now considered as the 3rd) highest mountain in the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: It was my first time to hike, so I have no other experience to compare my hike at Mt. Pulag with. But to date, it was the best night sky and sunrise I have seen! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TRIP&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from Manila to Benguet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I rode a bus, bound to Baguio, at Cubao Station (Quezon City, Manila) at Friday, 11 pm. Bus ticket costs Php 435 one way. After a 6-hour bus ride, we arrived at Bagiuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we rode a jeepney to Benguet. We already rented the jeepney days before our trip. It costs Php 8, 000 to take us from Baguio to Benguet and vice versa, on our way home. It was relatively a bit expensive, and there are cheaper rates than that. But since we did not have enough time to find another one that is cheaper and we were all fine with it, we resorted to that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of jeepney ride, we stopped over to eat, and then proceeded with our travel. We arrived at DENR (Department of Environment and Natural Resources) office at around 8:30 am for our registration and orientation. After, we headed to Mt. Pulag for another 2-hour jeepney ride.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike at MT. PULAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 trails that climbers can choose from -- Ambangeg, Akiki, and Tawangan. We took the Ambangeg trail, the easiest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hired 2 porters to carry the bags of the others and a travel guide. Porter is Php 600 each and guide is Php 900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also 3 campsites available. We initially chose to camp at campsite 3 where fewer people are (and so, a quieter place). But then we ended up settling at campsite 2, when we knew that it will take us another 1 and a half hours to get to campsite 3 and that, the summit is even farther from campsite 3 than it is from campsite 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 3 hours, with short breaks, to get to campsite 2. Upon arriving, we set our tents up. Then, we took a nap until 4 pm, just in time to hike to the summit for the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we eventually decided not to climb to the summit for sunset anymore. We ended up hiking just a little until here. It was a nice view anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeDpwDkUcI/AAAAAAAAATg/s_foou88HgI/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sunset.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeDpwDkUcI/AAAAAAAAATg/s_foou88HgI/s320/mountain-pulag-sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866238059270594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeD4i3sJmI/AAAAAAAAATo/CN5bMI6oK5A/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sunset..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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeD4i3sJmI/AAAAAAAAATo/CN5bMI6oK5A/s320/mountain-pulag-sunset..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866492217828962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back down at campsite 2, cooked dinner, eat and had a bonding session. We felt a bit sad we did not bring alcoholic drinks with us. Besides the fact that it was a good moment to drink with friends, the alcohol was surely going to help us get over the low temperature that night. I am not sure how cold it was that time, but temperature in Mt. Pulag can get as low as 0 degree celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next morning, we woke up at 3 am to hike up to the summit for sunrise. It was colder than it was the last night! I was not really prepared for it and so, I just really had to wear all the clothes I have to get over it. Good thing I brought a lot of t-shirts and 2 jackets with me, and I had friends to let me borrow gloves and extra pants to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely harder to climb the mountain that time because it was darker and steeper.   We had to bring our flashlights with us. Plus, I could feel more "the higher, the less oxygen you breathed in" moment that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I can feel the sun was about to rise at any moment, I was more eager to get to the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeFXNTTSGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c6FHkT3q3s8/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sunrise-summit..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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeFXNTTSGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c6FHkT3q3s8/s320/mountain-pulag-sunrise-summit..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320868118515632226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can see that everything was starting to get more beautiful than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeFHESMZZI/AAAAAAAAATw/AVXbKufat_0/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sunrise-summit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeFHESMZZI/AAAAAAAAATw/AVXbKufat_0/s320/mountain-pulag-sunrise-summit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867841217160594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then... there we were... above the clouds... at the summit... watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeIJbfQoiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lxo-eI-haIk/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sun-sunrise.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeIJbfQoiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lxo-eI-haIk/s320/mountain-pulag-sun-sunrise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320871180340601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so beautiful and breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeIzx9Ps5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mqqsWKNF7h0/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-sunrise-sun..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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeIzx9Ps5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mqqsWKNF7h0/s320/mountain-pulag-sunrise-sun..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320871907926455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was definitely worth the difficulty of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeGE2FhO2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/reMq7MPOrfE/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-summit-clouds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeGE2FhO2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/reMq7MPOrfE/s320/mountain-pulag-summit-clouds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320868902557793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an hour or so, we went down and walked back to our campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeJcPUPMVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1glfxgNNurs/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-summit.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeJcPUPMVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1glfxgNNurs/s320/mountain-pulag-summit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872603002286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I appreciated the nature even more! It feels so good just to sit (or lie) down and look at the amazing creation. The mountains, trees, clouds, sky, grass, plants, ...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeJ_GD7K7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7Ghhv5j8e98/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-hills.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeJ_GD7K7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7Ghhv5j8e98/s320/mountain-pulag-hills.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320873201813367730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we also saw some area covered with ice. It was that cold there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at our campsite, we ate and then packed up our things. We started to go down the mountain at around 8:30 am. It was, of course, easier and faster. It took us 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdekCxHDOaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z0c9cpKaAXQ/s1600-h/mountain-pulag-terraces.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SdekCxHDOaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z0c9cpKaAXQ/s320/mountain-pulag-terraces.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320901852211132834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TRIP -- from Benguet to Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the end of our trail, we rode our rented jeepney to the DENR. We washed up and logged out there. Then, we rode the jeepney for another 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at Baguio at around 3 pm, we bought our bus tickets to Manila. Our bus was departing at Sunday, 4:30 pm. We also bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt; at the wet market. Then, we immediately ate lunch/snack/dinner at Cafe by the Ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were already eating in a hurry, we almost missed our bus. Good thing, we were just in time to get inside the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a safe trip. We arrived Manila at around 11:00 pm.&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/4419046202309355597-7622094217979791253?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7622094217979791253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7622094217979791253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7622094217979791253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7622094217979791253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/04/mt-pulag-benguet-philippines.html' title='Mt. Pulag, Benguet, Philippines'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SdeDpwDkUcI/AAAAAAAAATg/s_foou88HgI/s72-c/mountain-pulag-sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-1864183165267259621</id><published>2009-03-20T10:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:43:53.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>A Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;A mountain has a lot symbolisms and meanings according to people. It symbolizes faith, loyalty, strength, steadfastness, serenity or salvation. It is believed to be the abode of gods and goddesses. It is believed to be a place where heaven and earth meet. It is believed to be a place where one can find spiritual guidance and meaning, and a place for self-discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been wanting to climb a mountain not really because of the spiritual implication of it, but ever since I had the urge to travel and be more concerned for the environment. I think it is a very nice way to discover the beauty of a place and to be closer to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I have no experience yet, I am sure that climbing a mountain is not an easy task. You have to be physically prepared for a difficult journey, and &lt;span&gt;you should be determined enough not to give up when the climb gets further difficult along the way&lt;/span&gt;. And so, it is also a good exercise (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it is also a good bonding experience with friends. The long journey together is enough reason already. And I think you'll get to know more your friends by the way they would handle the difficulty of the journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;, I'll hop on a bus for a 6-hour ride, and then a jeepney for a 4-hour ride to my starting line. I have never ever climbed a mountain, and my first time would be the highest peak in Luzon, Philippines! I'd like to believe I am physically fit for it. But I'm still asking for my greatest strength and motivation to sink in me for the entire journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I am excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I promise to keep you updated of my first hiking experience when I get back from it.&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/4419046202309355597-1864183165267259621?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1864183165267259621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=1864183165267259621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1864183165267259621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1864183165267259621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/mountain.html' title='A Mountain'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-6380160267745476710</id><published>2009-03-18T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:33:33.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Have faith and He will provide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a self-confessed "overthinker". I think too much of my past, my future, and my life in general.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I done before that made it this way? Where did it go wrong? What should have I done to make things better? Is my future secured? Will I be able to live my dreams? Will I be able to do what I am most happy and satisfied about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an everyday necessity for me to think a lot. Not that I do not know how to have fun, but I just learned from my past mistakes of being too spontaneous and a quick thinker. Now, I have a different way of handling and weighing things -- more responsible and mature, if you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have to lay low, even just a bit. My overthinking is making me so anxious, I guess it isn't too good anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; There is a reason the past is called the "past" and the future is called the "future". We should not dwell too much of what has happened, and should not worry too much of what we want to be eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live one day at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relax.&lt;/span&gt; Not that we should not think and be prepared for our future, but taking a step down would be fine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its own way of unfolding things to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have faith and the Lord God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-6380160267745476710?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6380160267745476710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=6380160267745476710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6380160267745476710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6380160267745476710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-faith-and-he-will-provide.html' title='Have faith and He will provide.'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4369094814437052348</id><published>2009-03-16T23:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:40:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Do Not Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"..... don't be too offended by someone who is openly rude... because they may be that way... for the nicest of reasons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Desperate Housewives Season 5, Episode 16 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;Think about it. Be open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;They may be the people who have offended us, hurt us, or made us angry. Sometimes, it's just because they tell something true we forbid to accept. But we never know, they might be the same people who will be there for us when others have already turned away from us.&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/4419046202309355597-4369094814437052348?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4369094814437052348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4369094814437052348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4369094814437052348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4369094814437052348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-just-do-not-know.html' title='You Just Do Not Know...'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5985938652923682953</id><published>2009-03-12T13:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:09:51.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Passion Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qB7c4Gk6tk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qB7c4Gk6tk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=qB7c4Gk6tk" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=qB7c4Gk6tk" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=qB7c4Gk6tk" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=qB7c4Gk6tk" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/qB7c4Gk6tk/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/-VCdph/music/fpILsGaW/william-fitzsimmons-passion-play/"&gt;Passion Play - William Fitzsimmons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I should not have hid where my heart can't follow,&lt;br /&gt;'cause this grace gets so far and too hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;I've been running from Saul, he's been giving chase;&lt;br /&gt;when I look in his eyes, all I see is my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still on my back after all these years,&lt;br /&gt;chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor,&lt;br /&gt;or how you can breathe with your hands on boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be not what I am today,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be better than my friends might say,&lt;br /&gt;I just want a small part in your passions play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear these here words while I sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;Are you caught up in me like I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;or just some big cashier that I'll have to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just want to be not what I am today,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be better than my friends might say,&lt;br /&gt;I just want a small part in your passions play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how many times we fail and make mistakes in life, He'll still be there to help us get up and be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We might doubt our faith sometimes. We might not hear him when he is calling or not listen when he is talking. We might question his presence and power, especially in our saddest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But he is there whether we call him or not. He is listening when we speak. Because again, no matter how many times we fail and make mistakes in life, He'll still be there to help us get up and be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just love this song -- the message of the lyrics and the instruments used at the end. Plus, I love this artist -- (they say "odd", I say) different, gifted guy and a son of two blind people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-5985938652923682953?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5985938652923682953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5985938652923682953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5985938652923682953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5985938652923682953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/passion-play.html' title='Passion Play'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-2428089656073919320</id><published>2009-03-10T18:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:13:15.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Be Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Sunday, I went to my friend's nephew's 2nd birthday celebration at the orphanage. No, her nephew is not an orphan. Their family just decided to celebrate his birthday there with the kids at the orphanage, instead of the usual (big) children's birthday party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really enjoyed it since I am fond of my friend's nephew and of kids in general. The food was simple. The games were really fun! I was laughing while watching the kids play the games. We were also entertained by the sing and dance performances that the orphans have prepared for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY_Df9Fm6I/AAAAAAAAATM/L5OvXKZHEuI/s1600-h/kids-at-the-orphanage+%282%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY_Df9Fm6I/AAAAAAAAATM/L5OvXKZHEuI/s320/kids-at-the-orphanage+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311502139879955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY_ZC7UxhI/AAAAAAAAATU/jp-Nnb-Dk4E/s1600-h/kids-at-the-orphanage.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY_ZC7UxhI/AAAAAAAAATU/jp-Nnb-Dk4E/s320/kids-at-the-orphanage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311502510045054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day just made me reiterate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two things&lt;/span&gt; to myself: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;was how much I really want to spend or celebrate a special day in my life, perhaps my birthday, for a good cause. Then, I would dedicate not just a day, but a portion of my time for a good cause. My personal choices would be the street children, orphans and the environment. I have strong emotions for these and so, I really want to make a difference on these, at least in my own (little) way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second &lt;/span&gt;was how grateful I should be for the life I have. As much as I try to stay positive in life, I still sometimes think how bad my luck is or how sad things turn out to be. I still complain about random things in my life! If you come to think of it, I am a shame for doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY-gH5zFiI/AAAAAAAAATE/7JjTrBb4Xkg/s1600-h/kids-at-the-orphanage+%281%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY-gH5zFiI/AAAAAAAAATE/7JjTrBb4Xkg/s320/kids-at-the-orphanage+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311501532128286242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the faces of the less fortunate people, I should really be thanking God for the good life I have. Those kids have no parents or have been left by their parents but still, they can put a smile on their faces. It is indeed very touching to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We should always remember to count our blessings&lt;/span&gt;, even on our down moments. It will help us feel better. It will help us realize that things happen for a reason and God will never give us challenges we can not surpass. Even the smallest good thing in our life should be counted as a blessing. Life itself is a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We shall all be thankful... for God is good... all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-2428089656073919320?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2428089656073919320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=2428089656073919320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2428089656073919320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2428089656073919320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-grateful.html' title='Be Grateful'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SbY_Df9Fm6I/AAAAAAAAATM/L5OvXKZHEuI/s72-c/kids-at-the-orphanage+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-6972088500639816122</id><published>2009-03-08T02:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:07:34.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>Losing Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know we are all going to die. It is when and how that we do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have a choice to make the best out of our relationships. &lt;/span&gt;So we do not have to wait til we die to make others realize how much we have touched their lives. Or we do not have to wait til they die to make us realize how important they are to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical presence is something we must not take for granted. Everydayness is something we must savor for what it is. We can not all be William Parrish (of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/span&gt;) who would have the chance to know his "death" or the option to say "I'm ready." even before he actually dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We die, whether we want it or not. We lose the people we love, whether we are ready or not.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That is the only thing in this world we are genuinely sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's hard to let go, isn't it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Black:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes it is, Bill.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;William Parrish:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And that's life... what can I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Meet Joe Black -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are we still indifferent and unaware of how important the people around us are? Their presence is actually enough reason to already celebrate the wondrous gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to wait to lose the people we love to know how important they are to us. We can, even before we lose them. And most of all, we do not have to wait to lose the people we love to SHOW how  much they have touched our lives. We can, even before we lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-6972088500639816122?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6972088500639816122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=6972088500639816122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6972088500639816122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6972088500639816122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing.html' title='Losing Life'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-6793488200714408811</id><published>2009-03-04T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:12:18.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>With today's global crisis, we have to play smarter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Today we are facing global and technological changes as great or even greater than those ever faced before. No one has a crystal ball, but one thing is for certain: Changes lie ahead that are beyond our reality. Who knows what the future brings? But whatever happens, we have two fundamental choices: play it safe or play it smart by preparing, getting educated and awakening your own and your children's financial genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Sharon Lechter&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This paragraph is from the book &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/span&gt; by Robert Kiyosaki -- one of the great books I have read. I would say that it has more impact to me this time than when I first read it before. Perhaps, it's because I earn my own money now, as opposed to when I was entirely dependent on my parents. &lt;u&gt;Now&lt;/u&gt; pushes me to be financially wiser and more responsible than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The book was written years ago, and so, it is not that updated and really applicable now -- considering the current condition of real estate and stock market. However, the essence of the book remains. It teaches us the importance of "financial education" that our schools have never thought us and most parents did not teach their children. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We all have to be financially intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;more so that we are in a global crisis now&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-6793488200714408811?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6793488200714408811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=6793488200714408811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6793488200714408811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6793488200714408811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-todays-global-crisis-we-have-to.html' title='With today&apos;s global crisis, we have to play smarter!'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8867474328766542483</id><published>2009-03-03T19:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:13:34.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Money and Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sad thing about money is that, it can destroy human relationships more than people think it can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  - Traveling Dreamer -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt; (Season 5 Episode 14) would word it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a lot you can do with money in the suburbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can pay for a night on a town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can provide a private school education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can purchase a token of affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the one thing you must never do with money... is use it as a weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because someone... always... gets hurt.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never choose greediness over any kind of relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4419046202309355597-8867474328766542483?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8867474328766542483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8867474328766542483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8867474328766542483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8867474328766542483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-and-relationship.html' title='Money and Relationship'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-6937841351682501318</id><published>2009-02-24T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:24:48.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Men on the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why is it not unusual to see a woman carrying the baby, pushing the stroller, feeding the kids, going to the grocery or doing the household chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is when you see a man doing either one or all of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SaP-ThjF9cI/AAAAAAAAASo/IHMA19KF17s/s1600-h/soldier-uniform-father-son-daughter%28sepia%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SaP-ThjF9cI/AAAAAAAAASo/IHMA19KF17s/s320/soldier-uniform-father-son-daughter%28sepia%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306364397349107138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SaP_NtYoiHI/AAAAAAAAASw/W0QGqQFY5jk/s1600-h/soldier-uniform-father-son-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SaP_NtYoiHI/AAAAAAAAASw/W0QGqQFY5jk/s320/soldier-uniform-father-son-daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306365396958873714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I admire men pushing the stroller and doing the grocery shopping. =) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-6937841351682501318?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6937841351682501318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=6937841351682501318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6937841351682501318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6937841351682501318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-on-job.html' title='Men on the Job'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SaP-ThjF9cI/AAAAAAAAASo/IHMA19KF17s/s72-c/soldier-uniform-father-son-daughter%28sepia%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4540865985643599983</id><published>2009-02-23T00:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:33:01.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>What is the meaning of your dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dream -- I do not mean the goal you plan to achieve in life, but the one you have when you are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A dream is an extension of our feelings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a prediction of our future. They say, we usually dream when we are preoccupied by fear or we think too much about so many things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream is always unusual. It is often out of this world. It is unlikely to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have you dreamt you were flying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;no matter how strange the story of our dream is, there is a meaning behind it. A dream often symbolizes the desires we hardly admit or the emotions we try to suppress. It reflects what we truly feel. Hence, the meaning of our dream helps us to gain a better understanding of ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thing is, how do we interpret our dreams? Well, I don't know how either. But there is a good &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; that I use to interpret my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So a few nights ago, I had a dream that I have never ever had before. I dreamt of the devil and evil spirits. I felt scared in my dream, and thinking about it now, I still think it was frightening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;As I entered my room at home, I saw a lot of evil spirits inside. Naturally, I got scared of all of them. What were they all doing in my room? They have evil smiles and laughs. Then suddenly, my feet were lifted off the ground and I was floating already (surely, they have caused that). So I started to pray and pray, but the devil in front of me was laughing and mocking my prayers! I was still praying though, while I was also panicking and crying. Then, I was slowly going back to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then poof! I woke up already. In the same place (my room) where my dream happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;According to Dream Moods&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To see the devil in your dream, signifies fear, limitations, and negative aspects of yourself. You may be harboring feelings of guilt. It is time to release these feelings. Alternatively, the devil represents intelligence, cunningness, deception, and cleverness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To dream that you fight off the devil, indicates that you will succeed in defeating your enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To dream that the devil talks to you, suggests that you will find certain temptations hard to resist even though you know it is not in your best interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To dream that you and the devil are friends, suggests that you are easily influenced and can be persuaded into doing something you do not want to do. You may be dealing with issues of morality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;So, did you also have a dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I advise to interpret your dream, rather than to just treat it as a reason of your good night sleep or a hindrance to sleeping well. It can help you understand yourself better.&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-4540865985643599983?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4540865985643599983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4540865985643599983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4540865985643599983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4540865985643599983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-meaning-of-your-dream.html' title='What is the meaning of your dream?'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-1582865877456853505</id><published>2009-02-20T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:28:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diminished Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What we cannot control often makes an impact on what we can control.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Star World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (a TV network) on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lipstick Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; episode preview&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This left me confused and wondering..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;How???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps, an example can explain this statement to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But as of now, I beg to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-1582865877456853505?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1582865877456853505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=1582865877456853505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1582865877456853505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1582865877456853505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/diminished-freedom.html' title='Diminished Freedom'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3527722307940152469</id><published>2009-02-15T22:01:00.056+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:22:32.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>14th Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February 12 to 15, 2009 at Clark Air Field, Pampanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year's event was the biggest ever -- as it gains popularity each year, not just in the Philippines but worldwide. There were 25 hot air balloons that took off at the opening of the event. Among the participating countries were France, Germany, Hungary, Japan, Malaysia, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Switzerland, Thailand, USA and United Kingdom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(inquirer.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this event was more than just hot air balloons, as it is also called the "weekend of everything that flies". There were also kite-flying, paragliding, skydiving, airplane/aircraft/helicopter flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the event promoted aviation careers, displayed military transportation, guns and photos, and presented different exhibitions that both the children and adults have enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhkt-P8TYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Eg0cZRB_zKg/s1600-h/sky-hot-air-balloon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhkt-P8TYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Eg0cZRB_zKg/s320/sky-hot-air-balloon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099302195514754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My friends and I went on the third day of the event. We left Manila early but unfortunately, it was not that early to catch the start of the hot air balloon flight at 5:30 am. We arrived when the balloons were on air and some were landing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhk1xdbuUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gp3U4Ej6ZIQ/s1600-h/elephant-hot-air-balloon.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhk1xdbuUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gp3U4Ej6ZIQ/s320/elephant-hot-air-balloon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099436201392450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlNeUrMsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FZqwd9kVQeY/s1600-h/kite-flying+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kite Flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlGQ5B21I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4v1iIzP6Bnw/s1600-h/kids-kite-flying.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlGQ5B21I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4v1iIzP6Bnw/s320/kids-kite-flying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099719516543826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlNeUrMsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FZqwd9kVQeY/s1600-h/kite-flying+%281%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlNeUrMsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FZqwd9kVQeY/s320/kite-flying+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099843381244610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlUGLz8AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W6RtFDF24bc/s1600-h/kite-flying+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlUGLz8AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W6RtFDF24bc/s320/kite-flying+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099957160701954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhleKXnqBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yX-NDJtGwXg/s1600-h/kite-flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhleKXnqBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yX-NDJtGwXg/s320/kite-flying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100130082662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZg5nK0FYnI/AAAAAAAAANg/sCSdwHE3X2c/s1600-h/DSC06615.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlqvmdFkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cPDAQK3JIwc/s1600-h/skydiving+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlqvmdFkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cPDAQK3JIwc/s320/skydiving+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100346235426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhluv9NPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WWmo7z6Sy1k/s1600-h/skydiving+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhluv9NPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WWmo7z6Sy1k/s320/skydiving+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100415050333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlz1mFWkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x_e7oZx2dxU/s1600-h/skydiving+%283%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhlz1mFWkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x_e7oZx2dxU/s320/skydiving+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100502463306306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhl7YrK8zI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOdymIhocBE/s1600-h/skydiving+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhl7YrK8zI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOdymIhocBE/s320/skydiving+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100632138969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmAAiq-0I/AAAAAAAAARI/N6dzg8Iyqg4/s1600-h/skydiving+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmAAiq-0I/AAAAAAAAARI/N6dzg8Iyqg4/s320/skydiving+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100711560215362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paragliding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmJvmdm1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9cTGSX1TrTA/s1600-h/paragliding+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmJvmdm1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9cTGSX1TrTA/s320/paragliding+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100878811405138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmPrhh57I/AAAAAAAAARY/9YllnCLJF3g/s1600-h/paragliding+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmPrhh57I/AAAAAAAAARY/9YllnCLJF3g/s320/paragliding+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100980796188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmUl5X6EI/AAAAAAAAARg/comtkFAWhzU/s1600-h/paragliding.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmUl5X6EI/AAAAAAAAARg/comtkFAWhzU/s320/paragliding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101065184929858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmPrhh57I/AAAAAAAAARY/9YllnCLJF3g/s1600-h/paragliding+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Air Balloons at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We waited til 7pm for the hot air balloons, which I thought were going to fly. Apparently, they only lit the balloons  and not all at the same time! It was still nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnADwRsxI/AAAAAAAAASI/hUn6uOP9O78/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnADwRsxI/AAAAAAAAASI/hUn6uOP9O78/s320/hot-air-balloon+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101811934212882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmlmC8rXI/AAAAAAAAARw/18_K_DIz1Bg/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon+%282%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmlmC8rXI/AAAAAAAAARw/18_K_DIz1Bg/s320/hot-air-balloon+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101357282864498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmvHyrRLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ed2-XoYPE0c/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhmvHyrRLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Ed2-XoYPE0c/s320/hot-air-balloon+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101520960242866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhm0X_tQSI/AAAAAAAAASA/rC0bgWavzGM/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon+%284%29.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhm0X_tQSI/AAAAAAAAASA/rC0bgWavzGM/s320/hot-air-balloon+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101611209212194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnNhMGqzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZJGZvHdvZn4/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnNhMGqzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZJGZvHdvZn4/s320/hot-air-balloon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303102043173858098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh! And I would like to share my photo with Tony, the mascot from Kelloggs, who the kids kept calling "Tigger". Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnv3A-w5I/AAAAAAAAASg/vVwo0hwf88U/s1600-h/DSC06630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhnv3A-w5I/AAAAAAAAASg/vVwo0hwf88U/s320/DSC06630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303102633148334994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4419046202309355597-3527722307940152469?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3527722307940152469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3527722307940152469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3527722307940152469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3527722307940152469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/14th-philippine-international-hot-air.html' title='14th Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Festival'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZhkt-P8TYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Eg0cZRB_zKg/s72-c/sky-hot-air-balloon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-9144101368648401954</id><published>2009-02-12T16:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:12:40.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe ignorance is not really a bliss after all. Some memories, no matter how we repulse them, are meant to remain for they make us who we are right now. They tell us of our mistakes we should avoid doing again and show us the lessons we should never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Probably, the erasure of our memory gives us a lift from sorrow to a world we (only) want to see. And for sure, that resembles the utopia we desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the ignorance of the past separates us from our own identity. We create a person we want to be, but not who we really are in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We experience "bliss" as we repulse the memories we do not want, until we realize that it is just a temporary feeling. As always the case, we never know what we want or what we do not want not until we are actually there. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like how we do not realize the meaning and importance of our life not until we are dying&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's a scene from the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMjiB0-H8zI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMjiB0-H8zI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsche said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignorance is not really bliss at all. Memories, no matter how repulsive, are meant to stay for they make us who we truly are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-9144101368648401954?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/9144101368648401954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=9144101368648401954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/9144101368648401954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/9144101368648401954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind_12.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7900463441008814241</id><published>2009-02-03T11:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:09:33.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>Quarter-Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;* Here are some common signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at one's academic/intellectual level&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;confusion of identity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insecurity regarding the near future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insecurity concerning long-term plans, life goals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insecurity regarding present accomplishments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disappointment with one's job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tendency to hold stronger opinions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boredom with social interactions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loss of closeness to high school and college friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, high cost of living, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loneliness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desire to have children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*from www.Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; I must admit. I am not only feeling some of these signs but honestly... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And there you go,  I  seriously think I'm having a quarter-life crisis now. =(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter-life crisis usually occurs from early 20s to early 30s. It is a period in life when one is going through major changes and challenges. One is quite not sure who he is and what he wants in life. One feels directionless and does not know where to go. One regrets what he has done or has not done in the past. One starts to have a more realistic, responsible and productive goals in life. One feels that he should accomplish certain things in life immediately or soon, because he feels that he has no more time left. Or if one does not accomplish these certain things immediately, he feels that he may never ever be able to or that, he is falling behind others who have accomplished. One realizes that he has not done yet anything very substantial in his life when he should have. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One is not simply satisfied with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution to this quarter-life crisis is ACCEPTANCE. Yes, this can be a challenging phase in life. But know that you are not alone in this situation. There are millions out there in the world who are experiencing or have experienced too the struggle you are currently in. It is a phase in life.&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/4419046202309355597-7900463441008814241?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7900463441008814241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7900463441008814241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7900463441008814241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7900463441008814241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter-Life Crisis'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3028842076883043261</id><published>2009-02-01T11:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:24:13.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Catcher in the Rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cried when I read this part (and I am not the type who would). Holden Caulfield, the main character of the book, really reminds me of someone very dear to me. Below is what Mr. Antolini, Holden's former teacher, said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SYUpcOQWwCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lgQsiI0ogX4/s1600-h/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SYUpcOQWwCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lgQsiI0ogX4/s320/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297686101511028770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a feeling that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't honestly know what kind... Are you listening to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Listen to me a minute now.... I may not word this memorably as I'd like to, but I'll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it all straight. But listen now, anyway...... This fall I think you're riding for -- it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;They gave it up before they ever really even got started.&lt;/span&gt; You follow me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's what he (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;referring to a psychoanalyst named Wilhelm Stekel&lt;/span&gt;) said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one of these days, you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I hate to tell you, but I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your first move will be to apply yourself in school. &lt;/span&gt;You'll have to. You're a student -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whether the idea appeals to you or not.&lt;/span&gt; You're in love with knowledge. And I think you'll find, once you get all past the...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you get past all the Mr. Vinsons (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holden's former teacher who he hates&lt;/span&gt;) you're going to start getting closer and closer -- that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it -- to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and frightened &lt;/span&gt;and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you.&lt;/span&gt; It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isnt' education. It's history. It's poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not trying to tell you that only educated and scholarly men are able to contribute something valuable to the world. It's not so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;) "Something else an academic education will do for you. If you go along with it any considerable distance, it'll begin to give you an idea what size mind you have. What it'll fit and, maybe, what it won't. After a while, you'll have an idea what kind of thoughts your particular size mind should be wearing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For one thing, it may save you an extraordinary amount of time trying on ideas that don't suit you, aren't becoming to you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll begin to know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish I can also be a "Mr. Antolini" to that dear person. That is what EXACTLY I would also tell/advice him (if I find the time to be serious and courageous enough). This is worth a read for every young people too.&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-3028842076883043261?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3028842076883043261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3028842076883043261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3028842076883043261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3028842076883043261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/02/catcher-in-rye.html' title='The Catcher in the Rye'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SYUpcOQWwCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lgQsiI0ogX4/s72-c/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4500964262549801640</id><published>2009-01-30T15:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:43:56.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>You do not need another plastic bag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One tip on your next visit to a store: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you do not need the plastic/shopping bag, then just tell the cashier or the bagger that it is okay for you to not put what you have bought in the plastic anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just remember to get your receipt before you leave the store! This is to make sure you have a proof that you paid and did not shoplift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can carry around a small item or few items with you. Or you can put it inside your bag (especially girls).  Or if you have previously bought something, just put it there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need another plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otherwise, trust me. When you get home, you'll just put the items out and toss the plastic. It's hard to find a purpose to reuse a small plastic bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just a wee step on saving the environment. It's easy anyway, so why not try it next time? Then, it can become a habit already. =)&lt;/span&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/4419046202309355597-4500964262549801640?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4500964262549801640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4500964262549801640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4500964262549801640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4500964262549801640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-do-not-need-another-plastic-bag.html' title='You do not need another plastic bag.'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5354847025668061496</id><published>2009-01-21T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:07:55.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>01-20-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Barack Obama's Inauguration Day and President GMA's 8th year in the position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my 21st Birthday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indeed, a very special day in our history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I welcome myself to the world of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-5354847025668061496?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5354847025668061496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5354847025668061496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5354847025668061496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5354847025668061496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/01/01-20-09.html' title='01-20-09'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-1805420645307361785</id><published>2009-01-19T20:15:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:45:28.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Go Vegetarian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Source: www.petaliterature.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to share my favorites photos which I find so cute from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;eople for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;thical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;reatment of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nimals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; website. Hope this campaign by the pigs, cows and chickens makes you eat your vegetables and fruits instead of them! Seriously, there are a lot of alternatives and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HEALTHIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; food out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6mTQzvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aZHCtwn2RIs/s1600-h/eat+more+veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6mTQzvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aZHCtwn2RIs/s320/eat+more+veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990260491566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6d97E4GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KOUzpHoNL-0/s1600-h/meat%27s+no+treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6d97E4GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KOUzpHoNL-0/s320/meat%27s+no+treat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990117324316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6Q4ft5KI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jGQARk08ZCw/s1600-h/breaking+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6Q4ft5KI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jGQARk08ZCw/s320/breaking+my+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989892529087650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6LRMYrLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z6bqyUIpN8I/s1600-h/nugget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6LRMYrLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z6bqyUIpN8I/s320/nugget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989796079676594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aww... this chick nugget campaign is the cutest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR59Am_-_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bw1hDLG7rm4/s1600-h/Jesus+loves+me+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR59Am_-_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bw1hDLG7rm4/s320/Jesus+loves+me+too.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989551109733362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR53-R_-LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-0h9iFJslVs/s1600-h/meat%27s+not+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR53-R_-LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-0h9iFJslVs/s320/meat%27s+not+green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989464585435314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, vegetarians help save our Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR5zPgYG_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iHmjXfoTvec/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR5zPgYG_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iHmjXfoTvec/s320/fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989383309794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR5tgcwE6I/AAAAAAAAAII/X2I3wbYQuIM/s1600-h/300-STU331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR5tgcwE6I/AAAAAAAAAII/X2I3wbYQuIM/s320/300-STU331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292989284778775458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-1805420645307361785?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1805420645307361785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=1805420645307361785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1805420645307361785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1805420645307361785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-vegetarian.html' title='Go Vegetarian!'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SXR6mTQzvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aZHCtwn2RIs/s72-c/eat+more+veggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-295200732093642481</id><published>2009-01-16T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:10:50.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>Another Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Friday today. AGAIN. It just reminds me that another week has passed and still, I haven't gotten it. It is disappointing. I feel like I am not making any progress in my life. I should have been somewhere I have planned or imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I am not doing anything about this whole matter. But seriously, I am. It just doesn't show. It's not coming towards me the way I would want to and I feel like I can't really do much about it. Can I? It is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dum dee dum dee dum.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I think I have to charge my system again with positive energy. That's for another week to come. Plus, I have to look pretty when the light suddenly shines on me. I don't wanna look unprepared, do I?&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/4419046202309355597-295200732093642481?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/295200732093642481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=295200732093642481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/295200732093642481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/295200732093642481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-week.html' title='Another Week'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5681842116171841982</id><published>2009-01-13T23:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:39:07.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Pray and Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;A friend of mine gave me a bookmark that says "Pray" on one side and "Hope" on the other, as a gift last Christmas season. It was very simple, yet meaningful. Plus, I love the different designs of the letters on the bookmark. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SW2F2GRHPOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c1L1t9THA9I/s1600-h/Pray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SW2F2GRHPOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c1L1t9THA9I/s320/Pray.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291032301672021218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SW2GC4L94-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d9sw39lsB10/s1600-h/Hope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SW2GC4L94-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d9sw39lsB10/s320/Hope.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291032521230640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY and HOPE. Those are the two things I often forget before. I never thought how powerful these can be. I pray. I hope. Sometimes! Not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY and HOPE. Those are the two things I often remind myself of now. I believe in the magic these can give me. I pray. I hope. Always. Never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when you feel down and feel like nothing great is happening in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep praying. Keep hoping. Always. Never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh, patience is a virtue too! ; )&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/4419046202309355597-5681842116171841982?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5681842116171841982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5681842116171841982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5681842116171841982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5681842116171841982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2009/01/pray-and-hope.html' title='Pray and Hope'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SW2F2GRHPOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c1L1t9THA9I/s72-c/Pray.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7180882052061272763</id><published>2008-12-31T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:11:14.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What comes first: Life or Death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life naturally precedes death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But why is it by understanding death that we then understand the true meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-7180882052061272763?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7180882052061272763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7180882052061272763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7180882052061272763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7180882052061272763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-comes-first-life-or-death.html' title='What comes first: Life or Death?'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-1601629309273092695</id><published>2008-12-31T14:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:38:36.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Travelling Differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SVsQarhnKdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIVrS4kjcOQ/s1600-h/Book_034206124209_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SVsQarhnKdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIVrS4kjcOQ/s320/Book_034206124209_F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285836638195755474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Excerpt from the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the Flowing River &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised very early on that, for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;travelling was the best way of learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I still have a pilgrim soul, and I thought that I would use this column to pass on some of the lessons I have learned, in the hope that they might prove useful to other pilgrims like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid museums.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This might seem to be absurd advice, but let’s just think about it a little: if you are in a foreign city, isn’t it far more interesting to go in search of the present than of the past? It’s just that people feel obliged to go to museums because they learned as children that travelling was about seeking out that kind of culture. Obviously museums are important, but they require time and objectivity - you need to know what you want to see there, otherwise you will leave with a sense of having seen a few really fundamental things, except that you can’t remember what they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hang out in bars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bars are the places where life in the city reveals itself, not in museums. By bars I don’t mean nightclubs, but the places where ordinary people go, have a drink, ponder the weather, and are always ready for a chat. Buy a newspaper and enjoy the ebb and flow of people. If someone strikes up a conversation, however silly, join in: you cannot judge the beauty of a particular path just by looking at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The best tour guide is someone who lives in the place, knows everything about it, is proud of his or her city, but does not work for any agency. Go out into the street, choose the person you want to talk to, and ask them something (Where is the cathedral? Where is the post office?). If nothing comes of it, try someone else - I guarantee that at the end of the day you will have found yourself an excellent companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to travel alone or - if you are married - with your spouse.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It will be harder work, no one will be there taking care of you, but only in this way can you truly leave your own country behind. Traveling with a group is a way of being in a foreign country while speaking your mother tongue, doing whatever the leader of the flock tells you to do, and taking more interest in group gossip than in the place you are visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t compare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don’t compare anything - prices, standards of hygiene, quality of life, means of transport, nothing! You are not traveling in order to prove that you have a better life than other people - your aim is to find out how other people live, what they can teach you, how they deal with reality and with the extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understand that everyone understands you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Even if you don’t speak the language, don’t be afraid: I’ve been in lots of places where I could not communicate with words at all, and I always found support, guidance, useful advice, and even girlfriends. Some people think that if they travel alone, they will set off down the street and be lost for ever. Just make sure you have the hotel card in your pocket and - if the worst comes to the worst - flag down a taxi and show the card to the driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t buy too much.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Spend your money on things you won’t need to carry: tickets to a good play, restaurants, trips. Nowadays, with the global economy and the Internet, you can buy anything you want without having to pay excess baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t try to see the world in a month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; far better to stay in a city for four or five days than to visit five cities in a week. A city is like a capricious woman: she takes time to be seduced and to reveal herself completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A journey is an adventure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enry Miller used to say that it is far more important to discover a church that no one else has ever heard of than to go to Rome and feel obliged to visit the Sistine Chapel with two hundred thousand other tourists bellowing in your ear. By all means go to the Sistine Chapel, but wander the streets too, explore alleyways, experience the freedom of looking for something - quite what you don’t know - but which, if you find it, will - you can be sure - change your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-1601629309273092695?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1601629309273092695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=1601629309273092695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1601629309273092695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1601629309273092695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/12/travelling-differently.html' title='Travelling Differently'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SVsQarhnKdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIVrS4kjcOQ/s72-c/Book_034206124209_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3898220270290915781</id><published>2008-12-25T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:36:48.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Nine Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was my first time EVER in my whole life. And He knows I did it with love and passion for Him, especially on the 9th morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For You. For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-3898220270290915781?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3898220270290915781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3898220270290915781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3898220270290915781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3898220270290915781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/12/nine-mornings.html' title='Nine Mornings'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-2845159064479653486</id><published>2008-12-16T06:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:34:56.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Street Style Fashion and Vintage Finds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am getting more inspired by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STREET STYLE FASHION&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VINTAGE FINDS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is something in these two styles that allow a person to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;. She does not always conform in the society and more especially, does not go with the fad! She does not limit herself to what's on hand or what's accessible but rather, digs the dirty soil or swims into the deep ocean in order to find treasure no one would even care to look for. She does not get satisfied with the ordinary, and so, she works on her utmost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creativity &lt;/span&gt;to produce the extraordinary. She does not fear to get noticed by people around, but has the confidence to strut her stuff all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am loving these two styles!&lt;/span&gt; A person can be unique in thousand ways she can, and live up to one of fashion's definitions, that is, a form of self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to share what I read from a book by Nina Garcia. It goes something like this: The true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionistas &lt;/span&gt;are the ones who can pair the latest trend with a vintage item, and the real fashion victims are the ones who wear a different outfit every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I totally agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt;. The former is most likely to just shop for the current or latest trends in fashion, which will most probably be phased out on the next season. But the latter knows the basics and the importance of 'mix and match' that would last a lifetime or so. Not all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopaholics&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street Style Fashion. &lt;/span&gt;I love the ones in Tokyo, Buenos Aires, Milan and Paris. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vintage Finds. &lt;/span&gt;I especially love the old clothes of my mom and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-2845159064479653486?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2845159064479653486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=2845159064479653486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2845159064479653486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2845159064479653486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/12/street-style-fashion-and-vintage-finds.html' title='Street Style Fashion and Vintage Finds'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4255208036129319622</id><published>2008-12-10T13:14:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:34:16.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/ST9SBmW1EgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-bYoP4A_W4g/s1600-h/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/ST9SBmW1EgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-bYoP4A_W4g/s320/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278027475731157506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a book about the love story of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry DeTamble&lt;/span&gt; who time travels involuntarily caused by his genetic disorder and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claire Abshire&lt;/span&gt; who has to bravely face this inevitable situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Henry time travels mostly when he is stressed and he has no control over this, where he will go, how long he will be gone and even the fact that he is naked after time traveling. Henry is eight years older than Claire, but Claire met Henry when she was only six and he was thirty six. So technically, Claire has known Henry almost all her life but Henry has first met Claire when he was already twenty-eight years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds weird and complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, yes it really is. But with love, they will try to live a normal life and remain courageous over something they can not prevent and control. And that includes having their daughter Alba, who also time travels just like her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a rare story that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to wonder before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if time machines really exist&lt;/span&gt;? Hmmm... Because if it does, I'm sure I wanna get my hands on it and try! But unlike Henry, I want to have control over my time travel. Of course, I would want to travel to my "happy" past instead of my sad ones and instead of my future. Reliving the happy memories seems fun, but experiencing the sad portion of the past is like torturing one's emotions and experiencing the future is like spoiling the mystery of one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT reality check? It is so impossible for a person to have a genetic disorder that would cause him to travel through time. Isn't it? Yet this unrealistic case resulted in a brilliant unique love story. &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/4419046202309355597-4255208036129319622?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4255208036129319622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4255208036129319622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4255208036129319622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4255208036129319622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-travelers-wife-by-audrey.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/ST9SBmW1EgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-bYoP4A_W4g/s72-c/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4968222462902087341</id><published>2008-11-25T18:34:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:17:37.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>"The Pursuit of Happyness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chris Gardner said to his son Christopher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't ever let somebody tell you, you can't do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not even me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You got a dream, you gotta protect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you, you can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;If you want something, go get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, period."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-4968222462902087341?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4968222462902087341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4968222462902087341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4968222462902087341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4968222462902087341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/11/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='&quot;The Pursuit of Happyness&quot;'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-6266916965270167948</id><published>2008-11-24T18:42:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:29:34.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><title type='text'>La Union, Philippines 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqMkqvoDkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GtzrP50JDDo/s1600-h/DSC06235.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqMkqvoDkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GtzrP50JDDo/s320/DSC06235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272180875367812674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to go to La Union. It was my first time EVER to surf! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Union is definitely one of the best places to surf in the Philippines&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe, in the world&lt;/span&gt;)! =) The waves are great, which I'm sure amateur and professional surfers alike would really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La Union is around 250 kilometers away from Manila. It will take you 6 to 8 hours to get there, depending on the day and time of departure (considering traffic, bus stops,...etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqNGL1B9sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wynhUCEBv8M/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqNGL1B9sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wynhUCEBv8M/s320/DSC06210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272181451184535234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/STY6nS6wrMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BQc8jgQyfSk/s1600-h/DSC06222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/STY6nS6wrMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BQc8jgQyfSk/s320/DSC06222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468460278721730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my weekend / short vacation in La Union. Great company! I went with my Ateneo friends Patty, Glenne, Krizia, Jino and Jay. We took a bus (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Cubao, Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;) at 10 pm, Friday. Then we arrived around 4 am, Saturday in San Juan, where we stayed in a small place (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just right across Sebay Resort&lt;/span&gt;). We slept until 7 am first, before we hit the water, as we obviously all needed to rest first. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously wasn't able to sleep the whole time in the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqVotwtGdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Uu-yeIBEhno/s1600-h/DSC06218.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqVotwtGdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Uu-yeIBEhno/s320/DSC06218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272190840501770706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of us were just beginners, we opted to surf in Bacnotan which has smaller waves than San Juan (where we were staying). Bacnotan is approximately 15 minutes jeepney ride away from San Juan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I definitely had fun surfing!&lt;/span&gt; =D And thanks to my instructor too. For a first timer, you just really have to master your balance on the board and you can learn faster than you expect. But of course, there's more to learn if you really want to be like the experts or other great surfers you watch on TV or movies. And like any others, it is still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practice that makes it perfect&lt;/span&gt;. But anyway, I find it interesting to learn surfing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Price for surfing lessons and board rental was Php1,600 for 2 mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;nings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqWmpMBY6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ruH-YFHTCUQ/s1600-h/DSC06263.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqWmpMBY6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ruH-YFHTCUQ/s320/DSC06263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272191904426058658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqXkG7WnoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a9s4gpyOQtg/s1600-h/DSC06253.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/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqXkG7WnoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a9s4gpyOQtg/s320/DSC06253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192960381230722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched the sunset in San Juan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaww... I really love sunsets. &lt;/span&gt;And of course, the trip would not be complete without drinking by the beach at night! We had rhum coke, beer (for the boys) plus chips to enjoy on the beach. =) Fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left the next day, Sunday at 1:30 pm and arrived Manila around 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*** Thanks Patty, Glenne, Krizia, Jino and Jay for the great La Union trip! 'Til next time guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I really enjoyed it, even more that our brains weren't working much during the trip. Hahaha! ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-6266916965270167948?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6266916965270167948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=6266916965270167948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6266916965270167948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/6266916965270167948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-union-philippines-2008.html' title='La Union, Philippines 2008'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSqMkqvoDkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GtzrP50JDDo/s72-c/DSC06235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4635085915946173610</id><published>2008-11-19T00:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:38:09.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>I shall believe in "MY time".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish God will give me "MY time". I believe He will. I just need to patiently wait for it to come. I know it's not yet too late. It will be there for me at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when will that arrive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I ask Him to grant me more patience to wait and believe in His time, and still be grateful regardless.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/4419046202309355597-4635085915946173610?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4635085915946173610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4635085915946173610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4635085915946173610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4635085915946173610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-shall-wait-for-my-time.html' title='I shall believe in &quot;MY time&quot;.'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-5130257675037754336</id><published>2008-11-12T19:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:25:48.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSLj2dfMW1I/AAAAAAAAADw/krpw69vUex4/s1600-h/eatpraylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSLj2dfMW1I/AAAAAAAAADw/krpw69vUex4/s320/eatpraylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270025038744804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="underline" onclick="openAndMoveWindow('/booksearch/imageviewer.asp?ean=9780670034710');return(false);" href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/imageviewer.asp?ean=9780670034710" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book about "one woman's search for everything across Italy, India and Indonesia". Liz traveled to Italy to find pleasure, India to find devotion and Indonesia to find balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book. And if given the time, money and opportunity, I would also opt to find myself by traveling across the world. I guess I will go to France to find pleasure, Tibet to find devotion and Nigeria to find balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also leave everything to do what I like, do what I love, let go of negative thoughts and feelings, have stronger faith in God, believe in the power of love, and learn a LOT more things I never thought I would. I would pack all of these on my way home as I remember all my experiences and ensure that I live up with it. Then, I could be wiser and more mature in life.&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/4419046202309355597-5130257675037754336?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5130257675037754336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=5130257675037754336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5130257675037754336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/5130257675037754336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/11/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SSLj2dfMW1I/AAAAAAAAADw/krpw69vUex4/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-3330785548782116765</id><published>2008-11-06T10:12:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:22:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow my dreams. Do my passion. Put where my heart is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last two days marked another important point in my history. That was something to remember. Hence, something to be highlighted in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She will be one of my most unforgettable characters in my story. I guess, she went out of her usual way, took chances to be concerned and spoke as an experienced woman. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;At least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, that's what I believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was definitely surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Who the heck am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was confused (maybe, still now). I was sort of speechless. I did not expect that by just popping one bubble, everything would come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;One day I'm there, next day I'm out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I doubted the sincerity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Was she too good to be true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I doubted my principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Can my decisions in life be really easily shaken by just one person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for any reason or motive she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I know she was right. I felt exactly the same as what she told me. I have been asking the same question, and she just reiterated the answer deep inside I already know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I guess she deserves a thank you note for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It was as if she can really read my mind. According to her, she has a strong feeling for what I think and feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Really? Because I think I left no evidence for her to trail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In any way, she saw something in me. I was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still feel grateful somehow. She made a point and I would like to believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a very intelligent woman. What am I doing there? I know what I want in my life and so I should already set my foot on something that I love. If I can't see myself doing it for a very long time, then why waste time on doing it? There are things in life that we do not need to experience (just for the sake) if we already know in the first place that we do not like it. That's wasting our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are a lot more opportunities for me out there that would better suit me, my skills and capabilities. I can see myself somewhere not there. I am intelligent. It might take time, but I will find it. It's not enough to say I like doing it. I should love it. And for sure, loving what I do will take me very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should not always think about what others would say. Think about what's inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FOLLOW MY DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;DO MY PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;PUT WHERE MY HEART IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And even if many would disagree and see things the opposite way, I still chose otherwise. In the end, I decided myself. So no other people should be blamed for the manipulation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it's brainwash, let it be. There's nothing I can do about it already. There's no turning back. What's done is done. Time to move on and immediately take a step forward after the shift I have just done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-3330785548782116765?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3330785548782116765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=3330785548782116765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3330785548782116765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/3330785548782116765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/11/follow-my-dreams-do-my-passion-follow.html' title='Follow my dreams. Do my passion. Put where my heart is.'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-4648373973407087615</id><published>2008-10-12T15:27:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:24:44.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><title type='text'>Singapore and Johor, Malaysia 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn't supposed to go to Singapore with my family since I'm no near entitled of a vacation leave from work (because I'm a newly hired employee) and for other personal reasons I was over thinking of. But oh well, I ended up deciding to go with them 5 days before the departure. I had an unpaid "sick" leave from work. Good thing, it was a holiday (Ramadan)  that Wenesday, which is our day of departure, so I  only had 2 days of "sick" leave from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As expected, everything didn't go well and smooth as I wanted of a vacation trip to be. It wasn't the perfect travel I'm always really excited of and after, very fulfilled of. Not because I don't like the country, but because of other reasons! Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, I actually like Singapore. It wasn't as clean and orderly as I've expected it to be, But generally, the place was nice. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Raffles Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGpT9a994I/AAAAAAAAABo/IfXmfid5lWQ/s1600-h/DSC05756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGpT9a994I/AAAAAAAAABo/IfXmfid5lWQ/s320/DSC05756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168400488363906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGqe8UDDpI/AAAAAAAAABw/k0iy2SGc8go/s1600-h/DSC05769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGqe8UDDpI/AAAAAAAAABw/k0iy2SGc8go/s320/DSC05769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169688681090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGr5TMUQcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CZ31fDQvCc0/s1600-h/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGr5TMUQcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CZ31fDQvCc0/s320/DSC05810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171241010905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGsDHMkWrI/AAAAAAAAACA/7eKbI2rToBA/s1600-h/DSC05947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGsDHMkWrI/AAAAAAAAACA/7eKbI2rToBA/s320/DSC05947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171409589426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGuutOrRYI/AAAAAAAAACY/x341DZQ4sUc/s1600-h/DSC05828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGuutOrRYI/AAAAAAAAACY/x341DZQ4sUc/s320/DSC05828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256174357556446594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear, the penguins there are soooo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGu8gvDIKI/AAAAAAAAACg/bHQkPzJnkyw/s1600-h/DSC06062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGu8gvDIKI/AAAAAAAAACg/bHQkPzJnkyw/s320/DSC06062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256174594720735394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGvdE8knXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ezoOrWtiaGo/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGvdE8knXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ezoOrWtiaGo/s320/DSC05629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256175154196946290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink dolphins' show in Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also crossed the border of Singapore and Malaysia. But we weren't able to travel around Malaysia (like, go to Kuala Lumpur) because we didn't have enough time to spend in Malaysia and we wanted to go around in Singapore more. So, we ended up eating and shopping in Johor only, accompanied by my dad's friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGsoLmxI-I/AAAAAAAAACI/fEe7Ke15Swc/s1600-h/DSC05701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGsoLmxI-I/AAAAAAAAACI/fEe7Ke15Swc/s320/DSC05701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256172046428218338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4419046202309355597-4648373973407087615?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4648373973407087615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=4648373973407087615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4648373973407087615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/4648373973407087615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-and-johor-malaysia-2008.html' title='Singapore and Johor, Malaysia 2008'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SPGpT9a994I/AAAAAAAAABo/IfXmfid5lWQ/s72-c/DSC05756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-2381456606838185826</id><published>2008-09-23T17:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:24:21.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Third Person You Meet in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Person Eddie Meets in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL PARENTS DAMAGE their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the print of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage done by Eddie's father was, at the beginning, the damage of neglect. As an infant, Eddie was rarely held by the man, and as a child, he was mostly grabbed by the arm, less with love than with annoyance. Eddie's mother handed out the tenderness; his father was there for the discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the final handprint on Eddie's glass. Silence. It haunted their remaining years. His father was silent when Eddie moved into his own apartment, silent when Eddie took a cab-driving job, silent at Eddie's wedding, silent when Eddie came to visit his mother. She begged and wept and beseeched her husband to change his mind, to let it go, but Eddie's father would only say to her, through a clenched jaw, what he said to others who made the same request: "That boy raised a hand to me." And that was the end of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect. Violence. Silence. And now, someplace beyond death, Eddie slumped against a stainless steel wall and dropped into a snowbank, stung again by the denial of a man whose love, almost inexplicably, he still coveted, a man ignoring him, even in heaven. His father. The damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS RARELY LET go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Third Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby stepped toward him. "Edward," she said softly. It was the first time she had called him by name. "Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive, Edward. Forgive. Do you remember the lightness you felt when you first arrived in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is my pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    "That's because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed of it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touched his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to forgive your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Mitch Albom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five People You Meet in Heaven ---&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/4419046202309355597-2381456606838185826?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2381456606838185826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=2381456606838185826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2381456606838185826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2381456606838185826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/09/third-person-eddie-meets-in-heaven.html' title='The Third Person You Meet in Heaven'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-1404880138508163301</id><published>2008-09-22T17:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:30:55.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His New Tyranny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was the worst so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He made it sound like it was that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That he does not know me&lt;br /&gt;That he does not care much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He made me feel like I'm the biggest dirt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I grew up to be the bad one going in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do I manage to be the very best of me with others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But feel the very worst with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I always ask myself if I'm really as bad as he thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because as much as I'd like to think that I am not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His voice is too loud not to haunt my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is too strong not to instill it in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as much as I don't like it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess the water is getting thicker than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He declared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the new rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HIS rules per se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also heard straight from his mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He doesn't care of my opinion about the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no use in forcing my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't need to talk about what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if I can't suck it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I have the option to leave&lt;br /&gt;(Or was that if I have no option anymore?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because it's either black or white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's either I live with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or I leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm afraid I'm not yet ready to be by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think I have enough courage yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I know in my heart that I should not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I don't want to be labeled as the ungrateful one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-1404880138508163301?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1404880138508163301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=1404880138508163301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1404880138508163301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/1404880138508163301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/09/his-new-tyranny.html' title='His New Tyranny'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8130647216830891214</id><published>2008-08-28T19:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:47:50.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>On Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why should we embrace the changes in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;. We don't like it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. &lt;/span&gt;We either adapt to change or we get left behind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts to grow&lt;/span&gt;, anybody who tells you it doesn't is lying, but here's the truth sometimes the more things change the more they stay the same. And sometimes... oh... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes change is good&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes change is everything.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;          -Dr. Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy Season 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it can happen so quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as we know&lt;br /&gt;It can change in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely friendship can blossom&lt;br /&gt;Important careers can be tossed aside&lt;br /&gt;A long lost hope can be rekindled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still, you should grateful for whatever changes life throws at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all too soon&lt;br /&gt;The day will come&lt;br /&gt;When there are no changes left&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Mary Alice Young, Desperate Housewives Season 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;TRUE. We get frightened by the changes in our lives, because we do not want to let go of things and we want things to stay the same as they are, OR we're just not ready to face the change and its consequence. So we firmly refuse it, or we pretentiously act nothing has happened or should happen. But here's the thing, change is part of everyone's life. Even insects undergo metamorphosis or adapt to change in order to survive. Like death, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change is inevitable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get frightened by the changes in our lives, but we can't forever avoid these. Shouldn't we just be thankful that changes do happen? That just means we have a LIFE, and that is something to be grateful about. Right? It's just up to us to attach meaning, use and purpose to it. Shouldn't we just embrace these changes? It's not wrong to fear since it's perfectly normal. But we should at least be open to changes because we never know when at one point along our way, we can no longer feel any of these... like, NO change at all. THAT I think is more frightening than change.&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/4419046202309355597-8130647216830891214?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8130647216830891214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8130647216830891214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8130647216830891214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8130647216830891214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-should-we-embrace-changes-in-our.html' title='On Change'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-7750512784139994254</id><published>2008-08-14T21:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:46:18.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><title type='text'>Point vs. Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An argument exists between the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt;" and the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point &lt;/span&gt;argues that he is better than a circle. Yes, a point can make you immobile. But you do not have to go around in motion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;only to go back to where you came from. You do not have to make the small swirl or the big loop, no matter how fantastic it looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or how amusing to make it, only to end up on the same point you have started from. It is like wasting your paint against a piece of art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which could have taken you farther than your beginnings. A walk along the circle can preoccupy you with unnecessary things, but a point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will allow you to sit and deeply reflect on what is important or what matters the most. So when the right time comes your way, you have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wisdom to do something way more worthy than wasting time going around the circular motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circle &lt;/span&gt;argues that he is better than a point. Yes, a circle will take time to get you to nowhere but to your origin. Yet in defense, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;motion would not be a waste of time. It is your choice, a small swirl or a big loop, and whichever you choose between is actually not the issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A circle would bring you great experiences and unexpected learnings that a point can never bring you. The journey along the circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; would make you realize the beautiful blessings you have inside and take pride for what you have achieved and conquered over time. At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the same time, the travel along the circle would allow you to see amazing things beyond your boundaries and look for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;possibilities you can achieve and conquer out the vast space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point &lt;/span&gt;says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be conservative or at least, be moderate on making decisions. They say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is short.&lt;/span&gt;" and that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only get to live onc&lt;/span&gt;e.". We can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never bring back time and repeat things over the way we perfectly want it. Sometimes, a risk is actually more dangerous than it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;appears to us. So be wise from the very start, it is the only way we can avoid making bad mistakes and painful regrets. A point is better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to make than to waste your ink on a circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do not fear to try. It is better to know and experience than forever think about what could have been... IF only. They say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is better to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.&lt;/span&gt;" We make mistakes, but we learn from these. We experience pain and troubles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but we become stronger because of these. A circle is better than to do nothing but a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4419046202309355597-7750512784139994254?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7750512784139994254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=7750512784139994254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7750512784139994254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/7750512784139994254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/2008/08/point-vs-circle.html' title='Point vs. Circle'/><author><name>Traveling Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-2218633578804162926</id><published>2008-08-11T21:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:37:30.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling Dreamer'/><title type='text'>I hope it's worth the wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will I wait for IT? How long CAN I wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just hope it's really worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should quote Jordin Sparks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;There's no need to rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like learning to fly or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That we find the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419046202309355597-2218633578804162926?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2218633578804162926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=2218633578804162926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2218633578804162926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/2218633578804162926'/><link rel='alternate' 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could run away as fast as I can, as far as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope they won't be able to catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I wouldn't get tired from running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wouldn't slip and fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet if I will, I hope I could instantly put my head up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pursue the marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run like there's no more tomorrow and stop like it would kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breathe endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Endure any amount of pain and perspiration, like I'm invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I can be stronger than ever, braver than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a battle against myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Against my weaknesses and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could run away as fast as I can, as far as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And one day, reach the road I can not even begin to fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But a wondrous road I have always imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know how long it would take me to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much time to allocate and distance to anticipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it would be very toilsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart would pump like million bits per second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blood would run like the pressure would erupt my veins in a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I would catch air like it would be forever gone in an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it would not be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But at least, I could run away&lt;br /&gt;To a place I have always dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run Away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Away like I have always wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418073322700374280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37kj468ZkQs/SZU3v9mc9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QLNMDTpw0Mw/S220/DSC00297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419046202309355597.post-8530820127810264606</id><published>2008-07-21T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:19:40.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Why do sometimes I feel that I know the person really well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I look underneath the circumstances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just realize that I was just looking on the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why do sometimes I feel that I can be trusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With secrets I can keep or incidents I can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I look at the bigger picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just realize that it's made up of puzzles that do not fit at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unlikely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But people can be wrong, and I can be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who are we in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I know it's rude to be sort of pissed off and be selfish about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;But I see gray and blurry areas&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, if you do not understand&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, if you do&lt;br /&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/4419046202309355597-8530820127810264606?l=ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasoflivingbytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8530820127810264606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419046202309355597&amp;postID=8530820127810264606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8530820127810264606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419046202309355597/posts/default/8530820127810264606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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