<?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-6701654755835369131</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:38:35.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avaron</title><subtitle type='html'>just another blog of a traveler in the making - a tapestry of her late night-musings, unanswerable questions, wild imaginations, unspoken thoughts, sentiments and ruminations wrought by life's happy and sad moments...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-6508311237665700199</id><published>2008-09-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:16:50.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your confidence will help you connect with people who can offer you opportunities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know you're smart, and your confidence and intellectual strengths will come in very useful today. They'll help you get noticed and connect with people who can offer you the opportunity you have been waiting for. So don't shy away from innovative ideas that make you feel strange or confused. You're at your best when you're forced to figure stuff out -- and it will be your ability to solve a puzzle that will show important people that you are a force to be reckoned with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6701654755835369131-6508311237665700199?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6508311237665700199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=6508311237665700199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6508311237665700199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6508311237665700199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008/09/bottom-line-your-confidence-will-help.html' title=''/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-8936143702509560642</id><published>2007-12-05T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:11:58.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter life crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;25.. quarter of a century.. Gosh, Im getting old! Feel like Im experiencing the so-called quarter life crisis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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 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 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University" title="University"&gt;university&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College" title="College"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school"&gt;high school&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elementary_school" title="Elementary school"&gt;elementary school&lt;/a&gt; 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;financially-rooted stress&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;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6701654755835369131]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6701654755835369131-8936143702509560642?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8936143702509560642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=8936143702509560642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/8936143702509560642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/8936143702509560642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007/12/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter life crisis'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-1961134270397595634</id><published>2007-08-09T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:11:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tinamaan ako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="commonbox"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;span class="help"&gt;[&lt;a class="questionMark" title="Help" href="http://friendster.custhelp.com/cgi-bin/friendster.cfg/php/enduser/std_adp.php?p_faqid=175"&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="flo200"&gt; &lt;div class="ic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.friendster.com/images/horoscopes/sagittarius_lg.gif" alt="Sagittarius" title="Sagittarius" border="0" height="83" width="83" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Questioning where you are going is always a healthy thing to do. Check yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;When did you get the idea that having doubt in your life was a bad thing? Sure, it might cause you to pause your progress right in the middle of a nice groove, but questioning where you are going is always a healthy thing to do. So don't hesitate to check yourself today. Even if you're happier than you have ever been, just do a bit of a review of how you're feeling about things. Take your emotional pulse and confirm that you know what you're doing -- and want more.&lt;/p&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/6701654755835369131-1961134270397595634?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1961134270397595634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=1961134270397595634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/1961134270397595634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/1961134270397595634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007/08/tinamaan-ako.html' title='tinamaan ako!'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-419887988404370397</id><published>2007-07-12T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:54:42.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it hurts to see you soaring high knowing i can't join you as you explore ethereal skies.. but no matter how high you might fly and wherever the wind may take you, i'll keep watching you from the ground with admiration and hope that at end of day when you're tired and in need of a place to rest your weary wings, there's no other nest you'd want to come home to but my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6701654755835369131-419887988404370397?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/419887988404370397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=419887988404370397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/419887988404370397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/419887988404370397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-654113136422078970</id><published>2006-07-29T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:46:58.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking aloud…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve tken this from my reaction paper re Paulo Freire’s Pedagogy of the Oppressed. It’s a good read, you’d find there very profound thoughts by Freire himself, but I don’t totally agree with him.. well, here’s what I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paulo Freire’s ideas about the effectiveness of a problem-posing method of education are for me undoubtedly true. He has clearly explained why such method is far more effective than the banking concept of education wherein the teacher deposits and the students collect and store. I believe that the Freire’s problem-posing method is mutually beneficial on the part of the teacher and the students, as there is an exchange of ideas and an opportunity for the students to inquire, clear their doubts and misconceptions, express their thoughts or opinions, and share their added knowledge. A classroom setting wherein the teacher and the students engage in enriching, lively and critical discourse is indeed very ideal for learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, I do not necessarily acknowledge Paulo Freire’s theses and arguments that emphasize the banking education’s futility and oppressive characteristic. While I agree that using problem-posing method “from the outset” and not just as an “interim measure” is more beneficial or more favorable for learning of both parties, I don’t agree that banking education instead of Freire’s method is totally useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I believe that learning is a continuous process and going to school or particularly, listening to the teacher’s lecture or engaging in classroom discussion is just a part of that whole learning process. To say that banking method is useless or the problem-probing method is the only or the most effective means of educating students is too presumptuous because learning is subjective or is a personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even when there is a very lively dialogue between a teacher and a student or among the teacher and all his students, one cannot be totally sure learning actually takes place. This is because the student, although very participative in class, may not apply what he has learned when goes out of the classroom. In the same manner, even when the teacher is the only one speaking (as in the banking method) while student merely listens, one cannot conclusively say there is no learning on the part of the student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As what has been discussed in the modules, we may not be conscious that the process of learning or acquiring culture takes place, but we learn and acquire culture in one way or another. The transfer or culture from one person to another or from one group to another need not be verbally, tangibly, visibly or explicitly recognized in order for it to actually happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the same way, a student may not be conscious that he is actually learning but he may have absorbed something from what the teacher “banks” in him or what he learns in the classroom discussions—or he might be conscious but preferred to just listen (and hence, not just to store it as Freire argues). If he shares it to his friend, classmate, or family later on, he still becomes a re-inventor (Freire says knowledge emerges only through invention and reinvention). Moreover, if he is able to make necessary or significant realizations in his life through that knowledge given to him by his teacher, the very purpose of teaching is achieved—learning. In this scenario, the banking method may appear to be just an “interim method,” but it actually made a difference on the life of the student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Specifically, Freire attacked narration and memorization describing these as “mechanical” way of teaching. I also believe that these are less effective methods but then again, they may not be completely useless. Facts such as dates, numbers, names, places, etc may have some “sense” to a student, particularly to someone or those with special interest on the subject. It is again not good to assume that they do not mean anything to the student or to assume that the students, in the absence of discourse, dialogue or exchange of ideas, did not come into a realization or did not critically think about those facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking at it closely, Paulo Freire is in fact the one “projecting absolute ignorance onto others (the students)” as he assumes that the students do not learn anything or do not engage in any critical thinking. The fact that the student listens is a proof that he acknowledges what the teacher says. As he acknowledges that knowledge given to him, he actually thinks because one cannot agree to something without knowing what it is that you agree to or without understanding it. To agree with someone or to something is not necessarily the same as saying “yes.” Agreeing involves is cognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About the dichotomy of teacher and students, I believe that it is impossible to completely disregard it, even in the very ideal classroom setting where the teacher does not only teach but learn from his students as well and the students do not merely learn but teach the teacher as well. The reciprocal teaching and learning, although very ideal, should not necessarily destroy teacher-student relationship. The teacher still needs to be looked upon by students as an authority (although his authority is not absolute) so that they may give him due respect. I believe that having such an authority doesn’t make the students oppressed or the teacher himself an oppressor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The teacher-student relationship can be likened to a parent and child relationship. In the latter, reciprocal teaching and learning may also take place; however, the “dichotomy” of parent-child is still necessary. The parent remains to be the parent and the child remains to be the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Based on the dictionary, oppression means “to keep down by severe and unjust use of force or authority.” In a situation wherein the teacher lectures and the students willfully listens, I don’t think that there is an unjust use of force or authority on the part of the teacher. I believe that the student, as a human being, has instincts. Verbally questioning or silently pondering in response to a thought, information or idea given by the teacher is one of those instincts. For sure, a student would react (whether through a dialogue or through personal reflection) when he hears something disagreeable or agreeable. And in that process of reacting, learning takes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With regard to the prevailing culture among teachers, I observe that the banking method is generally practiced in teaching students in the elementary years as those very young students still need to be guided as to what kind of information they should take in. Since they are still in their formative years, in a way, they still need to be “spoon-fed” to ensure they are learning what they ought to learn. They have not yet gained enough wisdom to engage in critical thinking on their own; hence, they need guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I don’t think that banking method is purely practiced. Although grade school and even some high school students are more into memorizing facts and figures, I believe that recitations and classroom discussions are always encouraged; hence, what Freire calls as “oppression” doesn’t take place. &lt;/span&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/6701654755835369131-654113136422078970?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/654113136422078970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=654113136422078970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/654113136422078970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/654113136422078970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-thinking-aloud.html' title='Just thinking aloud…'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-3590699963236198369</id><published>2006-07-27T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:26:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope says…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don’t know if horoscopes are real, I don’t really believe in them but I find them entertaining, so I regularly check my horoscope at Friendster.com. It’s weird and somewhat funny that most of the time I can relate with my daily horoscope. Not that I completely rely on them but I always read them now so I can get some insights and some sort of encouragement, which they often give. Well, they make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here’s my horoscope for today.. It talks about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;changes.. wow, what could they be?! I’m not anticipating, but I’d love to welcome those BIG changes.. well, as you can see from the horoscope, those changes sound so positive.. i hope so.. ‘been very busy lately, but still bored..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There’s something… something… just something… yeah, there’s something missing… i don’t know what it is. maybe it could bring a whole new meaning to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z6/kldtinny/saguitarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z6/kldtinny/saguitarius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Big changes are afoot, so get ready for physical and emotional transformations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There’s a lot of activity flying around today — everyone’s moving a mile a minute (including you), and this fast pace is leaving you feeling invigorated. You also feel inspired by the changes that are starting to reveal themselves. Things are happening so quickly right now that you’re skipping over the boring stuff and getting right into the heart of the matter. Get ready for an intense physical, as well as emotional, transformation to take place over the next few weeks. Big changes are afoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6701654755835369131-3590699963236198369?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3590699963236198369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=3590699963236198369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/3590699963236198369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/3590699963236198369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-horoscope-says.html' title='My horoscope says…'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-6446877983977128117</id><published>2006-07-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:56:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or no deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Life is about making choices…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There’s one Supreme Being who permits us to do things and make decisions - good and bad - for reasons we may not know. Yes, He creates our destiny, but we still have choices. Living our life is simply making choices each day. To live each day is in itself a choice we make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6701654755835369131-6446877983977128117?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6446877983977128117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=6446877983977128117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6446877983977128117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6446877983977128117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or no deal?'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-6595995696381459460</id><published>2006-07-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:58:40.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we were strangers starting out on our journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;never dreaming what we’d have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now here we are and I’m suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no one told me I was going to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;unexpected what you did to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I lost hope you were there to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;life is a road now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a Wonderful journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i’ll be there when the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i’ll be there whenthe storm is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in the end I wanna be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now here we stand unafraid of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ike me alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know that my dream will live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i’ve been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nothing’s gonna tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you&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/6701654755835369131-6595995696381459460?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6595995696381459460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=6595995696381459460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6595995696381459460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/6595995696381459460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-8097036144552564683</id><published>2005-05-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:18:57.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOVE once LOST..and a LOVE that will RISE again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;A friend has forwarded this to me.. I just thought you'd like it the way i did.. or perhaps it'll strike you the way it hit me. Not that I've been through the same pain of loving and losing before but the writer's idea about falling and rising again is generally touching. I bet we all have went through the feeling of despair.. like it's the end of everything.. it's not something we feel only in love. But anyway, i'll share to you my thoughts next time. For now, I invite you take delight on this simple treasure that I have found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone who has gone through the agony of loosing someone he/she loves so much will still wish against all odds to have that love back again. But sometimes a love lost is a love gone forever. No amount of hope can bring back to life a relationship that just died a natural death. Set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly. Remember, it may rain for 40 days and 40 nights, but still it will not rain forever. One day the pouring will stop and there will be plenty of branches where you can find rest. One of these is where you will build your nest and star all over again. It's never too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may not find love and lose it but, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHEN LOVE DIES YOU NEVER DIE WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;. You cannot be a redeemer all your life. The best way to weigh a relationship is through the test of fire. You cannot be a sober with your mistake forever. We all fall and make wrong decisions but our blunders are meant to bury us deep in misery but to teach us the valued lessons of life. Loving is always a learning process. With love we learn how to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CARE AND SACRIFICE&lt;/span&gt;. We learn to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SHARE AND REACH OUT&lt;/span&gt;. We learn to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;UNSELFISH AND GIVE MORE THAN WE CAN&lt;/span&gt;. Then, when everything doesn't end well, we learn how it feels like to fall and get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But learning doesn't have to end there. After our fall, we strive to get back on our feet and move on. This is where we learn that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;LIFE DOESN'T END WHERE OUR HEARTACHES BEGIN. THERE'S NO FUTURE FOR A RELATIONSHIP OF LIES AND SELFISHNESS&lt;/span&gt;. It's true, there is life in love. But, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;THERE CAN STILL BE LIFE EVEN AFTER LOSING LOVE, IF YOU LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND AND LET YOUR HEART HEAL AND GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO FIND YOURSELF AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The success of a relationship lies not only in the beauty of its beginning but in its consistency. Make a choice not on impulse but decision based on a healthy balance of mind and heart. Let us always remember that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPINESS IS NOT A MATTER OF DESTINY BUT A MATTER OF CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;. There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than friendship. We star our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO FORGET SOMEONE YOU LOVE, WHAT YOU NEED TO LEARN IS HOW TO ACCEPT THE VERDICT OF REALITY WITHOUT BEING BITTER OR SORRY FOR YOURSELF. YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF GIVING THAT DEDICATION AND LOVE TO SOMEONE MORE DESRVING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. Always remember that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;IF YOU LOSE SOMEONE TODAY, IT MEANS THAT SOMEONE BETTER IS COMING TOMORROW. IF YOU LOSE LOVE, IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE FAILED IN LOVE. CRY IF YOU HAVE TO BUT MAKE SURE THAT TEARS WASH AWAY THE HURT AND BITTERNESS THAT THE PAST LEFT YOU WITH. LET GO OF YOUR YESTERDAY AND LOVE WILL FIND ITS WAY BACK TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime. A woman on the rebound could easily fall for sweeping emotions and be made falsely believe that she finally stumbled upon the right person, when what she just found is only someone to cover up for the love she lost. A man who makes a promise with words and not with actions may never live up to fulfill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;IT'S TRUE THAT LOVE CAN WAIT FOREVER BUT IT IS CRAZY TO STUBBORNLY HOPE FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN CARE OR UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL&lt;/span&gt;. Love makes us see the things through rose-colored glasses. Most of the time, we fail to recognize the danger sign that lights up along our way. This feeling you have nurtured for so long isn't healthy anymore. You must realize that you have to go now before it consumes you and your sanity. There is always a time to think and stop, a time to be sensible and not allow your hearts to rule over our heads.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY NOT IN THE ARMS OF A PERSON WHO KEEPS YOU WAITING BUT IN THE ARMS OF SOMEONE WHO WILL TAKE YOU NOW AND LOVE YOU FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If loving a person who is attached to someone else is a crime, then, maybe, many of us would have been jailed long before we realize what its consequences could have been. Loving someone is never a sin.. It's what people do out of love that sometimes makes it all wrong. The selfish desire to want that person is what makes it a sin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;DON'T THINK ONLY OF YOUR FEELINGS FOR REAL LOVE DOESN'T HAVE A PLACE FOR SELFISH PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;. When there is love, there are always sacrifices. When we love someone, we never easily give up on that person. Even if we get hurt badly, we always try to find a way to ease the pain and learn to understand and forgive. Loving too much doesn't hurt.. its when we expect this love to be reciprocated that we begin to seek approval and acceptance of the things we have done and when we are taken for granted and rejected, we curse the very same love that we once freely and happily offered. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME WAITING FOR SOMEONE WHO NEVER REALLY CARED ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD HAVE FELT. OPEN YOUR HEART AGAIN AND GIVE YOURSELF A CHANCE TO FIND THE MAN WHO WOULD MAKE LOVING WORTH THE PAIN AND THE SACRIFICE&lt;/span&gt;. Just like anything else, our love grows weak and dies, if not taken cared of. It can keep up with pain only to a certain extent. Beyond that, it withers without any hope of recovery and soon dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;GOD WAKES US IN THE MIDST OF A STORM TO TEACHES US A LESSON. HE TAKES AWAY PEOPLE WE LOVE SO WE CAN LEARN TO VALUE LOVE ITSELF. HE MAKES US CRY SO HARD SO WE CAN SEE CLEARLY WHEN WE OPEN OUR EYES. HE MAKES US BITTER SO WE CAN REALIZE THAT THERE IS NO GENUINE HAPPINESS IF WE THINK ONLY OF OUR OWN NEEDS AND NOT OF OTHERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relationships built on jealousy and selfishness are doomed from the very beginning. THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;HARDEST PART OF LOSING LOVE IS LETTING GO AND MOVING ON&lt;/span&gt;. Most of us cry endlessly over things that could have been but never will be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GOD ALLOWS US TO EXPERIENCE PAIN TO MAKE US STRONGER AND BETTER PERSONS&lt;/span&gt;. He will see us through the most trying and difficult times in our lives and only if we put our trust in Him can we learn to find joy in our tears and happiness in our sorrows. In many failed relationships, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SEPARATION COMES AS INEVITABLE BUT MOVING ON ALWAYS PROVES TO BE TWICE AS DIFFICULT AS LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, our choice to hold on is beyond the control of circumstances. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;LETTING GO IS A DECISION THAT CAN NEVER BE DICTATED TO US&lt;/span&gt;. It is a resolution we make to ourselves. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ACCEPTANCE IS THE KEY TO A NEW BEGINNING AND TIME IS THE HEALER OF ALL WOUNDS&lt;/span&gt;. Even if storm casts its fearful shadow, there will always be light after our darkness and loneliest moments. There is always hope for those who believe. There is always a chance for those who try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;LOSING SOMEONE WE LOVE MAY NOT BE A LOSS AT ALL BUT BLESSING BECAUSE SOMEONE EVEN MORE DESERVING IS YET TO COME&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing wrong in expressing our feelings to someone we love, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WE MUST ALWAYS BE SENSITIVE TO THE SIGNALS THAT TELL US WHEN TO RATIONALIZE AND BE SENSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;. There comes a time in our lives when we would fall for someone who wouldn't be as interested as we are because his attention is focused on someone else. There are many times when we love but don't get love in return. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THE SIGN AHEAD SAYS STOP BUT WE STILL STUBBORNLY HEAD ON&lt;/span&gt;. We would say our love is unconditional. But if it really is, then we should never feel bad. But why do we get frustrated when love turns sour? Because we still subconsciously seek acceptance and assurance from the people we care about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EING IN LOVE CAN BE THE MOST WONDERFUL THING WE COULD EXPERIENCE BUT IF THE FEELING BEGINS TO CONSUME OUR WHOLE BEING&lt;/span&gt;, THEN WE HAVE TO STOP AND LET OUR MINDS AND NOT OUR HEARTS DICTATE OUR ACTIONS. ONLY WHEN WE LEARN TO ACCEPT OUR FATE AND UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF OUR FAILURES CAN WE TRULY GO ON WITH LIFE. WITHOUT HAVING TO LOOK BACK AND CRY OVER THE THINGS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN BUT WILL NEVER BE&lt;/span&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/6701654755835369131-8097036144552564683?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8097036144552564683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=8097036144552564683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/8097036144552564683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/8097036144552564683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-once-lostand-love-that-will-rise.html' title='A LOVE once LOST..and a LOVE that will RISE again..'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-9202677278150430214</id><published>2005-05-24T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:44:01.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads: Fate or Just a Phase?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;HAVE you been in a crossroad or at least have felt like being in this kind of crucial, confusing, life-and-death and oh well, yes, depressing state? It’s hard being in this phase. It feels like the whole world is on your shoulders. The problem is not just choosing which road to take and where to go but what is it that you really like in life—in deeper sense, what your purpose is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PURPOSE&lt;/span&gt;. That word seems to be very difficult to understand or shall I say, to discriminate from other things that your heart desires—my heart desires. I have always been a dreamer. Since I was young (well, I’m still young. I mean back in the days when I can still go around the house just wearing my undies ;p), I have always found myself daydreaming. I imagined myself as an astronaut, a gymnast, a pilot, an architect, an engineer, a marine biologist, a novelist, lawyer, a writer-researcher, a traveler, a musician or composer and a dentist. And why not, of having my own family, a good husband and kids who are like my best friends, too (before, I used to dream of having just a son or daughter and no husband… I was man-hater then but that’s a different story). So anyway...BIG dreams they were! That’s one thing why kids are better of than grown ups. They’ve got lots of dreams and yes, confidence to dream BIG. They have FAITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;. As I journeyed on and turned away from the colorful world of childhood, this just grew faint as well. Perhaps it’s because of other’s comments and insults. Though most of them were not meant to hurt me, they left a seemingly perpetual anguish inside. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I’m always scared to try, to take the challenge, to go for the win, though deep inside, an innate voice of a fighter, a dreamer and an idealist entreats to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TO BE HEARD&lt;/span&gt;. Which voice? That’s the hardest part of it. Which voice should I follow? I’ve got lots of interests. I feel like I’m a jack of all trades, a master of none. I can do a lot of things—but I just know how to do them, never know how to do them expertly—not even one of them. Each interest just brings me to a wild fantasy and drives me to a near-perfect aspiration. There were times I was successful in realizing them; but many times, I failed—especially in things about my would-be career or profession, my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;. That is so hard to picture out. Only He knows exactly what it is. But I believe He gave us Free Will to do what we want, to shape our life the way we want to. His Will, though, shall be the Ultimate verdict. “It is God who directs the lives of his creatures; everyone’s life is in his power.” (Job 12:10) But He is Good. He let us do what we want so we must act. And what we do now will determine what we will become in the future. I know it’s not about being “someone” or being able to do “something” so praise-worthy that we ought to aim for, but rather, it’s about LIVING LIFE by doing that something He had made us capable of. And in that way, we can serve Him and ultimately when time comes, we can say to Him, “I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. It’s so big for a dreamer and so small for a quitter. Where am I right now? I’m in between and have since then been constantly hurled to and fro both ends. It’s miserable being at the middle, just wondering and thinking again and again what to do next so I can move forward. Although I feel so down many times, definitely I don’t want to quit. But when do I move on and which road shall I take? Will I forever be in this state or will I be able to get over this and finally get there. How I wish I know the answer. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;. If I need to wander off to find the right way, then I would. If I need to take different roads to discover where I’m supposed to go, then I would. If takes TIME, then I’ll pay the price. But I certainly cannot afford to lose that thing keeps me going right now, hope. &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/6701654755835369131-9202677278150430214?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9202677278150430214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=9202677278150430214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/9202677278150430214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/9202677278150430214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2005/05/crossroads-fate-or-just-phase.html' title='Crossroads: Fate or Just a Phase?'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-3123276269839269793</id><published>2005-03-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:17:20.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friends :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/3796/1024/sailors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/3796/320/sailors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Ever-pretty Sailor Warriors.. (Diane and Camille are not in the photo)&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/6701654755835369131-3123276269839269793?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3123276269839269793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=3123276269839269793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/3123276269839269793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/3123276269839269793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-best-friends.html' title='My best friends :)'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-481836000059473592</id><published>2005-03-16T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:28:51.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Mayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/3796/1024/mayonsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/3796/1024/mayonsunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mt. Mayon&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've always been fascinated by Mayon Volcano and that makes me a proud Albayano. Though I see it everyday (except of course on cloudy and rainy days), its stunning beauty has never ceased to catch my attention, especially early in the morning when everything else is quiet and still. Hmmm.. I can imagine the misty morning air caressing my skin, radiant flowers everywhere and Mt. Mayon on the background. Life in the Province is perfect, isn’t it? At least for these simple yet delightful treasures, it is. :)&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/6701654755835369131-481836000059473592?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/481836000059473592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=481836000059473592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/481836000059473592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/481836000059473592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2005/03/mt.html' title='Mt. Mayon'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-2299463947648479184</id><published>2005-02-27T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:05:24.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's meeh, tinny - blogging at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, finally I got a chance to start my blog! I’ve been planning to make my own for so long now, just can’t find time to sit and write. Well, I always had the time, or shall I say the “chance” to write; I’m just too lazy to flex my fingers and strike the keyboard. I’m not really used to writing down my thoughts—regularly—like keeping a diary or a journal, but I do have a simple notebook where I write down random thoughts, insights, poems, songs and anything that runs through my mind. I tried to keep a diary but eventually I lost the zeal to write down things that happen to me everyday. Okay, I admit, I’m too lazy to write! As Salvador P. Lopez said, “sloth is the only excuse a person…can validly give for being unable to write a fairly decent brand of speech.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways, here I am now…starting to write again…sharing my thoughts… revealing a part of my self…slowly coming out of my then ‘cloistered’ world. I’m not really so good with words—not that so good to call myself a “writer” much less, a superb conversationalist. I don’t talk that much but I can be surprisingly loquacious at times, especially with closest friends who can dance to my music. Yeah, I’m silent most of the time but my mind definitely isn’t. I’m much of a thinker (I’m not saying am a bit like Plato or Confucius, ’hope that term is acceptable though). I just have a penchant for ruminating on things…reading in between the lines…looking beyond the obvious…finding meaning beyond the literal. A friend of mine said I’m a puzzle. Maybe. Am fond of deciphering what’s hidden, searching for things lost, finding the truth. Call it love for poetry, which is for me, a noble art of re-forming truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Who is tinny? I can’t give you a virtually exact answer yet. Like most of young people my age, am still in the process of discovering things within my outside and my inner world. They say the longest journey is that towards your inner self. I think so too and I guess that journey takes a lifetime. However, even when we have already reached that ultimate end, I don’t think we can ever have a full knowledge of who we really are. We’re just human beings after all, we can’t know everything. Anyway, all I can say about myself is that I’m whole complex creature, a hybrid of all complexities and ironies. A paradox, that is. I can be apathetic and tough sometimes yet I can be so sensitive and weak. I can be energetic, passionate and hopeful yet dull, desperate and unmotivated sometimes. I can be kind and cruel too. I’m patient and persistent most of the time but I can get so impulsive and quick-tempered as well. Weird eh? Hahaha! Yeah, ‘am some kinda weird and unpredictable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That’s it for now. I’ll write more soon. Thanks for dropping by and “listening” to my late cold night musings…hehehe. :)&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/6701654755835369131-2299463947648479184?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2299463947648479184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=2299463947648479184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/2299463947648479184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/2299463947648479184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes-finally-i-got-chance-to-start-my.html' title='It&apos;s meeh, tinny - blogging at last!'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701654755835369131.post-1473882433311192423</id><published>2004-11-22T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:34:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, welcome to my blog! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lost Pages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lost pages of my life.. thoughts that had crept into my consciousness, ideas that had tickled my mind, experiences that had touched my sensibilities and my heart.. things that had been left unsaid, yet like the lost pages of a book, they complete my story.&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/6701654755835369131-1473882433311192423?l=travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1473882433311192423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6701654755835369131&amp;postID=1473882433311192423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/1473882433311192423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6701654755835369131/posts/default/1473882433311192423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerinthemaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/try.html' title='hi, welcome to my blog! :)'/><author><name>tinny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rh6W63k6c4/Sw-v9wIJULI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frENv-j2yE/S220/sMiLe!+035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
