<?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-5617580450066472101</id><updated>2011-10-06T00:22:33.797-07:00</updated><category term='ano say ko'/><category term='reality check'/><category term='stop BLOGGING my life'/><category term='just a reflection'/><category term='just a thought'/><category term='Karol says'/><category term='SALESian saying'/><category term='what is behind it...'/><category term='prayer life'/><category term='a silent thought'/><category term='in my opinion...'/><category term='i fall and i stand'/><title type='text'>MaGNum SIlenTiUM</title><subtitle type='html'>THE SILENCE OF THE HEART COME FROM THE GOD WHO IS THE GOD OF SILENCE, THE HOPE AND THE LONGING OF THE SOUL...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7408521621703798346</id><published>2011-02-09T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T04:26:01.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet suffering, guess what!!!</title><content type='html'>suffering, tell me? which is better, a thesis or a person difficult to understand? I would rather choose - that person. It is better for me use my heart than my head without anything inside... i don't like to think anymore!!! Pray for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7408521621703798346?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7408521621703798346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7408521621703798346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7408521621703798346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7408521621703798346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-suffering-guess-what.html' title='sweet suffering, guess what!!!'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-6928412046740542124</id><published>2009-12-29T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:19:11.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer life'/><title type='text'>prayer intimacy keeps us away from evil</title><content type='html'>prayer life, like what Fr. Rector told us in his good night talk, is more than a task or a responsibility, it is a "COMMITMENT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, pondering on this idea of prayer makes sense. Looking prayer at this perspective gives us an outlook that prayer is not a task but a promise grounded in love. I remember that if we would read the Scriptures, Jesus in his intimacy with the Father looked for time to pray, a really deep communication and "kamustahan" - shall we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like two lovers both living in distant places. Distance did not matter for they built a connection through media - internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the two lovers, more so like Jesus, let us build connections with someone who is really special - God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-6928412046740542124?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/6928412046740542124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=6928412046740542124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6928412046740542124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6928412046740542124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-intimacy-keeps-us-away-from-evil.html' title='prayer intimacy keeps us away from evil'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-6923818885858655649</id><published>2009-12-26T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:26:57.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend with the Lord</title><content type='html'>I was given the opportunity to have a weekend with the people in San Beda. They are contemplative monks.I was energized by the time they spent in prayer, their reverence in praying.If I am not mistaken, it happened last October 23 to 25, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer life strengthened during the span of those days. It was a very memorable event in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-6923818885858655649?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/6923818885858655649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=6923818885858655649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6923818885858655649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6923818885858655649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-with-lord.html' title='weekend with the Lord'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7791509115909794385</id><published>2009-10-31T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:26:31.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am weak</title><content type='html'>"work and temperance".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7791509115909794385?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7791509115909794385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7791509115909794385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7791509115909794385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7791509115909794385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-weak.html' title='I am weak'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-9222495334330157081</id><published>2009-08-07T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:15:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heheh</title><content type='html'>one of the most memorable experiences i had in my entire life is my 3- day stay in Cebu. who would ever think that i would go to Cebu this year? I am still confused and many questions arose. why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-9222495334330157081?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/9222495334330157081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=9222495334330157081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/9222495334330157081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/9222495334330157081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2009/08/heheh.html' title='heheh'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7312369102990558508</id><published>2009-07-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:12:13.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving in the process</title><content type='html'>all the while, i thought that everything would be just fine until one day i received a news that forever will haunt me, hopefully not until the day i die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7312369102990558508?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7312369102990558508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7312369102990558508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7312369102990558508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7312369102990558508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2009/07/grieving-in-process.html' title='Grieving in the process'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-683726001319929584</id><published>2008-12-14T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:44:53.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano say ko'/><title type='text'>Silence in the Contemplative Life</title><content type='html'>Life, Contemplative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, how do people in this life live? Haven't you asked yourself about this? Isn't it a bit tricky and mysterious when we talk about these kind of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, try checking it in the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-683726001319929584?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/683726001319929584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=683726001319929584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/683726001319929584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/683726001319929584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/12/silence-in-contemplative-life.html' title='Silence in the Contemplative Life'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-2484723087447246820</id><published>2008-12-14T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:41:58.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a silent thought'/><title type='text'>if...</title><content type='html'>What if some of the people you tend to trust before became the very people who would leave you behind? What if the people you need to be with leaves you in one corner all alone by yourself? What if your friends are only friends with you because you are rich or because you enjoy the same interest but never looks on your being as a friend is revealed in one way or another in their actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ifs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is quite impossible for us to believe that these things are happening, it is in fact the truth. It happens in us. It happens to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Try examining everyone who wishes to be your friends. The best thing about not doing so is this: Loving without expecting in return. This is what God did, unconditional love. No matter how bad mankind did to Him, He loved them and until now we are living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-2484723087447246820?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/2484723087447246820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=2484723087447246820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/2484723087447246820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/2484723087447246820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/12/if.html' title='if...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-5997820473999125193</id><published>2008-10-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:25:19.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am assured of this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day, while I was spending my time in the chapel, I was in the middle of meditation when I realized that I have concluded with my personal motto, that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I am finally assured that, I cannot live without you, O Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As i was writing my finals in EDU 201, to be honest that I had difficulty in doing it. Even looking for the title is a difficult thing for me and when I had completed it and done discerning on my title, I almost died thinking of a title and I ended up with this "total surrender".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to the motto I have concluded my meditation with, it is an act of surrender. I have many things that I need to learn but out of nothing, I have grasped this meaning of my life. I am in search of something better and more like of a treasure. I know everyday is a test for me to become totally surrendered. I love being challenged. I think it is making put the best foot forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. give me a favor. whoever read this, please take care of yourself, pray everyday and pray for all the people you want. treasure them and appreciate the simple things they have done for you.&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/5617580450066472101-5997820473999125193?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/5997820473999125193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=5997820473999125193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/5997820473999125193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/5997820473999125193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-assured-of-this.html' title='I am assured of this...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-5936513027765935558</id><published>2008-05-19T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:14:01.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internet</title><content type='html'>free... at camp john hay... comeandcheck it out. cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-5936513027765935558?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/5936513027765935558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=5936513027765935558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/5936513027765935558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/5936513027765935558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/05/internet.html' title='internet'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7217706851057129160</id><published>2008-05-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:32:41.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the depth of silence</title><content type='html'>It is better to remain silent than to talk with all the know words of the world. It is enough to destroy a person's personhood by a word. It is enough for a person to be buried in the ground just because of one word. It is enough to let a tear fall by every word that comes out from the mouth of a person. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is better for a person to remain silent in his own self and cell in prayerful communion with God tha follow the devil in corrupting young minds by useless thoughts and fantasies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Ad maiorem Dei gloriam." For the greater glory of God.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7217706851057129160?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7217706851057129160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7217706851057129160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7217706851057129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7217706851057129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-depth-of-silence.html' title='in the depth of silence'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-4693438495704058275</id><published>2008-05-10T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:56:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He breathed on them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SCWo@AoKCCsAAHlcum01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SCWpggoKCCsAAAR38M01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.mutatio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCWpggoKCCsAAAR38M01/Cathedra-HolySpirit.jpg?et=eRnMN9Ki0cZjzXstHGeJMw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SCWo@AoKCCsAAHlcum01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.mutatio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCWo@AoKCCsAAHlcum01/663e831ad2386b21.jpg?et=THw0mcLlvAQNfHpqkJkP4w&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Receive the Holy Spirit" On this day, I witnessed the confirmation of 204 catholics, 8 of them are from the Seminary. I am very thankful that I was able to witness this momentous event. I was made to realize that I AM ALREADY CONFIRMED. I should have grown in the Spirit of Christ. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It made me go back to examine myself. Have I really grown much from the day I was confirmed, that was when I was only seven years old? Have I improved or vice versa? Am I really filled with the Holy Spirit? Do people fell the Spirit within me through my words and actions?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"As the Father sent me, so I send you." Do people around me really feel that I am sent by the Father to them? Have I been a Christ - figure to the people I meet? &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-4693438495704058275?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/4693438495704058275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=4693438495704058275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4693438495704058275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4693438495704058275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-breathed-on-them.html' title='He breathed on them...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-4786534807981386136</id><published>2008-04-18T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:26:49.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>"If problems would make me pray longer ad if it can make me become serious in having a conversatio with you, give me all the problems in the world, Lord. I wish not to carry all of them but to have a close ecounter with you."  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-4786534807981386136?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/4786534807981386136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=4786534807981386136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4786534807981386136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4786534807981386136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-350061970319042489</id><published>2008-04-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:18:19.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"walk and talk"</title><content type='html'>"People talks as if they know everything, but in reality, they know nothing."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was there a time that we were able to think upon this simple line or sentence? Or do we often see this little sickness around us especially in the people whom we encounter with? Are we talking and talking and do nothing but talk?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, I admit that there are times that I talk and talk but not mean about it. I, myself, commit  the people's mistakes I point out from people's faults. I want change but it needs to start from the person inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate people who act as if they know everything. (to be honest)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-350061970319042489?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/350061970319042489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=350061970319042489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/350061970319042489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/350061970319042489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-talk.html' title='&amp;quot;walk and talk&amp;quot;'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7012596749590586864</id><published>2008-04-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:29:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak_me</title><content type='html'>"I am strong when I am weak."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7012596749590586864?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7012596749590586864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7012596749590586864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7012596749590586864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7012596749590586864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/weakme.html' title='Weak_me'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-493907509505927706</id><published>2008-04-14T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:42:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of everything?</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of this question ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you did before or if this is he first time, now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything? Out of this simple question, many answers can spring out from it. What does this question pertain to? Many things. Some funny ones, others serious things especially the experiences that we encounter, the problems we need to solve, a day to fulfill, requirements to pass this Friday. What more can you add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking of all these negative and positive experiences that we meet along the way, will we ask this question if we do it for someone special? Will we ever get tired of doing many things if we do it for someone we treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe yes. But in the things that I do, sometimes I do utter these words. After reflecting on this, I can say that "I get tired because I do it just for nothing, I do it because it is part of the schedule. I must learn to work and do things for someone really important in our life - the One behind all the blessings given to me and to all the people around me. He is none other than God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-493907509505927706?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/493907509505927706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=493907509505927706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/493907509505927706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/493907509505927706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired-of-everything.html' title='tired of everything?'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-8273461015335793137</id><published>2008-04-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:35:04.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized while I am preparing for the celebration of the Holy Mass that most of our dislikes shows our personality. Honestly, I, being the president of the batch, have presented may corrections of the thier mistakes but quietly applying the thing that I realized during my preparations, all the things that I have been saying reflects my behavior. None of them are theirs. Those were mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These things continues to remind me of what I see and what I keep myself from seeing. It is true that we are blinded by our pride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let us ask ourselves: Can we be &lt;font size="6"&gt;SILENT &lt;/font&gt;examples and not &lt;font size="3"&gt;LOCQUACIOUS &lt;/font&gt;and &lt;font size="3"&gt;TALKATIVE &lt;/font&gt;complainers? Can we not &lt;font size="5"&gt;IMITATE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;in a &lt;font size="6"&gt;SILENT &lt;/font&gt;way? Do we try our best whenever we control &lt;font size="5"&gt;OURSELVES &lt;/font&gt;or are we like dead fish who just go &lt;font size="5"&gt;with &lt;/font&gt;the &lt;font size="6"&gt;FLOW?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-8273461015335793137?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/8273461015335793137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=8273461015335793137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/8273461015335793137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/8273461015335793137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dislikes.html' title='Dislikes'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7332734532610371305</id><published>2008-04-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:51:28.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a silent thought'/><title type='text'>quote it...</title><content type='html'>"Two of the many things that can't be changed is love and joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added: It is over-flowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-7332734532610371305?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7332734532610371305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7332734532610371305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7332734532610371305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7332734532610371305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-it.html' title='quote it...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-187701277975919954</id><published>2008-03-04T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:27:17.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a silent thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><title type='text'>weak i am...</title><content type='html'>It is difficult for a man to accept that he is weak. Man has his pride to protect and he needs to be firm and strong in everything that he does. "I am weak." These words are difficult to hear from a man's voice especially when he no intention to accept everything especially weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, we always say that we are strong but in reality, we are weak. We often hear this usual adage, "In weakness we find strength." This is definitely true. Want to know why? Why? In those times that we are weak, we realize that we need someone to lean on and that is no other than the God we know, the God we Love and the God we worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, we give up and see ourselves on the ground. True as it is, "weak i am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-187701277975919954?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/187701277975919954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=187701277975919954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/187701277975919954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/187701277975919954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/03/weak-i-am.html' title='weak i am...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-8592198136289289481</id><published>2008-03-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:58:40.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>And I won't last a day... without you.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of this song? I hope you do because it really means a lot to me. It does not only speak of two lovers, as in literally two lovers living here on earth, having a commitment, promising each others future lives, planning about things they wish to attain, having a family, etc. I mean a different kind of lovers. Actually, now, as I reflect on the song, I realize that it also applies to us:Our relationship with the One true lover . We can't live without the one who truly loves us, who provides everything that we need, who takes care for us every moment of our life, who looks over us wherever we are, who in many ways manifested his love for us through our lives, the people we meet, and the experiences that we pass through every minute, every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought, to make the conversation more private: Do I really hunger for this Someone? Do I give importance to the things that He has been giving me since the day I was created up to this time I am here blogging? Have I been grateful for the blessings He has given me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-8592198136289289481?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/8592198136289289481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=8592198136289289481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/8592198136289289481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/8592198136289289481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-wont-last-day-without-you.html' title='And I won&apos;t last a day... without you.'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-2827915372197928717</id><published>2008-02-23T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:47:03.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>These days has been very hectic and busy. Time flies like broomsticks in Harry Potter(Nel this is for you) . It flies like a flashing wind: unnoticeable and too swift. Days really gone like a snap of a finger. Why, because I am too occupied by the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, every time I am involved in these activities, the best that I can do is enjoy. What would I get if I will only work for the sake of working alone? Useless... I think . I am just making myself look haggard after all  these preparations. The moments I spend everyday with work and how I look at things makes me who I am. If I do things because my only reason is to work for my own fame, the purpose of all these work is lost. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I came to realize all these things after the event. Reflecting on the effect of the event itself came into my mind. Why? I am too occupied of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, to tell you frankly, got lost. I have entered a mist that seems to be very thick and overcoming the whole of me. It feels that I was lost in the desert for a very long time or in trapped in an island where no one is to be found and to talk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here enters the real "TAKBUHAN NG BAYAN". Though we are lost, He keeps on looking for us. He looks on us as someone who is whole and ready to fixed again even though we think that we are lost or cracked. He is ready to say, "WAG KANG MABAHALA, NANDITO AKO."&lt;br /&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/5617580450066472101-2827915372197928717?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/2827915372197928717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=2827915372197928717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/2827915372197928717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/2827915372197928717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-6561749055255440618</id><published>2008-02-19T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:49:30.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a silent thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is behind it...'/><title type='text'>Define...</title><content type='html'>...Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is gift. What you don't possess, you can't give. If you don't love yourself, how can you love others. The basis of your love for others is how you love yourself.  In short, -LOVE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a self-giving of one's whole being.  If you love yourself alone, you are being selfish. If you love only what you love who loves you in return, who is going to love the "others" whom others do not love. - LOVE OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love even if it takes all you possess, even the most valuable possession you have. How do you manifest your love for others? By material wealth? By earthly things? No. Love if you don't have anything. It only takes one thing to love. - LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only love your friends, what reward is in it? - Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R7zTP0XJpoI/AAAAAAAAADE/dzWSgPtbJmY/s1600-h/JesusTeachingLovingChild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R7zTP0XJpoI/AAAAAAAAADE/dzWSgPtbJmY/s320/JesusTeachingLovingChild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169238741021730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, it is true. What is the lesson? Love. If it hurts, love more. If it hurts, love more. Love until it hurts no more. - Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love without expecting something in return. It is enough for you to know for yourself that you love yourself, you love others and you love GOD. These three are more than enough for us to live. How? Try looking for the answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-6561749055255440618?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/6561749055255440618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=6561749055255440618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6561749055255440618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6561749055255440618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/define.html' title='Define...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R7zTP0XJpoI/AAAAAAAAADE/dzWSgPtbJmY/s72-c/JesusTeachingLovingChild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-4489554123645262992</id><published>2008-02-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:47:15.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my opinion...'/><title type='text'>open arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is so simple. The only thing that makes it complicated are the ones having it - us. Accept everything with open arms and I am sure we will enjoy the game. Life is like love, the only difference is that life ends here on earth but love ,never. Love will always remain in the individual who treasures it most. It remains in the person who loves without measure, conditions and even second thoughts. We live and the purpose of living is loving. Everything started with love, continues with love and ends with love. All the things around this world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I don't know. Today is February 14, Happy Valentines! I typed (should I say) this opinion of mine not because of the day itself but because the world needs love in the every individual's heart. Love is not the reason why we live in this generation. It is more on our satisfaction and desire.&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/5617580450066472101-4489554123645262992?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/4489554123645262992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=4489554123645262992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4489554123645262992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4489554123645262992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/open-arms.html' title='open arms...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-3608697721654895693</id><published>2008-02-13T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:46:42.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano say ko'/><title type='text'>ano say ko...</title><content type='html'>May bukas pa... pwede pa gawin iyan bukas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these? These are the usual words from those who want to do things the hard way. They always think that there is always tomorrow to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that good habit especially for us students. Once we get older, this will become a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Do it now, not tomorrow. You will never know what tomorrow will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617580450066472101-3608697721654895693?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/3608697721654895693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=3608697721654895693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/3608697721654895693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/3608697721654895693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ano-say-ko.html' title='ano say ko...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-1766505210314288002</id><published>2008-02-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:48:36.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a silent thought'/><title type='text'>silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6-uxUXJpmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rZD8NFLX3Bc/s1600-h/silence_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6-uxUXJpmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rZD8NFLX3Bc/s400/silence_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165539459919881826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;yeap... Silence. I finally got tired of being noisy and loquacious all the time. Maybe lent might be a good starting point to begin a changed life. A silent life where secrets and mysteries are hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I love being silent these past hours. These are perfect moments to reflect on things and to safeguard everything that has to be protected. In my opinion, silence is what people need to become better individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different comments regarding this "silence" thing. Of course, not all the time should be spent in silent mode. Speaking necessary things would be just right. I love being silent. I hope you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless. God loves you...&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/5617580450066472101-1766505210314288002?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/1766505210314288002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=1766505210314288002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/1766505210314288002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/1766505210314288002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/silence.html' title='silence...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6-uxUXJpmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rZD8NFLX3Bc/s72-c/silence_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-4752000281376861341</id><published>2008-02-11T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:53:40.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop BLOGGING my life'/><title type='text'>writer's guild....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have found blogging a great practice in  writing literary pieces, making stories with morals, enriching one's mind, and even inspiring one's soul. I remember one seminarian opening up to me about blogging: "If blogging was present during the time of Don Bosco, He might have used it to save souls. Publishing his ideas in the net is as easy as one, two, three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the available resources those times, Don Bosco really might have used this means of communication in inviting boys to come to his Oratory. But sad to say, this kind of technology was not produced in their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privileged as we are, we all have the freedom in using Blog sites in our most pleasurable way. Some may use this in putting up "barkadas" in the web. Some may use this to express their emotions in it. Some may use it this way, some may use it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless. God loves you...&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/5617580450066472101-4752000281376861341?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/4752000281376861341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=4752000281376861341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4752000281376861341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/4752000281376861341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-guild.html' title='writer&apos;s guild....'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-6419252484989612693</id><published>2008-02-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:55:29.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i fall and i stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><title type='text'>i'll stand up again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67UR0XJpjI/AAAAAAAAACY/0FVjND4nAaI/s1600-h/baby+up+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67UR0XJpjI/AAAAAAAAACY/0FVjND4nAaI/s400/baby+up+steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165299225219147314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many have rejected me as who I am. That is why there are  doubts of people's identity and way of thinking. Knowing this,  I don't know where to place myself. I was lost and now trying hard to stand up again. The people in the past, who made me who I am now, really did a good job. It is a bit advantageous for me even though there are heartaches and tears that flowed out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not enough for me to know that many people made me fall when I was in my weakest point. I have to learn from them and face forward and not look back. Remembering those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be down but I will never stop fighting. I was trapped but now standing firm on my solid foundation. My foundation is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you love others shows the way how you love yourself. The people that you intend to hurt is not hurt. The opposite happens - you are hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless. God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5617580450066472101-6419252484989612693?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/6419252484989612693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=6419252484989612693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6419252484989612693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6419252484989612693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-stand-up-again.html' title='i&apos;ll stand up again...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67UR0XJpjI/AAAAAAAAACY/0FVjND4nAaI/s72-c/baby+up+steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7904553742155040926</id><published>2008-02-09T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:58:57.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karol says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a reflection'/><title type='text'>are you free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R62uWUXJpbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X50LjWmCr5E/s1600-h/gpii_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R62uWUXJpbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X50LjWmCr5E/s400/gpii_index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164976046109992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in            having the right to do what we ought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                    -Karol Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have our own notion freedom. One is different from one another showing visible signs of our uniqueness. When I was fourth year high school, I thought of freedom as a must. My idea of freedom is "I can do whatever I want." I wish to do this, I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, building this concept in our mind is bad. Freedom is not installed in our minds but rather selfishness. All that I have seen is what I want. What about the wants of others especially my parents, friends and of course - GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given Adam and Eve freedom to eat everything in the garden except fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. The devil tempted them and both Adam and Eve forgot about what God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;1. Many time we have fallen to commit the sins due to strong desires or temptations. Yes we are human beings. But have we tried our best in resisting these temptations?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have we used our freedom well as active members of the society and as good Christians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are in your hands, not mine. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your answers are, take this a challenge. Exercise your freedom by your simple responsibilities and tasks. You don't need to be killed just to accomplish this. Simple responsibilities in our lives will do and are enough exercise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile. God bless. God loves you.&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/5617580450066472101-7904553742155040926?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7904553742155040926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7904553742155040926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7904553742155040926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7904553742155040926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-have-i-done_09.html' title='are you free...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R62uWUXJpbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X50LjWmCr5E/s72-c/gpii_index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-6213605846604049199</id><published>2008-02-08T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:02:01.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SALESian saying'/><title type='text'>By the WAY...</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/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67LNEXJpgI/AAAAAAAAACA/N2z3pxHKSGo/s1600-h/open_road_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67LNEXJpgI/AAAAAAAAACA/N2z3pxHKSGo/s400/open_road_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165289248010118658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, we had the way that Jesus lived: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE WAY OF THE CROSS&lt;/span&gt;. Calling to mind the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; of Christ makes me strengthen my will about events in our simple yet meaningful lives. The problems we encountered in the past, even if they are already in the past , there are bits of these pieces which we can't overcome up to now. But come to think of it, we have these small obstacles blocking our track called life and yet usually make these tiny problems big as a giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my point?&lt;br /&gt;I think that we should struggle more. If one day we wake up thinking of these problems. Wait a minute! Teka lang! We have a God who is ready not only to help us but also guide us to make the right decisions if ever we find ourselves lost in the darkness of doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Religious life is a Mount Calvary where the lovers of the Cross lives."  - St. Francis of Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Carry your cross with a smile ( i don't know how but just try, you won't lose anything)... love what you do everyday... Give your best shot... Live not because you want to please someone but because you want to please Him - God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... Homily bah... uhuh... no! Just a friendly reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless... God loves you...&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/5617580450066472101-6213605846604049199?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/6213605846604049199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=6213605846604049199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6213605846604049199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/6213605846604049199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-way.html' title='By the WAY...'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R67LNEXJpgI/AAAAAAAAACA/N2z3pxHKSGo/s72-c/open_road_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-7996435586917638415</id><published>2008-02-07T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:21:01.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>It only takes a spark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6vXxtYU5XI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tFbNJg8IE5I/s1600-h/HungerCandleFlameMMMemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6vXxtYU5XI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tFbNJg8IE5I/s400/HungerCandleFlameMMMemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164458646705595762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know that song? Me? Uhmmmm... NO!!! But I firmly believe in that song that it only takes someone to start on something for it to flourish... In our culture today, not much of us are fond of doing things our way... we tend to "go with the flow" not "go against the flow." Why? Usually, when I ask people about this, their first answer is FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the most dominant feeling we have whenever we take risks and steps we don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Fear has not yet come to my mind but we will never know when things might go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization: The only we thing we can do is PREPARE for whatever might happen. TRUST in the goodness of the Lord. He is good, His Love endures forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS. GOD LOVES YOU.&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/5617580450066472101-7996435586917638415?l=kalakbaymo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/feeds/7996435586917638415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617580450066472101&amp;postID=7996435586917638415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7996435586917638415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617580450066472101/posts/default/7996435586917638415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalakbaymo.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-only-takes-spark.html' title='It only takes a spark!'/><author><name>silentium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168932382862131986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6vXxtYU5XI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tFbNJg8IE5I/s72-c/HungerCandleFlameMMMemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617580450066472101.post-1995805751595658450</id><published>2008-02-07T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:33:48.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>life as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6vaddYU5YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/l5ZkRu_6nP0/s1600-h/img333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVT9uSFXeXI/R6vaddYU5YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/l5ZkRu_6nP0/s400/img333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164461597348128130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a soul is captivated by charity, even activities that seem very unimportant are eminently pleasing to God. - St. Francis de Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the most simple things you do... ultimo paglalaba ng mga damit, ultimo paglilinis ng cr, pagwalis ng tuyong dahon... anything.... everything that seems to look useless and worthless, if it is performed with love, from worthless, it will be worth doing. from less valuable, it will become the most valuable thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charity... Love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the fascinating lessons I have learned here in the Seminary and am still absorbing is Charity or Love. We have to face the fact that all of us are from different background, culture, traditions, appearances. Let us just simplify things, we have different ways of interpreting things, events, and problems. We have our own way of solving misunderstandings and failures.  He has his own way of putting things up. I have my own way of putting things up. But we all have a single cry, a single call, a single motivation - to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situation: There was once a boy, a high school student studying in a prestigious school, regarded as one of the weirdos of the batch. No one seems to accept him as who he is. The batch wishes to kick him out of the batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are the one labeled as someone who is weird and out of this world, what would you feel? How would you react on it?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you going to accept him even if he is excluded in the society? Either way, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization: Acceptance is a manifestation of Love. He can't love someone he can't accept. One of the first steps in loving is acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!!! Question: How can you accept others if you don't accept yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance of oneself is very essential. Love is not picked in the garden like flowers. Love is drawn from within. You can't give what you don't have. You can't love if you don't have such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Charity is the unselfish love of friendship, by which we love God for his own sake, because his goodness is supremely lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is give love if you feel the love inside. Love while there is still time. Accept everyone as they are. Who knows, you might be the one to let them realize that they are loved... I tell you, it will make a great difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huling hirit na ito: God loves you. Smile. Love yourself. To God be the glory. 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