<?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-3497874512955313699</id><updated>2012-02-26T07:23:50.129-08:00</updated><category term='larger than life'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='General Santos City'/><category term='China'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='good'/><category term='Amazon'/><category term='light'/><category term='death'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='Mike Serapio'/><category term='Chris Tomlin'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Intramural'/><category term='hell'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Matthew 5:14'/><category term='hair'/><category term='YFC'/><category term='truth'/><category term='doomsday'/><category term='satan'/><category term='Elena'/><category term='worship'/><category term='family'/><category term='youth'/><category term='temptation'/><category term='video'/><category term='shareittotheworld'/><category term='glowing things'/><category term='Luke 1:37'/><category term='evil'/><category term='Up'/><category term='TV Series'/><category term='future'/><category term='Katherine Rose Kapunan'/><category term='Independence Day'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='blue'/><category term='reality'/><category term='God of this City'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='Campus Tour'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Ian Somerhalder'/><category term='God'/><category term='Thai'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='success'/><category term='government'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='City Hunter'/><category term='ron pope'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='movie'/><category term='baby'/><category term='PYC 2011'/><category term='10 Commandments'/><category term='Brooke Fraser'/><category term='Nineteen Minutes'/><category term='AFG'/><category term='place'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='love'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Girinual Family'/><category term='MSU'/><category term='heal the world'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Accounting III'/><category term='sins'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='Damon'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='change'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='environment'/><category term='blood'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='hope'/><category term='angels'/><category term='ArmedandReady'/><category term='Serengiti'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Nat Geo'/><category term='Mr. Fredricksen'/><category term='Bible verse'/><category term='Vampire Diaries'/><category term='layout'/><category term='salt'/><category term='feature articles'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Accounting 112'/><category term='Filipinos'/><category term='homosexuals'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='social network'/><category term='Take Heart'/><category term='friends'/><category term='7 New Wonders of the World'/><category term='superhero'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><category term='stars'/><category term='random'/><category term='music'/><category term='letter from satan'/><category term='Proverbs 11:13'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Brida'/><category term='life'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='KFC'/><category term='One Direction'/><category term='Rusell'/><category term='skin'/><category term='food'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='a life in a day'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='Lee Min Ho'/><category term='ran\'/><category term='fishermen'/><category term='teenager'/><category term='failure'/><category term='Jodi Picoult'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Johanna Lyn</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Adventures of a daily dreamer. I am what God made me to be - &lt;i&gt;BEAUTIFUL INSIDE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4083294385158570963</id><published>2012-02-14T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T02:38:13.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>THERE IS ONLY ONE HAPPINESS IN LIFE, TO LOVE AND BE LOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Magtatagalog ako, just this once&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 13, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ako sa school before 9 AM para sa Histo 5 class. Syempre first thing na gagawin ko, lalapit sa mga classmates ko lalo na kay Leona o Kirsten, depende kung sinong mas maagang dumating. Nakita ko si Leona pero kausap niya si Niña. Medyo nagtaka lang ako kasi parang lumayo sila ng konti sa akin tapos bigla kong hinatak ni Monsour, kaya kaming dalawa na lang nagchikahan. Then after their little conversation, pumasok sila sa room tapos kinausap yung Professor namin. I was really wondering kung bakit parang hinihingal yung dalawa, kaya nilapitan ko na talaga. Sabi nila, magpeprepare daw for Xanina Festival kasi that day was the opening. Tapos naiwan daw ni Leona yung heels na gagamitin nya for the modeling show kaya babalikan daw nila sa kabilang building. Kaya ayun, pumasok na ako sa room kasi mag-uumpisa na yung klase. Wala din si Kirsten dun sa room. After mag check ng attendance ni Sir, binalik nya yung past quiz namin then sabi nya ididismiss daw kami ng maaga para makapagprepare sa activity namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre ang saya ko nun kasi walang pasok! HAHA. Pero half of the class pinalabas kasi daw may pagmemeetingan sila tapos kaming naiwan sa loob magkakaroon din ng konting meeting. Si Niña yung naglead ng meeting sa amin tapos parang wala namang kakwenta kwenta yung pinag-uusapan kasi alam na ng lahat yung gagawin. Tapos... Biglang may pumasok sa room! Mga classmates ko yun. Isa isa silang may dalang balloon tapos nakalagay, I LOVE YOU BABE ♥. Nung una, hindi ko alam kung sinong gusto nilang isurprise ng naalala ko bigla na tinanong ako ni Leona kung anong endearment namin ng ex boyfriend ko. Sabi ko secret. Pero nagtampu tampuhan siya kaya sabi ko babe. lol. Ayun! Gustung gusto ko talagang umiyak. Hindi ko alam kung maiinis ako o ano ba basta nagulat ako to the highest level! Kasi naman no! Pagkatapos nung balloons, pumasok na yung mga nakabalot na chocolates, then yung teddy bear na mas malaki pa sakin, tapos last yung flowers. Haneeeep ka tol! Bakit di ko naramdaman na may binabalak pala yung lalaking yun. Lagi kasi kaming nag-aaway o di naman kaya walang gustong maunang mag text sa amin. PRIDE. Oh well. Kaya nga di ko ma-explain yung feeling eh. Kasi di nya naman to usually ginagawa. To think, nag "connive" pa sila ng mga friends ko para lang maaccompish lahat yun. Siguro sa iba common na tong ginagawa, pero these days kasi ewan eh. Magkalayo po kasi kami. He just made these all possible by sending the chocolates and covered all the expenses my friends used for the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdom4sHk91qdjsfs.jpg" height="400" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdom4sHk91qdjsfs.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdopfLyMg1qdjsfs.jpg" height="400" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdopfLyMg1qdjsfs.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdose5FJ31qdjsfs.jpg" height="400" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdose5FJ31qdjsfs.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdoxcujXi1qdjsfs.jpg" height="400" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzdoxcujXi1qdjsfs.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Pero SALAMAT talaga sa nagbigay. Salamat sa GWAPO? na nagbigay nito lahat. HAHAHA. sa nag effort magsurprise, thank you! leona, kirsten, monsour, niña and histo classmates! thank you so much. i love you guys. happy valentine's day!&amp;nbsp;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4083294385158570963?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4083294385158570963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/02/ther-is-only-one-happiness-in-life-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4083294385158570963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4083294385158570963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/02/ther-is-only-one-happiness-in-life-to.html' title='THERE IS ONLY ONE HAPPINESS IN LIFE, TO LOVE AND BE LOVED'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5800122551351588992</id><published>2012-02-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:22:53.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Min Ho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accounting 112'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Hunter'/><title type='text'>LEE MIN HO</title><content type='html'>I was never a fan of Korean or Japanese stars. I always prefer local, or Hollywood. But never another Asian. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, and it doesn't mean I don't like them. But this guy Lee Min Ho is a big exception! Gaaaah! He's so perfect. LOL. When ABS-CBN released Boys Over Flowers, I wasn't pretty much interested. But a month before they aired City Hunter, it was different. Nakakainis&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; Was all I could say. Lee Min Ho is heavenly! HAHA. I have never felt this way for another artist. Of course, if you scrap out Johnny Depp and Ian Somerhalder from the list (he's incomparable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzSIVqBwsEE/Ty4ruqu931I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AdewByc6JQo/s1600/lee+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzSIVqBwsEE/Ty4ruqu931I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AdewByc6JQo/s320/lee+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tqjsXg-Bkc/Ty4rwULqQcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SkMAarhDkxI/s1600/lee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tqjsXg-Bkc/Ty4rwULqQcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SkMAarhDkxI/s320/lee.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UhpU3aGtQg/Ty4r5P_PViI/AAAAAAAAAww/iO3e50lOPWU/s1600/lee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UhpU3aGtQg/Ty4r5P_PViI/AAAAAAAAAww/iO3e50lOPWU/s320/lee2.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm quite happy with my Mid Term results. 43 out of 55 or 78%. It's not that good, but it isn't so bad. Still praying for the finals to make it to the next semester though. Since there's nothing much to do, I really want to keep up with TVD S3. Too bad I don't have copies of the latest episodes. I'm so outdated and it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5800122551351588992?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5800122551351588992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/02/lee-min-ho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5800122551351588992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5800122551351588992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/02/lee-min-ho.html' title='LEE MIN HO'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzSIVqBwsEE/Ty4ruqu931I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AdewByc6JQo/s72-c/lee+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3847854982176660624</id><published>2012-01-28T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:25:07.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heal the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>FAMILY CULTURE</title><content type='html'>Family per se is the only aspect in my life that's close to perfect. I have nothing else but loads of sh*ts and remorse. They both graduated Agricultural Engineering. Licensed, yes. Very responsible. Couple for almost 23 years. Their eldest daughter is studying BS Nursing, their youngest is graduating Elementary this March. Me? Well, I concentrate on the degree, BS Accountancy. You see, I love my family more than anything else. They taught me a lot about morality and life. I just don't know what happened to me. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time. But I guess all I could do is regret the fact that I did things so appalling I can't even imagine anymore. If only I could take back all the sacrifices they did. But because they love me, the repercussions are justified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, I haven't been a good daughter to my parents, or a good example to my brother and sister. Though we have had a lot of laughs together,&amp;nbsp;entirety&amp;nbsp;during dinners and Eucharistic celebrations, I still think I haven't done my role as a family member to them. What a misfortune that I had to realize this now and not ten years ago. It just shows that God has bigger plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. They are the greatest gift God has given me. If one day the world would hate me, I know my family would be there by my side. It is the largest symbol of God's love for me. I am so blessed to have a complete family. To have people I can always rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value your family. NOW. Tell them how much you love them and always allow yourself to correct them if they are going the wrong way. It's never too late. Love your family unconditionally. Open up yourself to them. I don't care if you only have your father with you or your grandparents, or only your younger brother. They are still your family. No matter what the odds are, tell them how you feel for them. Whether you have grudges or contentment, share it to them. &amp;nbsp;They are your hope, healer, and lover. No one else can show you how beautiful the world is besides your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this bring you peace and happiness. Happy Sunday! God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3847854982176660624?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3847854982176660624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3847854982176660624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3847854982176660624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-culture.html' title='FAMILY CULTURE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6186415451836513558</id><published>2012-01-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:59:19.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>GAME ON!</title><content type='html'>Mid terms are coming so I'm quite busy. I miss home so bad. It's been a month since I left. Well, almost a month. I haven't stayed here in GenSan this long but time and my subjects suggest I should just wait for U Week to come before I go home and relax. I'm getting used to this already. I rarely connect to the internet, I'm keeping up with the fast pace of my teachers, requirements, etcetera. Gaah! Still, it's draining me. I might as well faint. But anyway, school's not all work. Debate's coming, activities, daily bondings with friends. Those kind of things help me up. Plus I have a lot of duties for the upcoming Campus Tour, which I'm sure is gonna be great. We're teaming up with NDDU, Goldenstate, MPC, and other schools here in GenSan. We're sorting things out as of now. But I can't wait. Yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though people keep telling me I'm losing weight, I really can't tell. I feel fat! HAHA. Anyway, we've gotta get moving. Things are about to happen. Don't know what those are but I know a lot of good stuffs and bad stuffs are coming my way. So enough with the nonsense Honey! (that's me) Keep your head up. Ignore that love life sh*t and study hard! Game on.. to life! Good life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6186415451836513558?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6186415451836513558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/game-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6186415451836513558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6186415451836513558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/game-on.html' title='GAME ON!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7634125984892204543</id><published>2012-01-13T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:52:59.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>LOOKING UP</title><content type='html'>I started the year putting my head over my heart. I have repeated some lines in my head like everything will be okay, i don't have to hurt myself, i must focus, etcetera. These few lines have been keeping me up for some time now and i feel like i'm getting to know my old self, which is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this year is turning out to be a very good year. I'm looking forward to ILC, my midterm and final exams, and my service to the Church and community. I am praying that everything will happen according to God's will and that I would be able to accept what I have to accept and do what I have to do. Everything happens for a reason. Bad things are magnetic but then good things keep surprising me so that makes it fair. We can't have all the things we desire but we can dream. Ironically, we all have some things to say but in the end life always teaches us the same lesson every time we succeed or fail, and that is to love. To love unconditionally no matter what the circumstances are. That's it. We can't love without being hurt. Being too keen and careful about our feelings just because we are afraid to get hurt means we're not loving at all. Loving involves risks, challenges, and decision-making. That's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now headed to where I should be. I am now becoming the person that God wills me to be. I may disappoint the people around me, I may fall a hundred times, I may be the most imperfect person in the world, but I will never depart from my heart which teaches me a lot of good stuffs. So now, I'm looking up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7634125984892204543?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7634125984892204543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7634125984892204543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7634125984892204543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-up.html' title='LOOKING UP'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3879143195797961032</id><published>2011-12-19T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:16:35.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PYC 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>EVEN WITH ALL THE MISFORTUNES, LET'S CLOSE 2011 WITH A BIG SMILE</title><content type='html'>There are things in life that we want to control. Things that we want to hold on to and count on forever. Things that we want to, just be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three years and 2 months, I have been holding on to a love that's been amplified to the size of a mountain but completely vulnerable. It's also quite a journey. Though, now it has come to a blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 5th, year 2008. That was the date. As I recall over and over I said yes the day before my 15th birthday and he was about to go on camping. And yeah, he was a Senior Scout in our school, and also a jock. But anyway, we were okay then. We were happy. Or so I thought we were. I learned that love isn't something we should rush. Something we shouldn't play with. Because in the end, you are both gonna have bitter memories to reminisce. Still, I thank God for all those memories. I learned that there are a lot of values to take in from having a relationship at a very young age. That some things in life are, hmmm well, not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss those times when he would wrap his big arms around me and kiss my forehead. I will miss those times when he would say how much he loves me. When he would put his cap in my head. When he would carry my stuffs. When he would touch my back. When we would just walk, look at each other, or sit for a while. Those times when he would tell me how fat I am yet still tells me I'm pretty. Times when, he would practically and intentionally make me jealous so he can tease me. That one time he carried me in his back because I'm not able enough to walk in the river. Late night conversations. Long hours of phone calls. The Prom (2009 and 2010). The way our hands intertwine. His voice. Even little misunderstandings and differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differences. I never thought it could grow this large. Heaps of differences separating us both into two very different ways. Recently, I can't tell how he feels anymore. Unlike before when I could easily tell if he's in a bad mood or in for some storytelling. The differences brought about by our new environment has totally changed the way we were before. Misunderstandings went to the top floor. Patience, lost. We're poles apart. But that didn't change how we felt. It's just that, it's getting more complicated. He got some issues, I got mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know where to begin after settling it once and for all. You know, that talk you have when you should say "Let's stop this complication before we both hurt each other and be friends. Typical bestfriends." Great. Now I have two bestfriends. It was hard at first. But I must learn to accept things I cannot control. Things I once thought were close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first thing's first. We gotta keep moving, because if we don't, we'll both get squashed by time and never be able to finish what we've started. Studies. Family. Friends. Us. Six to ten years from now, we'll see. Real love waits. And if this is real, it can wait. I just want you to know, that three years and two months of that spasmodic, always interrupted relationship was one heck of an experience. I could never have something like it again.&lt;strike&gt; I may find someone else, but not as unbelievable as what we've had. &lt;/strike&gt;I just hope I would be able to scratch what I said prior to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, I also have to say so long and goodbye. Even though I have already told myself for a hundredth time that this must come to a farewell. This year, it's for good. 2011 was tough. Definitely a roller coaster. I can't imagine how I passed through all the persecutions, heartbreaks, failing grades, everything. With all its ups and downs I can't thank God enough for letting me through. For letting me survive. So even with all the misfortunes, let's close 2011 with a big smile. Dream higher, pray harder, as we wait for God's perfect time. For God's perfect plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3879143195797961032?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3879143195797961032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-with-all-misfortunes-lets-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3879143195797961032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3879143195797961032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-with-all-misfortunes-lets-close.html' title='EVEN WITH ALL THE MISFORTUNES, LET&apos;S CLOSE 2011 WITH A BIG SMILE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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Me? I'm busy counting my fingers for Accounting, how many quizzes left and I'm dead if I can't pass the remaining ones. I hope I can manage. Everything's going a little rough for me and this little heartbreaking story of mine. Yet, I stand stronger than I expected. Still trying to move forward even though time suggests I stay. Enough is enough. I'm completely done with all the drama so let's just leave everything behind because honestly, nobody wants to be ignored. I don't want to be ignored. But as I've said, I'm standing still no matter what. Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvdkEvElOW8/TtpeVoZCgBI/AAAAAAAAAuA/q0chA7kYTIc/s1600/Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvdkEvElOW8/TtpeVoZCgBI/AAAAAAAAAuA/q0chA7kYTIc/s1600/Christmas.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7164270560058260085?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7164270560058260085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7164270560058260085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7164270560058260085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-december.html' title='REMEMBER DECEMBER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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It really helped us grow more in Christ. Happy to serve and happy to learn. Praise God. We also did a little face painting for ILC Promotion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_362259914"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_362259915"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59nEdv3-AqI/TthOqnhYgrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/A503XcgBtDo/s1600/00003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59nEdv3-AqI/TthOqnhYgrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/A503XcgBtDo/s320/00003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSXsW7ehBNg/TthOuP2iBJI/AAAAAAAAAto/PGZbH0ZQ_cY/s1600/00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSXsW7ehBNg/TthOuP2iBJI/AAAAAAAAAto/PGZbH0ZQ_cY/s320/00001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS1u2u0fepk/TthOxsO3hOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zfN66BYYJ4E/s1600/00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS1u2u0fepk/TthOxsO3hOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zfN66BYYJ4E/s320/00002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5070469975979715584?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5070469975979715584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/msu-campus-based-youth-camp-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5070469975979715584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5070469975979715584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/12/msu-campus-based-youth-camp-2011.html' title='MSU CAMPUS BASED YOUTH CAMP 2011'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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So it was good news 'cause my Accounting professor would be busy and we won't be able to meet tomorrow. LOL. But I wasn't totally convinced that everything will be fun 'because I failed our FIRST QUIZ worth 40 points and that would cause a lot of damage in my record. Just so everybody knows, I stayed up all night to study THREE CHAPTERS! But unfortunately, out teacher gave us a Practical Accounting 2 quiz and as expected that was already in higher accounting. But I have all my respect to my mentor. I know she's just doing her job at keeping us motivated. It's just that I feel a little remorse over myself for not doing all the best I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm keeping all my hopes high. This is all for God. Being a servant through excellence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1513276168295777152?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1513276168295777152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1513276168295777152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1513276168295777152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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Go ahead and ask. :) &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8724763748596219928?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8724763748596219928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8724763748596219928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8724763748596219928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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Fifteen minutes later I went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. I swallowed my medicine and took a 30-minute bath. As it hit 9 AM, I grabbed a book and skipped through the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 AM I clicked the television open and watched NatGeo. At 12 I ate my lunch. 1 PM, I checked my phone, my mail, and a quick nap. When I woke up at 4 PM, I ate a slice of cake and sipped a cup of coffee. When the clock struck 5, I cooked and ate my dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 in the evening, I signed up for a movie marathon and went to bed at 12 in the midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spent my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I repeat this routine over and over, I thought of my family, my friends, and even all the people considered strangers to me. As I was washing my face at 8 in the morning, what were they doing? When I was drinking my coffee, what's keeping half of the world preoccupied? There are people trying to earn a living, giving birth, tied in a bed with tubes all over their body, partying, taking a shower, even dying or traveling. Lots of activities at the same exact moment, not time because we have different zones though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why do I care about other people's agenda? Well, for one, I'm curious. Discovery Channel always says &lt;i&gt;live curious&lt;/i&gt;. Second, I'm really wondering how 7 billion people can move according to their will power and not mind other people's business. Isn't it amazing that we can do one thing in particular at the same time? You know, just for once. What if we all pray together, regardless (of course) of our beliefs. Then, that would cause a lot of trouble because not everyone believes there's a God. It seems harder than I thought.  Well, I was just thinking, every time I ingest good food, I feel satisfied. But what about those who don't have something to eat? Who can't afford a single plate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel unhappy about the situation that we have. It's pretty unfathomable, really. Many of us are living a good life, but many more are suffering from AIDS and starvation. I don't know if I should feel a little remorse because I know that millions are homeless while I lay in my bed all comfy and sheltered. I also tell myself that it's not my fault why people are agonizing but I can't help myself from thinking. I can't help but recognize the fact that not everything in this world can go right all at the same time. That just like all our other activities, we do the same thing over and over and yet we never find ourselves doing them at exactly the same hour and second of the day. That whenever we feel like all the things are right, the other side of the world will always be there opposing it. That in our lives, there will always be differences and gaps. I guess this is life and that's how a life in a day goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="350" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bT_UmBHMYzg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6896391905547193895?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6896391905547193895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6896391905547193895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6896391905547193895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-in-day.html' title='LIFE IN A DAY'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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That's how we see reality, I guess. Living our daily lives with real people, real problems, real situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up, I thank the heavens for letting me smile, for letting me read my books, for letting me run through my chores and daily activities. Every single day, I am thankful to still catch a view of REALITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what is reality? According to the sought-after dictionary, reality is the state of things as they actually exist, not as they actually seem, but as they &lt;b&gt;exist&lt;/b&gt;. Evidences. Facts. Reality. Are you living in reality? Or you're just making your world up? Are we supposed to live in our own perfect world? Or face the reality? What is reality again? Oh right, all things proved to be there and not imagined to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes I ask myself, am I really living in reality? Because when I think of the world, I just don't think I'm facing what's really there. Call me a hippie, I don't care. I thought we're supposed to change the world. Heal the world. Make it a better place. What else could you sing? I thought we're supposed to be the caretakers of the Earth. But I when I &amp;nbsp;realize I'm too weak to warn 7 billion people that we need to move now, I gave up. I gave up and continued with my horrible, appalling ways. I gave up because I don't think there isn't much to be done because it's already reached its&amp;nbsp;extremities. No matter what we do, we'll always end up starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around us, everything's falling apart. Everyone's dying. And when I think of those hopeless and hapless people, I feel beleaguered. But I can't do anything about it because unfortunately, all I have is my vigilant mind. My vigilant mind which also, cannot do anything but think and judge and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, how can we save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-809rWQNlzmQ/TqQpazq8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hd-RNwDDvq4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-809rWQNlzmQ/TqQpazq8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hd-RNwDDvq4/s1600/1.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-Jsl2SZ2Gc/TqQpc5GcjYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/0xef3nmt9AA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-Jsl2SZ2Gc/TqQpc5GcjYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/0xef3nmt9AA/s1600/2.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afswE2zj5q4/TqQpeTriBSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zIyy_Qr471Y/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afswE2zj5q4/TqQpeTriBSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zIyy_Qr471Y/s1600/3.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNeDgpHz1M/TqQp8KE_EfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ulImzkOQeQY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNeDgpHz1M/TqQp8KE_EfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ulImzkOQeQY/s1600/4.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can we save them if we can't even save ourselves?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8158942726751660247?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8158942726751660247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-can-we-save-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8158942726751660247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8158942726751660247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-can-we-save-them.html' title='HOW CAN WE SAVE THEM?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-809rWQNlzmQ/TqQpazq8RBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hd-RNwDDvq4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-2819802076796704455</id><published>2011-10-19T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:41:24.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Direction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL - ONE DIRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJO3ROT-A4E" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You're insecure, don't know what for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_2" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't need make-up - to cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everyone else in the room can see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everyone else but yo-ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The way that you flip you're hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If only you saw what I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You'll understand why I want you so desperatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_15" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_18" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That's what makes you beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_21" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So c-come on, you got it wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_22" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To prove I'm right I put it in a so-o-ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_23" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I don't know why, you're being shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_24" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And turn away when I look in to your eye eye eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_25" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everyone else in the room can see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_26" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everyone else but yo-ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_27" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Baby you light up my world like nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_28" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The way that you flip you're hair gets me overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_29" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_30" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_32" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_34" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If only you saw what I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_35" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You'll understand why I want you so desperatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_36" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_37" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_39" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You don't know you're beautiful!&amp;nbsp;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_41" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That's what makes you beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_41" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; 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padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-2819802076796704455?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2819802076796704455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-makes-you-beautiful-one-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2819802076796704455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2819802076796704455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-makes-you-beautiful-one-direction.html' title='WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL - ONE DIRECTION'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QJO3ROT-A4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7921063118177048004</id><published>2011-10-19T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:37:24.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Rose Kapunan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>HBD!!!</title><content type='html'>To my ever supportive bestfriend KATHERINE ROSE FABAY KAPUNAN, happy happy happy 18th birthday to you. I love you so much Kaayyyyy! We're not really getting any younger but I hope we'd stay this close forever! Wishing you a very successful career and a healthy life. God bless you more. Thank you so much for all the times we have had and we will have together. Please bear in mind that even though I joke around on you, I'm still here for you. I pray for your family and studies every night. Miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvj_VlaNQuQ/Tp7RTS9SZkI/AAAAAAAAArg/Mr4zl7ICvIc/s1600/35337_139776079374613_100000266640173_319040_6463366_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvj_VlaNQuQ/Tp7RTS9SZkI/AAAAAAAAArg/Mr4zl7ICvIc/s1600/35337_139776079374613_100000266640173_319040_6463366_n.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViipauVMgg4/Tp7Q7eKDIWI/AAAAAAAAArY/7EEuhP7EUdI/s1600/30010_128927867126101_100000266640173_263859_5687960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViipauVMgg4/Tp7Q7eKDIWI/AAAAAAAAArY/7EEuhP7EUdI/s1600/30010_128927867126101_100000266640173_263859_5687960_n.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;high school days. lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7921063118177048004?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7921063118177048004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/hbd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7921063118177048004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7921063118177048004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/hbd.html' title='HBD!!!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvj_VlaNQuQ/Tp7RTS9SZkI/AAAAAAAAArg/Mr4zl7ICvIc/s72-c/35337_139776079374613_100000266640173_319040_6463366_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-937586206836137876</id><published>2011-10-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:34:07.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Tomlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God of this City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>GOD OF THIS CITY - CHRIS TOMLIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VmC44K0xQLE" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the God of this City &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the King of these people &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the Lord of this nation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the Light in this darkness &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the Hope to the hopeless &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the Peace to the restless &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our God &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our God &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For greater things have yet to come &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this City &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Greater thing have yet to come &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our God &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our God &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For greater things have yet to come &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this City &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Greater things have yet to come &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And greater things are still to be done here &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our god &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one like our God &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-937586206836137876?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/937586206836137876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-of-this-city-chris-tomlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/937586206836137876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/937586206836137876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-of-this-city-chris-tomlin.html' title='GOD OF THIS CITY - CHRIS TOMLIN'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VmC44K0xQLE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5600006187335436070</id><published>2011-10-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:15:38.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>IT'S TIME TO SEE GOD'S POINT OF VIEW</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been trapped? Barred in any way possible? Well, I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off to Ireneo National High School to bring back Kuya Kirbie's HD and I wasn't really familiar with the place so I put myself at stake and continued. As I walked through that mystifying, vast school, I went straight to the biggest building because I thought that's were all the people are and unfortunately found no one I know, just high school students practicing around. Kuya Kirbie told me to go to the 2nd floor and I did. In every school like that, they keep this gate at the bottom of the stairs to keep students from going inside during week ends, but &lt;strike&gt;lucky me&lt;/strike&gt; I found it wide open. I checked the whole floor but no one was there. Then I realized, I was on the wrong building! What a shame. I headed downstairs and walaaaah! The gate was mysteriously locked. Another misfortune. I went to the opposite side and found myself staggered. Another lock gate. I was really scared and I don't know what to do. I cried for help like some wacko. Oh wait, it was more like &lt;i&gt;mommy-where-are-you&lt;/i&gt; cry. I just didn't know what to do so I called kuya kirbie through the phone and started whining and sobbing because apparently, no one was willing to help me. They just stared and giggled because someone stupid got stuck inside that old building. I myself find hilarity in the all the angles of that, that hopeless and hapless situation. Nobody would ever want to get in my shoes at that significant, glorious moment. Am I being too sarcastic here? Well, I hope not because that's how it really feels. I was all alone. All I did was cry and said a few prayers because I already know God's help was on the way. But what I was really wondering was why? What is God trying to show me by locking me up in there? Should I learn something? &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, Abby found me while the on-duty guard was trying his very best to get me out there and shush me from my agony. I was still reliving the experience then thinking what could be the matter? What's the point I must see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too dependent on myself that I forget to depend on God? Am I scared of being alone? Or simply, should I stop going inside some unused building to avoid being barred? Or maybe because I'm too restless. That I always want to be at the right place not knowing where it is exactly. &amp;nbsp;Pondering on that, I thought maybe going to the right place is hard if I lean on my own understanding. That getting lost is the only way to get back. That I don't need to go for my own&amp;nbsp;demeanor but to wait patiently for God's will. I can't seem to see why but I think I'm becoming someone I am not that's why God wants to remind me that it's okayy to get lost sometimes because one way or another, SOMEONE will be there to aid my weakness. That He will be there to fetch me. That I don't have to know the precise high way to be where I want to be but instead let God take over me. I was too busy pretending I know the way. Believing I've done it all, I've been there before. I guess I was wrong. Completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that brief experience, I learned that sometimes, we get lost. We get confused. We get quite scared. But at the end of our journey, God will still be able to tell us that He knows, He sees, He understands. So let's stop acting like we know everything and admit the fact that most of the time, we don't know which way to go. Friends, it's time to see God's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgdgPYHNd84/TpnHUW17y_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/X-CEdM05mYo/s1600/339433_2073246232927_1298053453_31973228_872348421_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgdgPYHNd84/TpnHUW17y_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/X-CEdM05mYo/s320/339433_2073246232927_1298053453_31973228_872348421_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5600006187335436070?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5600006187335436070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-to-blog-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5600006187335436070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5600006187335436070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-to-blog-for.html' title='IT&apos;S TIME TO SEE GOD&apos;S POINT OF VIEW'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgdgPYHNd84/TpnHUW17y_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/X-CEdM05mYo/s72-c/339433_2073246232927_1298053453_31973228_872348421_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4541504139071324126</id><published>2011-10-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:09:19.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girinual Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>This is what happened last friday night. My first night out. Taken from Piyesta, and Pahayahay. It was fun but I don't want to get used to it. LOL. We just want to celebrate. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50fqStonT5g/Tpmtnr4fNqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1k4t-yTO2ro/s1600/304011_2536280052686_1424136499_2972419_1203072704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50fqStonT5g/Tpmtnr4fNqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1k4t-yTO2ro/s320/304011_2536280052686_1424136499_2972419_1203072704_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6iTqt2tc17Q/Tpmtpco7MbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/YA9xfBM0bnE/s1600/312636_2536260372194_1424136499_2972369_1099338157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6iTqt2tc17Q/Tpmtpco7MbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/YA9xfBM0bnE/s320/312636_2536260372194_1424136499_2972369_1099338157_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz5QkIlTRp4/TpmttHaeNdI/AAAAAAAAArA/e3Keb1KH8ok/s1600/317616_2536249811930_1424136499_2972347_678616784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz5QkIlTRp4/TpmttHaeNdI/AAAAAAAAArA/e3Keb1KH8ok/s320/317616_2536249811930_1424136499_2972347_678616784_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pepqCeUB7rw/Tpmtx2js7sI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y8zBnzyrHmc/s1600/332536_2536993790529_1424136499_2972724_323688604_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pepqCeUB7rw/Tpmtx2js7sI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y8zBnzyrHmc/s320/332536_2536993790529_1424136499_2972724_323688604_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways! :**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4541504139071324126?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4541504139071324126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4541504139071324126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4541504139071324126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50fqStonT5g/Tpmtnr4fNqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1k4t-yTO2ro/s72-c/304011_2536280052686_1424136499_2972419_1203072704_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4827374716901049467</id><published>2011-10-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T07:58:42.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>BETTER LATE THAN NEVER (OCTOBER 6)</title><content type='html'>I can't put into words how happy I was during my 18th birthday. Thank you to all the effort and surprises! I didn't expect any of those to happen. To my family, elementary friends, high school friends, roomies, college friends, YFC family, and all those who did not mind the hassle of greeting me at midnight, and serenading me at 4 AM (board mates) and 6 AM (yfc family). Thank you for the video presentations Kuya Kirbie and Ate Aien. For all the inspiring messages, for the gifts (especially Kuya Mon's bubbles and my roomies' big card full of wonderful messages), for everything. I have never felt so blessed and loved. Those were the happiest tears I have ever had. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you tons! I love you all. God bless you. :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXE3oMjmYdQ/TpmfDSGdO8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VevsCuR5S7o/s1600/Picture0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXE3oMjmYdQ/TpmfDSGdO8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VevsCuR5S7o/s320/Picture0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6tEYPCL2Wo0/TpmfFNj2wfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/3u8JoFR9sI4/s1600/Picture0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6tEYPCL2Wo0/TpmfFNj2wfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/3u8JoFR9sI4/s320/Picture0005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDx_BBlsYEA/TpmfHEWA3eI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Tfs5TVPU0wA/s1600/Picture0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDx_BBlsYEA/TpmfHEWA3eI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Tfs5TVPU0wA/s320/Picture0011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsBApleOB5Q/TpmfcgK2s1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/glNp_ChhHMY/s1600/Picture0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsBApleOB5Q/TpmfcgK2s1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/glNp_ChhHMY/s320/Picture0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4827374716901049467?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4827374716901049467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4827374716901049467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4827374716901049467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-late-than-never.html' title='BETTER LATE THAN NEVER (OCTOBER 6)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXE3oMjmYdQ/TpmfDSGdO8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VevsCuR5S7o/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7589084699018665835</id><published>2011-10-05T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:07:23.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ran\'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving 17 soon. My birthday's coming. All I want for my birthday are passing grades and a book. A Holy Bible to be exact. That same Bible for students my friend Janine has. It has a daily reading plan, a brief paragraph for some words like forgiveness, faith, love, etc. It's like an all in one book. And the thing is, I really think books are well-kept if given by special people. Plus, it really makes me feel happy. To receive a good book. Purpose Driven Life will also be a very great alternative. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7589084699018665835?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7589084699018665835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-leaving-17-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7589084699018665835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7589084699018665835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-leaving-17-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-700969354742992415</id><published>2011-10-03T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:25:39.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>THE RITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_ydbkNcLmQ/Tol-lkPPSqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iRdiZzupvPc/s1600/the_rite_wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_ydbkNcLmQ/Tol-lkPPSqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iRdiZzupvPc/s320/the_rite_wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;This is just the movie for those who haven't establish their faith, yet. The script is amazing. The actors are great. It's a package. Thumbs up for Anthony Hopskins and Colin O'Donoghue!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-700969354742992415?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/700969354742992415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-just-movie-for-those-who-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/700969354742992415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/700969354742992415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-just-movie-for-those-who-havent.html' title='THE RITE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_ydbkNcLmQ/Tol-lkPPSqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iRdiZzupvPc/s72-c/the_rite_wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5456215213889119713</id><published>2011-10-03T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:58:47.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 11:13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>TRUST FALL</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried a game called &lt;i&gt;trust fall&lt;/i&gt;? It's when you get to climb up a very high, in fact horrifying place, then the others get the chance to catch you or just let your brains spit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of heights. So, yes. I am an acrophobic. When it was my turn to "fall" I thought of backing out because at the back of my stubborn head, I'm not ready to be dropped off from a daunting height. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff. Really. Ask my friends, my family. 3rd floor is the last place I would wanna go sight seeing. I was holding back my tears but everyone's yelling at me, telling me to let go and just trust them. That's why it's called trust fall from the very beginning. But I just couldn't help myself concluding that they won't be able to catch me. But I decided, I will never get over this if I don't trust them. So I prepared myself, crossed my arms, and said, "I am ready to let go." And that was it. I died. LOL. Half way down that experience, my feelings were inexplicable. There was this second I felt like I am gonna meet God early, but there's also this thought declaring it's all gonna be okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've been asking so many questions about the future. How to realize if it is God's will for me, or was it truly meant for me. What to do, what not to do. I have been having a hard time segregating the do's and don'ts of life. Too much worrying led me to depression. I worried about my horrible horrible past. My mistakes. My future mistakes. Expectations. Problems. Doubts. Fears. All the&amp;nbsp;negativeness per se. That's when I realized, I wasn't really communicating well with God. I've been trying so hard to know His plans for me, but not trying hard enough to look around and listen. I was waiting for a miracle to happen. But then, I can't expect for an angel to drop by my house and tell me to feed the unfortunate or be a nun to proclaim the Gospel. No. I have to learn everything myself. How to understand the way of God. To obey Him. To do whatever it takes to put a smile on His face. It's a very laborious responsibility but the rewards are everlasting. Our life after death is at stake in the details of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why up until now, I consider life as a test, and this world is the battleground. One day, I will make an account of all the things I did and accept all the consequences.Learning is a forever process. That's why I depend on God more. I will trust Him even if the world says stand alone and defend yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and lean not on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Proverbs 11:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5456215213889119713?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5456215213889119713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/trust-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5456215213889119713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5456215213889119713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/trust-fall.html' title='TRUST FALL'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1562180635414456928</id><published>2011-09-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:31:42.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ron pope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A DROP IN THE OCEAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By: Ron Pope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A drop in the ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A change in the weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was praying that you and me might end up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm holding you closer than most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you are my heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna waste the weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't love me, pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few more hours, then it's time to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as my train rolls down the East coast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how you keep warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I can't let you be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most nights I hardly sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't take what you don't need, from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a drop in the ocean,&amp;nbsp;A change in the weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was praying that you and me might end up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm holding you closer than most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you are my heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Misplaced trust and old friends, never counting the regrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the grace of God, I do not rest at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and New England as the leaves change;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last excuse that I'll claim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I can't let you be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most nights I hardly sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't take what you don't need, from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A drop in the ocean,&amp;nbsp;A change in the weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was praying that you and me might end up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm holding you closer than most,&amp;nbsp;'Cause you are my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven doesn't seem far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven doesn't seem far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1562180635414456928?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1562180635414456928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/drop-in-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1562180635414456928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1562180635414456928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/drop-in-ocean.html' title='A DROP IN THE OCEAN'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1266713500824699934</id><published>2011-09-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:17:20.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>FAILURE IS STILL A SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjZvbk88_Bk/TnazXPLIGaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nZNNGS8ffK8/s1600/success-and-failure-sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjZvbk88_Bk/TnazXPLIGaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nZNNGS8ffK8/s320/success-and-failure-sign.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, as we know it, is composed of ups and downs. Sometimes, we find it hard to explain if we should just accept failures as they are, or fight again to achieve merriment. Sometimes, success will peter out of your way and then, you get used to the same old drama as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, failure can be a success. Usually, when we hear of losing, of deprivation, we hastily conclude that we are headed to an epic fail. But, try to think of the situation you are in. Is it worth the price? Will success really help you gain all you want? Is it really what you want? Winning it all? Review my questions and ponder about the real definition of success. What's really inside? &lt;i&gt;Success isn't everything.&lt;/i&gt; Failures help you become the person you are right now. Success is just another thing after all the downfalls. It's just a temporary ailment for all the unfair things that happened. Because as you begin another journey, you prepare not to vanquish. But to fail a hundred times and getting up until all your tears run dry. In some way, when you end up failing, you learn to surrender, to humble yourself down and discern. It will make you understand. Really. Comprehend about facts. Even bout superficial facts. Failure is STILL a success. A fortune. An accomplishment in your totality. Your mind. Heart. Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you fail, just think of all the messages along the way. From the moment you started facing your fears, to the last second. Be thankful because you fell. Because you learned how to get back up. Faith becomes stronger. And life, becomes more beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1266713500824699934?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1266713500824699934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-as-we-know-it-is-composed-of-ups.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1266713500824699934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1266713500824699934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-as-we-know-it-is-composed-of-ups.html' title='FAILURE IS STILL A SUCCESS'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjZvbk88_Bk/TnazXPLIGaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nZNNGS8ffK8/s72-c/success-and-failure-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1185465291813090552</id><published>2011-09-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:35:12.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larger than life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>AS RANDOM AS LIFE, AS RANDOM AS ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You have everything if you have nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding that to myself so as to please my unperceptive mind. Somehow, I learn to accept the fact that when you have nothing, you can't lose anything. You just can not be dragged down. True. When you depart from life, you won't be able to bring anything. Not even memories I presume. But I guess you'll have fragments. Fragments from your not so long life. The moment when you chose to be an honor student. Or a varsity player. Or a leader. Fragments containing your dearest memories. Your deepest secrets and your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity we can only live our lives once. What a shame if we die, suddenly. Sadly. I can die now. You, too dear. But is 17 years enough to conclude I have already lived my life? Some would say yes, some would declare no. I could be too young. Too young to face death. Personally, I'd say yes.But&amp;nbsp;let's go back to life. It's much much &lt;strike&gt;livelier&lt;/strike&gt; there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in many things. I believe that I am blessed. I believe that life&amp;nbsp;simply is. I believe that love is prevailing. I believe I can be happy. When I started realizing the points in life that are compelling and meaningful, I began thinking. Then, I grew. I learned. But I won't stop learning. I will educate myself until I die. Because the moment when we thought we already know everything, trivial or not, we unfortunately create a mistake. &lt;i&gt;Ooops. I got something wrong because this is what I think, this is what I assumed it to be. I messed up. How am I gonna fix this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again, we learn.&lt;/b&gt; Not just from our teachers, not just from our parents. But from our own experiences. Good or bad. Bitter or sweet. They become our best mentors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense here? No? Well, I guess that's because I'm just as random as life. Almost thoughtless as a croc. I love random things. I love life. I love food. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1185465291813090552?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1185465291813090552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-random-as-life-as-random-as-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1185465291813090552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1185465291813090552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-random-as-life-as-random-as-me.html' title='AS RANDOM AS LIFE, AS RANDOM AS ME'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3233019718260691318</id><published>2011-09-10T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T07:28:23.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Fredricksen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>Up is actually one of my favorite movies. It's definitely worth watching because of Russell and Mr. Fredricksen's relationship and the way they act with each other. The age gap is immensely far and they're just so cute together. I've watched this movie for so many times and I never get tired of it. And now I'm posting it. Ha! Well, hope you've watched this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WO5tmN1vS1g/TmtybGeFzpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Qx4mZaLnLjc/s1600/we-found-the-real-boy-based-on-russell-from-up-15361-1260261097-223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WO5tmN1vS1g/TmtybGeFzpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Qx4mZaLnLjc/s320/we-found-the-real-boy-based-on-russell-from-up-15361-1260261097-223.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3233019718260691318?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3233019718260691318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3233019718260691318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3233019718260691318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WO5tmN1vS1g/TmtybGeFzpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Qx4mZaLnLjc/s72-c/we-found-the-real-boy-based-on-russell-from-up-15361-1260261097-223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3299826240672391156</id><published>2011-09-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:31:42.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Fraser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>BROOKE FRASER</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sIgKcJDjWvk" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How Can You Refuse Him Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How can you refuse him now, how can you refuse him now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How can you turn away from his side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With tears in his eyes, on the cross there he died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How can you refuse Jesus now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There's a story old, that has often been told,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Of how our savior died, as they nailed his hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He cried they don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the blood flowed from his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There was no one his pain to ease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before he died, he faintly cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Father forgive them please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3299826240672391156?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3299826240672391156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/brooke-fraser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3299826240672391156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3299826240672391156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/brooke-fraser.html' title='BROOKE FRASER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sIgKcJDjWvk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3235585551817737474</id><published>2011-09-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:55:28.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intramural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSU'/><title type='text'>1st WEEK OF SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>My competition ran a little rough yesterday. We had to come up with an Essay about the 50th Foundation Anniversary of MSU as a System. Then, it was late noon so I grabbed lunch and apparently my nose bled. I was a little frightened. I think it's because of the scorching weather plus all the words I've been reading. lol. I thought Essay Writing was insipid and easy. Guess I was wrong. It was horrible. Aggravating. I can't stand the fact that my opponents were that smart. But it's okay. At least now it's over. Intramural's really fun this year. Now, I'm faced by all the requirements and exams after this event. Well, it's gonna be back to normal next week. Hope I could still keep up. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3235585551817737474?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3235585551817737474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-week-of-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3235585551817737474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3235585551817737474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-week-of-september.html' title='1st WEEK OF SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-2172945738335179107</id><published>2011-08-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:58:05.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Fraser'/><title type='text'>BROOKE FRASER</title><content type='html'>Ever since I heard Age to Age (His Glory Appears) from Hillsong's Faith + Hope + Love Concert, I've been wondering who performed it. Then, I saw Desert Song from This is Our God Concert, then Lead me to the Cross. I fell in love with the voice. So I finally had the chance to search who she was and tadaaaaaa! Brooke Fraser. She's very pretty. She's an artist from heaven. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz73AROYRqY/Tlz6EtJN8-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/oj2F4x-lCDE/s1600/2011_brooke-fraser_dates_tour_13036254987314.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz73AROYRqY/Tlz6EtJN8-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/oj2F4x-lCDE/s320/2011_brooke-fraser_dates_tour_13036254987314.png" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-2172945738335179107?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2172945738335179107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/brooke-fraser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2172945738335179107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2172945738335179107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/brooke-fraser.html' title='BROOKE FRASER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz73AROYRqY/Tlz6EtJN8-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/oj2F4x-lCDE/s72-c/2011_brooke-fraser_dates_tour_13036254987314.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-188850163935877392</id><published>2011-08-30T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:18:23.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>BRIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kl9Rkf6Bf0/TlziF_cqrkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0iosP2MV20Q/s1600/brida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kl9Rkf6Bf0/TlziF_cqrkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0iosP2MV20Q/s320/brida.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not finished reading this book, YET. But I'm getting there. It's not as perplexed as the other books but it's still in the boundaries of soul searching so I'm gonna go with it until the end. Now, I am a bit excited for the Intramural because I truly am expecting an impressive show. And? Take Heart by Hillsong is playing in my background, and I feel light. Feathery. Intuitive, rather.  I really am in love. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise You!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-188850163935877392?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/188850163935877392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/brida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/188850163935877392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/188850163935877392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/brida.html' title='BRIDA'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kl9Rkf6Bf0/TlziF_cqrkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0iosP2MV20Q/s72-c/brida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6009086295303745312</id><published>2011-08-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:23:07.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larger than life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Serapio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>FOR A  CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SaJiEzCIS3k" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Larger than Life - Mike Serapio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the rivers to the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the valleys to the peak of the mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the clouds to the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the stars to the heavens above us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God of this world I am living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God of this dreams I've been longing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God of this life that I've been striving for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Larger than life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel in love today. In love with my studies, myself, Jesus, and all the things that radiate love. This is the first time I said "No" to the person who left me, who wasted my efforts, and who kept coming back for everything and leaving with the same old lame excuses. Even though I feel threatened, I know I made the right decision. I just felt that God is telling me to say no. For the nth time, I don't want to get hurt AGAIN. For the nth time, I don't want to suffer because of shallow reasons AGAIN. I want to be free. Free from worries. From fears. From lies. From things that are bound to be negative. God wants me to be free and I believe in Him. I believe in Him because He is larger than life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6009086295303745312?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6009086295303745312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6009086295303745312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6009086295303745312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-change.html' title='FOR A  CHANGE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SaJiEzCIS3k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7353912756641041324</id><published>2011-08-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:48:33.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PYC 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ArmedandReady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>PROVINCIAL YOUTH CONFERENCE 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTbF1nJ0HKg/TlsoqwtZRXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/q3231k2BVI8/s1600/DSC_1511+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTbF1nJ0HKg/TlsoqwtZRXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/q3231k2BVI8/s200/DSC_1511+%25282%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that this is the best week I have had since s.y. 2011-2012. After the long and grueling exams, I finally had the chance to serve the Lord through PYC. Although we had sleepless nights and exasperation was all over, we managed STILL, to put on a good show for the participants and for God. The speakers were amazing, the worship leaders were full of attachment, the sharers, the creative and special competitions, sports, workshops, EVERYTHING was a blast! It was an offering to God. Candor. Glory. Just like what the elder brothers and sisters have said, share to the world how great God's love is, serve Him even though your will is suggesting otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some witnesses of God's profound love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ZvqycIInY/Tlspi7O53jI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wLCzafYlJ5M/s1600/DSC_1529+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ZvqycIInY/Tlspi7O53jI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wLCzafYlJ5M/s320/DSC_1529+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul1AbIigOYY/TlsnQBCPm5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/B4wkaCwh3YU/s1600/DSC_1501+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul1AbIigOYY/TlsnQBCPm5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/B4wkaCwh3YU/s320/DSC_1501+%25282%2529.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54_jpDlTyt8/Tlsq-hEsGEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_IrHc2OyeS0/s1600/DSC_1551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54_jpDlTyt8/Tlsq-hEsGEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_IrHc2OyeS0/s320/DSC_1551.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pyud0Sj0C4/TlssFTb2jJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Sr2AI0Nhh0E/s1600/DSC_1601+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pyud0Sj0C4/TlssFTb2jJI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Sr2AI0Nhh0E/s320/DSC_1601+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWfz1oFhZMU/Tlss-0GxHOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WDYni1j65gw/s1600/DSC_1722+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWfz1oFhZMU/Tlss-0GxHOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WDYni1j65gw/s320/DSC_1722+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVeCNAANWw/TlsvVrgQyfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/tyRxYt_4kb0/s1600/DSC_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVeCNAANWw/TlsvVrgQyfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/tyRxYt_4kb0/s320/DSC_1819.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ou55H2PD9Q/TlsxN4gOF1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/QDsBNF1CSgs/s1600/DSC_2053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ou55H2PD9Q/TlsxN4gOF1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/QDsBNF1CSgs/s320/DSC_2053.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d40XgAkOWPM/TlsyViDYjnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O6a6LLb5XKI/s1600/DSC_2061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d40XgAkOWPM/TlsyViDYjnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O6a6LLb5XKI/s320/DSC_2061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;The photos in this post are not mine. Credits to the Documentation Team of PYC 2011. For the Win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7353912756641041324?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7353912756641041324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7353912756641041324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/provincial-youth-conference-2011.html' title='PROVINCIAL YOUTH CONFERENCE 2011'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTbF1nJ0HKg/TlsoqwtZRXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/q3231k2BVI8/s72-c/DSC_1511+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5743828687503191881</id><published>2011-08-17T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:37:17.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take Heart'/><title type='text'>TAKE HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8MfBQ30Ta9w" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is just so lovely, I am in love. &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Heart Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a light&lt;br /&gt;It burns brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;He steals the night&lt;br /&gt;And casts no shadow&lt;br /&gt;There is hope&lt;br /&gt;Should oceans rise and mountains fall&lt;br /&gt;He never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So take heart&lt;br /&gt;Let His love lead us through the night&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to hope&lt;br /&gt;And take courage again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In death by love&lt;br /&gt;The fallen world was overcome&lt;br /&gt;He wears the scars of our freedom&lt;br /&gt;In His Name&lt;br /&gt;All our fears are swept away&lt;br /&gt;He never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And all our tears&lt;br /&gt;God our hope&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our failure&lt;br /&gt;And all our fear&lt;br /&gt;God our love&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our heartache&lt;br /&gt;And all our pain&lt;br /&gt;God our healer&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our burdens&lt;br /&gt;And all our shame&lt;br /&gt;God our freedom&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And all our tears&lt;br /&gt;God our hope&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;All our failures&lt;br /&gt;And all our fear&lt;br /&gt;God our love&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;God our justice&lt;br /&gt;God our grace&lt;br /&gt;God our freedom&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;God our refuge&lt;br /&gt;God our strength&lt;br /&gt;God is with us&lt;br /&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5743828687503191881?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5743828687503191881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5743828687503191881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5743828687503191881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-heart.html' title='TAKE HEART'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8MfBQ30Ta9w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8127944211630062601</id><published>2011-08-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:16:22.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>EXAAAAAAAAAMSS!</title><content type='html'>It's almost mid terms so I'm extremely nervous at the moment. I am hoping for a good result. A passing mark is indeed a must. If God wills, and I pass all my exams, I'd surely cry. It's gonna be tough, but I will endure. I will. I just wish perseverance would coexist with my attitude. Must read all my lessons and train myself under time pressure. It's all gonna be okayy. I have faith in myself. I can do this!! AFG! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for me. I can't afford losing this chance. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8127944211630062601?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8127944211630062601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/exaaaaaaaaamss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8127944211630062601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8127944211630062601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/exaaaaaaaaamss.html' title='EXAAAAAAAAAMSS!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4613148196046608961</id><published>2011-08-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T05:09:22.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 5:14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE THE SALT AND LIGHT OF THE WORLD!</title><content type='html'>Last night was one of the best nights I've ever had! The gym was packed with so many MSUans thrilled and ready to glorify Jesus Christ. The opening worship was really powerful and I got chills all over my spine. Goosebumps. It was one of the best. 600 youths raising their hands, singing praises to God not minding their busy schedule. God left no room for worries, and that was my favorite part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker was a Pastor who's incredibly good-looking, and the Gospel was from Matthew 5:14 which says &lt;i&gt;"You are the light of the world."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sun and salt are the two most important things in life. They change everything. Let your light shine, says God. Draw in the light that comes not from the outside but from your heart. Radiate it from your soul. When you worship God, don't just raise your hand just because everyone else is doing so. But do not refrain yourself from glorifying Him because you are afraid of the criticisms. Just show everyone the real you. Whoever's with you at the moment, just show the you, you. The genuine you. Try hard to know yourself. Because when you know who you are, you will know what to do. And believe me, you are the salt and light of the world. You can give love. You can be an example to all the youth. You can be the generation who will perform all the change. You can be what God wants you to be. Once you learn who you really are, your truest self and your purpose why you're here, you'll be able to do A LOT of good things that will change not just yourself but also the people who are around you. You'll be able to uphold equity and faithfulness. Deserving and commendable of God's great love. You need not to worry anymore about what others will say. God wants you to be free. God wants you to experience &lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt; with Him.&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ove. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ntegrity. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;reedom. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;xcellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Shsz6vJ1I4/TkuulPZpgCI/AAAAAAAAAms/pLOkH4FlokY/s1600/BeTheseSaltAndLight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Shsz6vJ1I4/TkuulPZpgCI/AAAAAAAAAms/pLOkH4FlokY/s1600/BeTheseSaltAndLight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be worthy of God's gift. Be a world changer. Be the SALT and LIGHT of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;i&gt;Christianity is not how high you jump. Christianity is how straight you walk. AFG!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4613148196046608961?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4613148196046608961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-salt-and-light-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4613148196046608961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4613148196046608961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-salt-and-light-of-world.html' title='YOU ARE THE SALT AND LIGHT OF THE WORLD!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Shsz6vJ1I4/TkuulPZpgCI/AAAAAAAAAms/pLOkH4FlokY/s72-c/BeTheseSaltAndLight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-254916044276729505</id><published>2011-08-16T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T03:00:20.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter from satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shareittotheworld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temptation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satan'/><title type='text'>REPOST: LETTER FROM SATAN</title><content type='html'>by Frencis Joy Panerio on Monday, 08 August 2011 at 05:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY ATTENTION TO THE P.S. at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from the Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can really make you think. It actually made me really mad while I was reading it, but it made me realize some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I had to send it because of the P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is deep... and I wasn't going to forward or share it, but that last line... you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so unthankful, I like that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching dirty movies, cursing people out, loving worldly things, having bad influences, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURELY you don't want to give all this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say 'THANKS' for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA, you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you love me, you won't share this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-254916044276729505?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/254916044276729505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/repost-letter-from-satan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/254916044276729505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/254916044276729505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/repost-letter-from-satan.html' title='REPOST: LETTER FROM SATAN'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4769818947006060226</id><published>2011-08-16T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:56:38.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFG'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST COLORING BOOK</title><content type='html'>Life is so good to me. God equipped me with great abilities. Loving the people around me for example. Or facing the people who hate me with a smile. He also gave me the capacity to help my friends with their queries. I feel glad to lend them a hand with a little of my blood and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot construe how blessed I am with my life. Not materially, though. I am thankful for all the chances my Creator is giving me to serve Him, to know my family is safe every single day, and behold my friends' love and trust no matter what I do. Perceiving these blessings make my days worthwhile. I have spent 17 years of my existence looking for satisfaction, complacency, ease, whatever you call it, through material stuffs but I never found true contentment. When I got my first coloring book, I was so happy. I thought life couldn't get any better. Then came other stuffs like the television, computers, cellular phones, and other products of technology that make our lives cushier. Hell, I don't think so! Technology? It's not really all well and good. It leads human existence to its extremities plus it brings unbelievable effects on the beloved and borrowed planet, Earth. But, as I was saying, life's not all about that. Remember: Life is a test, and Earth is the battleground. Praise God. Thank Him no matter what. Surely, everything will fall to its rightful place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe all the way through! AFG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4769818947006060226?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4769818947006060226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-first-coloring-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4769818947006060226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4769818947006060226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-first-coloring-book.html' title='MY FIRST COLORING BOOK'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-621419490417201552</id><published>2011-08-09T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:25:16.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodi Picoult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineteen Minutes'/><title type='text'>YOU WEREN'T INVINCIBLE WHEN YOU WERE A TEENAGER</title><content type='html'>You weren't invincible when you were a teenager. You were just stupid. -Josie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't fathom why of all the words in Jodi Picoult's book, this one hardly left my mind. Maybe because I find it true. Adolescence is one of the most critical stages in life. Well, I think all of the stages are. But, being a young adult, 18 years old and below presumably, is a very complicated phase. Always inflicted with beliefs by some stranger, decisions aren't made with conviction, words are uttered without the slightest clue of who or who's not listening. Always headed to the unknown. Always unaware. Always on the go. Teenagers do all the things they want, no matter what the repercussions are. They, I mean WE think that we understand everything but we don't. We just don't. But still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being a seventeen year old kid who happens to be stupid as well really agrees that all the trouble we've had and we will have are all part of growing up. In high school, we go to school with all our hearts not JUST to learn, admit it or admit it, but to seek new undertakings. What happens to whom or goof around with friends you've known since freshmen year. Laugh at this, snort at that. Then head home. It's a routine. We make mistakes, moments later, it's all figured out. The next day, you're okayy again. Your mistake becomes a part or your past you might or might not forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually funny. Really. We do all sort of stuffs ignoring what might happen next. We just want to be happy. Try something new. Take the risks. We're infallible after all! And so we thought we were. In the end, I wonder why I laughed at my teacher. When all of a sudden, I am making the same mistakes she did. Why did I cheat in my exams? When unfortunately, it's not really the right thing to do. Why did I say all those nonsense to other people? When I could've realized I was on the verge of absurdity right from the start. Well, maybe because I am a teenager. Because I'm still 17, I still use my &lt;i&gt;amygdala&lt;/i&gt; instead of my &lt;i&gt;prefrontal cortex&lt;/i&gt; to make decisions. That means, I'm not &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt; yet. I can still create a thousand mistakes and mess around with whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Misapprehensions might be inevitable but that doesn't mean we should stop trying hard to do good things. Sure, we get into trouble but errors and indiscretions are always part of the choices we make. You may be in some kind of dilemma as to what verdict you would/should implement but you still have the choice. It's a matter of being sensitive to your surroundings. That means, you can't just slam the door at someone else's face, curse at someone you hate on Tumblr/Facebook/Wherever, or make fun out of someone who's blameless enough. Don't &amp;nbsp;always try to use the reason that because you are a teenager, you must be unrecognized or misjudged or misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should realize that we are not to tolerate our rough behaviors. Not that I'm making concrete sense at all, but I just think life is too short for all the crap we do (a line I have always used since the birth of my blog). Yes! We are teenagers. But we are not invincible, and in one way or another, we know we become stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-621419490417201552?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/621419490417201552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-werent-invincible-when-you-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/621419490417201552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/621419490417201552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-werent-invincible-when-you-were.html' title='YOU WEREN&apos;T INVINCIBLE WHEN YOU WERE A TEENAGER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7344202994142488920</id><published>2011-08-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:33:35.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accounting III'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>COLLEGE!</title><content type='html'>I am very much happy about the progress I'm making in Accounting III. And I hope it continues 'til the end of this semester (end of 5 years. I hope). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a perfect score today. Well, sort of. I got 31 points as bonus for making a Balance Sheet and Income Statement aside from the Worksheet, and that made me feel so blessed. To my surprise, I also ranked 2nd in our Biology exam, the subject which I loathe so much. I like Biology, until I met our professor. It became so hard and complex. So, I learned to read about phosphobilayers, cytokinesis, carotenoids, etc. etc. But now, I feel a little nervous because it's almost Mid Term, so I have to prepare for all the exams. I don't wanna fail my parents, nor myself. I hope it turns out the way God planned everything. Hopes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the barricades in my life are actually lowering down. That means, I am uncovering my flaws and ready to face whatever comes. I just hope it's not what I didn't expect. But then, life's about that, making a whole lot of mistakes and expecting what if's instead of realities. So, I guess it's human nature to feel belittled and discouraged sometimes because they think over-positively. HA! Life is so full of everything! I can't explain all the things that bother me but the answer is always the same, PRAY! Pray a lot!! PYC coming up! AFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7344202994142488920?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7344202994142488920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/college.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7344202994142488920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7344202994142488920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/college.html' title='COLLEGE!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7511883932696199571</id><published>2011-07-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:13:38.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><title type='text'>PAULO COELHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbxE_4upVfg/Tiru2v-97UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MSWfY83_m0A/s1600/paulo-coelho.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbxE_4upVfg/Tiru2v-97UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MSWfY83_m0A/s320/paulo-coelho.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My material goal in life, besides passing my major subjects and become a CPA-Lawyer, is read all of Paulo Coelho's books. He has this style that I really love and I don't know why. Maybe because of the ideology but that's it, I can't give&amp;nbsp;further commentaries. Even though his concerns are more on very mature things like which decision to make, career paths, or religious views, I still manage to comprehend and make some realizations. Maybe the real reason why I love his books so much is because they speak not just in my mind but in my totality as a human being and that includes my heart and soul. And also because they seem so realistic. Substantial. When your into soul searching, his books are perfect. Or when you're just looking for some insights or words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 - The Pilgrimage                            &lt;br /&gt;1988 - The Alchemist &amp;nbsp;✔&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Brida&lt;br /&gt;1992 - The Valkyries&lt;br /&gt;1994 - By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;✔&lt;br /&gt;1996 - The Fifth Mountain &lt;br /&gt;1997 - Warrior of the Light&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Veronika Decides to Die &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;✔&lt;br /&gt;2000 - The Devil and Miss Prym&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Eleven Minutes &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ✔&lt;br /&gt;2005 - The Zahir &amp;nbsp;✔&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Like the Flowing River&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The Witch of Portobello  ✔&lt;br /&gt;2008 - The Winner Stands Alone&lt;br /&gt;2010 - The Aleph (will be released this year) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW8WiOcwKhE/Tiru3PP0O2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/orfLJRzDgSQ/s1600/Paulo-coelho-quote-going-forward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW8WiOcwKhE/Tiru3PP0O2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/orfLJRzDgSQ/s320/Paulo-coelho-quote-going-forward.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have a long way to go but it's okayyy! I don't mind! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7511883932696199571?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7511883932696199571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/paulo-coelho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7511883932696199571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7511883932696199571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/paulo-coelho.html' title='PAULO COELHO'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbxE_4upVfg/Tiru2v-97UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MSWfY83_m0A/s72-c/paulo-coelho.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4514194655591920816</id><published>2011-07-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:01:34.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Diaries'/><title type='text'>VAMPIRE DIARIES SEASON 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wzVstjvZiss" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4514194655591920816?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4514194655591920816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/vampire-diaries-season-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4514194655591920816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4514194655591920816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/vampire-diaries-season-3.html' title='VAMPIRE DIARIES SEASON 3!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wzVstjvZiss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6253279108167721006</id><published>2011-07-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:54:30.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>MY SENSITIVITY MURDERS ME!</title><content type='html'>I am a very sensitive person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. It's such a misfortune to hear or feel things that are hurtful. I feel down and derogated. I can't help it whenever someone failed to give me a smile although we know each other. Sometimes I feel afraid that I might have done something wrong. I am scared to realize that my family is disappointed because of me. And whenever my friends ignore me, I feel so dejected. Down like a shooting star. That's the main reason why I hate myself for having such a sensitive side, although I still have that aloof personality in me (when it comes to arrogant, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; boastful people). When I happen to notice that I am being overlooked (i know how selfish that sounds), my tendency of feeling trashed is eminent. It brings out the tears in me. I just don't like being rejected in any way. I hope I won't ever again feel that kind of feeling. It's the worst suffering for me. Good thing I can't remember the last time my friends ignored me. Or my family. It's such a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, someone teach me how to contain one's self. Teach me how to humble my heart and mind. To think positively, clearly. Someone help me. I don't want to continue misunderstanding situations that are doubtful of consideration. Things that are unworthy of my spotlight. Because sometimes, my own sensitivity murders me. Emotional death. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6253279108167721006?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6253279108167721006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-sensitivity-murders-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6253279108167721006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6253279108167721006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-sensitivity-murders-me.html' title='MY SENSITIVITY MURDERS ME!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-325406454304083521</id><published>2011-07-18T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:40:35.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>VAMPIRE DIARIES ON SEPTEMBER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tyQatQahrzs" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, here are few of my favorite scenes from TVD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/7Q52Q2J4eVo"&gt;1. Damon and Elena Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/pzjGPprrVgw"&gt;2. I love you Elena -Damon. :"&amp;lt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(this one's my fave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/8YRUOlTBwSg"&gt;3. It's always gonna be Stefan. :"&amp;lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/-YL-zHN6azc"&gt;4. From Daddy Issues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/Zx6tPea8aDc"&gt;5. From By the Light of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/p0JFL9czZ-4"&gt;6. First Kiss (Elena and Stefan)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/n-x4XmtJQZo"&gt;7. THIS. &amp;lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/PKZ1UjTdu-g"&gt;8. and this. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/PKZ1UjTdu-g"&gt;9. also this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/ywYSjkWRHmQ"&gt;10. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I love all the scenes. These are just few of the best. LOL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-325406454304083521?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/325406454304083521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/vampire-diaries-on-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/325406454304083521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/325406454304083521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/vampire-diaries-on-september.html' title='VAMPIRE DIARIES ON SEPTEMBER!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tyQatQahrzs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6544497520347276608</id><published>2011-07-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T05:34:14.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>TANGLED</title><content type='html'>I am currently engaged with The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho! I'm so caught by the book. Good news, I am recovering from my past failures. I'm becoming more prayerful too, praise God. My family believes in me, and also the people who love me, so PRESSURE! LOL. Anw, I know, I will endure. I will survive! HAHA. Upcoming events: Provincial Youth Conference on August and Campus Fresh by the end of July. AFG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsuoegc-ZfY/TiAkutkYJEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jNIupnmk00w/s1600/thealchemist1.jpeg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsuoegc-ZfY/TiAkutkYJEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jNIupnmk00w/s320/thealchemist1.jpeg.png" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6544497520347276608?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6544497520347276608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/tangled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6544497520347276608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6544497520347276608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/tangled.html' title='TANGLED'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsuoegc-ZfY/TiAkutkYJEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jNIupnmk00w/s72-c/thealchemist1.jpeg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4789475824867361254</id><published>2011-07-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:21:42.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Santos City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishermen'/><title type='text'>THE HUNGRY CITIZENS OF GENERAL SANTOS</title><content type='html'>Our society has been tainted with countless of corruption issues and unjustified truths. Millions of Filipinos are starving, waiting for a miracle, waiting for nothing. Is that the way things should go in our country? In the Pearl of the Orient Seas where nature thrives and tropical riches flood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippines belongs to the Third World. And we all know for a fact that the government CAN NOT feed 91,983,000 Filipinos, CAN NOT put all the children to school, CAN NOT give enough livelihood programs to the simple citizens of the country, and CAN NOT provide housing units to the whole community. It's hard maintaining all these. It's not always possible that everyone can eat three times a day or  drink water potable enough. It's not that easy to implement the CBL (Constitution and By Laws). It's not. But that doesn't imply that they are impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Santos City is a developing city. But of course, there are still citizens like the group of fishermen who are untapped by the global changes, improving technology, even adequate electricity supply. They live in the vicinity of simple living, and simple means no television set, insufficient earnings, little education or no education at all. When they were asked, what happens when storm comes in, or what would they do if the higher authority claims to own the land where their small abodes are built, what would they do? They usually answer with great dismay, but can do nothing about that because they are poor, and they have no right of fighting for it. They say, they can go nowhere, because that's all they have. They earn less than two hundred pesos a day, not even enough to pay the expenses from their fishing equipment. Not even enough to educate them, which is of course, the government's responsibility. It's sad to know that many people are suffering from the inability of whoever's in-charge to support the lives of these people. It's pretty much heartbreaking to know that those who are at the top are enjoying the daily services this worldly place can offer, stealing money from my parents' taxes, giving special treatments to other names behind bars, while many, MANY, are hungry, many are looking for a slight change, many are waiting for a little sacrifice. As far as I'm concerned, the budget for all of us is enough. It's just a matter of budgeting correctly and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the government doing to change our lives? Is there still such thing as change? We shouldn't lose hope. Even though, we are all expecting for a great shift in the economy which is almost impossible, even though we are disappointed, there is still hope. And that hope remains untouched even though the situation says, there's nothing left to hope for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that change occurs, I pray that it's not too late. That the hungry people from General Santos City, or from the other parts of the Philippines, are not yet dead and gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4789475824867361254?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4789475824867361254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-society-has-been-tainted-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4789475824867361254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4789475824867361254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-society-has-been-tainted-with.html' title='THE HUNGRY CITIZENS OF GENERAL SANTOS'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7261211272118558254</id><published>2011-07-07T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:33:24.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>IT'S TIME TO EMPTY THE TRASH</title><content type='html'>Whenever we do something wrong unintentionally like misspell a word on a very critical piece of paper or spill a box of cookies, we always have the idea of throwing it out in the trash bin and get a new one. We dispose of it and forget about the mistake we did. Move on. It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, forgetting our mistakes in life is not as easy as throwing a piece of crumpled paper in the garbage. It's not that easy to empty the &lt;i&gt;"trash" &lt;/i&gt;in our lives. And that's because we are afraid of the consequences. Everyone has this dark secret in them that will never come out from their own willingness. Admit it or not, we all have something to hide. We all have something to run away from. Avoid it from showing off. Or Prevent it from coming near us. We all have those misfortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed full of surprises. Many things will come your way. May it be in its positive form, or the other way around. By that, we find it hard to reciprocate everything back to its original form. It's hard to undo things. Mostly when it has already taken its effect on other people. We hurt. We give pain. We cause trouble. We become dreadful. But that's not all. We hide. Many of us will say, &lt;i&gt;I'm strong enough to face my problems, I'm brave enough to face the repercussions of my actions alone&lt;/i&gt;. But I don't think so. We are always scared to face it all. We just act as if we are that tough, we are that brave, we are that forceful. The truth is, we're only fooling ourselves. We are weak. We are nothing. We are only full of deceitful pasts. We are never that good. We will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, although mistakes in the past are hard to forget, although our appalling deeds always haunt us, it never became a reason to give up. Give up when there's still life is a no-no. We are never that strong to face all that's bothering us but we are always blessed enough to have a &lt;b&gt;God &lt;/b&gt;bigger than everything. Everything. We are not brave enough but prayers are always at hand. Faster than lightning. Faster than 911. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender. That's the first step. Don't face the consequences alone. God is here. God is moving. Empty out the trash in you and start again. Mistakes are part of growing up. Try your best not to commit them again. Everyone of us is going through the same rough patches in life, including me. I am not a righteous person and I am not in the position to judge anyone. But take it as an advice. Because just when I was about to give up, God made His way in me. And I know, He will do the same to you. Just think about it. Once you empty yourself and let your heart be filled with the goodness of Christ, your award will be&amp;nbsp;indescribable. And that's an eternal life with Jesus Christ, your Savior, your Redeemer, in heaven where everything else is made out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7261211272118558254?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7261211272118558254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-time-to-empty-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7261211272118558254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7261211272118558254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-time-to-empty-trash.html' title='IT&apos;S TIME TO EMPTY THE TRASH'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7099999345045040635</id><published>2011-07-02T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:13:58.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>LIVE ON!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading a book. Despite the heavy burden that factors around me are causing, I still find time to read PC's The Witch of Portobello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw-3VUt8p0I/Tg7ds99boiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1VUW44oxGvE/s1600/n218868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw-3VUt8p0I/Tg7ds99boiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1VUW44oxGvE/s320/n218868.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Things are going way out of hand for me. In school, I'm having a hard time understanding my lessons which made me realized, I am becoming dumber and dumber by the minute. Then, there's this distorted sleeping pattern of mine. Lastly, I've been missing someone I have to avoid forever. Only God knows how long my tragic life would last. So, while I'm still here, I'm gonna do all the possible things of living my life to its fullest. Keep the faith, I tell myself. Keep the faith. Live on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7099999345045040635?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7099999345045040635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/live-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7099999345045040635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7099999345045040635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/live-on.html' title='LIVE ON!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw-3VUt8p0I/Tg7ds99boiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1VUW44oxGvE/s72-c/n218868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-845635249881672258</id><published>2011-07-02T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:57:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinong gusto mong pakasalan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;when he comes for me in the near future, then i'll tell you. :)) sino ka nga?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-845635249881672258?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/845635249881672258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinong-gusto-mong-pakasalan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/845635249881672258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/845635249881672258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinong-gusto-mong-pakasalan.html' title='sinong gusto mong pakasalan?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-598378458163052730</id><published>2011-06-24T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:53:25.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>AGE TO AGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XAian48rpRA" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this song never failed to touch my heart. hope you guys could pause for a while and listen to it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-598378458163052730?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/598378458163052730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/age-to-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/598378458163052730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/598378458163052730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/age-to-age.html' title='AGE TO AGE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XAian48rpRA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8569017406202994135</id><published>2011-06-21T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T04:23:53.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>DARLING, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmqsqzGQiM/Tfr5Y_U61bI/AAAAAAAAAks/K3PGO5R7SEo/s1600/tumblr_lmsmg3LIoM1qgmqi7o1_r1_500+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmqsqzGQiM/Tfr5Y_U61bI/AAAAAAAAAks/K3PGO5R7SEo/s320/tumblr_lmsmg3LIoM1qgmqi7o1_r1_500+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you think you're not as pretty as the others, well you're definitely wrong. I myself, admit to have countless of insecurities. I doubt my own self, I condemn myself for not being as pretty and sexy as most of the girls I see in the mall, or as smart as the Math wizards in school. Sure, we feel discomfited whenever we see our multi-talented friends showcase their abilities, or our relatives who graduated with honors in some famous state universities. Sure, we get all the pressure. Then, we start to pity ourselves. We put on an imaginary helmet of shame. We feel belittled. We think of all the reasons to stop appreciating how magnificent we are in someone's eyes. We ignore the fact that we are loved by our family and friends because of who we are and not because of what we look like in the outside.We forget that physical appearances become worthless when our hearts turn black like a dark sky. Call me a liar for calling you pretty, call me &lt;i&gt;"plastic"&lt;/i&gt; for treating you like you're THAT beautiful, I couldn't care less. People often ask me how can I call them smart or stunning. But I simply say, because that's what you are! I see you differently. Others may not see that, but I do. I appreciate a lot of people mostly those who have good and kind hearts. Even those strangers who willingly lend their hands. Drivers who talk pleasantly while I'm riding their vehicle, or vendors who say &lt;i&gt;"thank you"&lt;/i&gt; when I buy their goods. Those are people that I call BEAUTIFUL. I don't care if you say I'm blind for not seeing the reality. That's how I see beautiful and wonderful things. From the inside to the outside. Beauty radiates from within. You may feel like you're not blessed for not being rich, or for having zero talents, or negative 1000 brains cells, but you are loved. And if you think nobody loves you, look up. You'll always find the answer. You are beautiful if only you know how to appreciate yourself and remain humble for the rest of your life. Truly, someone will see you the way you see yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For you created my inmost being;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;you knit me together in my mother’s womb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I praise You because I am fearfully&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and wonderfully made;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your works are wonderful,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know that full well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Psalm 139:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8569017406202994135?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8569017406202994135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/darling-youre-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8569017406202994135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8569017406202994135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/darling-youre-beautiful.html' title='DARLING, YOU&apos;RE BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJmqsqzGQiM/Tfr5Y_U61bI/AAAAAAAAAks/K3PGO5R7SEo/s72-c/tumblr_lmsmg3LIoM1qgmqi7o1_r1_500+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-189068285382619184</id><published>2011-06-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:56:37.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>WHEN YOU GIVE YOURSELF AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's the first thing that comes into your mind when you hear the word EVIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it the word ugly? or devilish? hideous? Words related to ugliness and bitterness. Partly, that's how our perspective should go. Another question. Do you believe in Evil creatures? Mean like, fallen angels, a dark world for spirits, vampires, stuffs like that. Do you? Pause for a while and think. In reality, evil things don't look hideous. They certainly don't. they certainly can't. Promulgating deviousness requires seduction, entertainment, power to hypnotize and brainwash ignorant people, or even the smartest ones. See my point? In the real world, evil exists not through scary fangs or creatures in black. They are those who look very appealing outside but always looking forward to put you in trouble. Those who wish for your soul's death. Those who can easily devour all of you. Those things that make you crave for more. Make you want more even though it's already too much. That's true evil. Putting you away from the good stuffs. Turning you into a discomfited freak. But oh, what's the good stuff? Quick answer: PEACE OF MIND AND HEART. That's where you can find ALL the good things in life. Freedom from sin, from the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clearly, my point in this post is simple and short: &lt;b&gt;Don't let your life lose all the good stuff.&lt;/b&gt; Have time to orient yourself between good and evil. Believe that there are really evil spots in the world. When you try to ignore them, you allow yourself to win without fighting. You can not advocate your beliefs without believing that there is something out there that we must defeat. Let us not be seduced by the other &lt;strike&gt;good things&lt;/strike&gt; in life. Nothing is permanent. Even diamonds. Money as they say, is the root of all evil. Those you "idolize" on tv. They're all traps. I am not running a propaganda. Please see my purpose very carefully. I am trying to discuss freely regarding good and evil. I want everyone to realize and understand that evil things come not with ugly faces but with deceiving appearances. Make use of what you have. Be watchful. Life isn't something we just give away. As Casting Crowns sang,&lt;i&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Keep the faith.&amp;nbsp;God bless us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuB886r66Hg/Tfee4e7_ogI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Kjn4WBLsGMo/s1600/Evil+Graphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuB886r66Hg/Tfee4e7_ogI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Kjn4WBLsGMo/s320/Evil+Graphic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-189068285382619184?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/189068285382619184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-give-yourself-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/189068285382619184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/189068285382619184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-give-yourself-away.html' title='WHEN YOU GIVE YOURSELF AWAY'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuB886r66Hg/Tfee4e7_ogI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Kjn4WBLsGMo/s72-c/Evil+Graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6202191624065149918</id><published>2011-06-12T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:14:25.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!</title><content type='html'>Hurrah! Today's a very special day for us Filipinos. I just wonder if our generation still values it the way our heroes did. Suddenly, I remember how it's like when we were under the supremacy of the Spaniards, the US, the British, Japanese, and all the other colonies who held us captives! Oh harsh. Even though I wasn't there, I think it was dreadful. Pretty appalling. But that was all in the past. Thank God it's all over now. Praise God even more! But I am also concerned of the Spratleys. China and Philippines have been towering each other for quite a long time for the ownership. Oil deposit is rich there. Rich I tell you. And do you know China's gonna declare war if we continue to fight for it? But really, I think China owns the island. They've been trading goods even before dinosaurs existed. Kidding. I can't imagine if war between Asians transpire. US said they'd never help. Pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 4th Birthday &lt;i&gt;Riot&lt;/i&gt;! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6202191624065149918?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6202191624065149918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6202191624065149918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6202191624065149918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-independence-day.html' title='HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8718465630158332114</id><published>2011-06-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:45:42.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I JUST WANNA CRY :"(</title><content type='html'>I  am so inactive here in blogger I just wanna cry. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post anything yet because my mind seems to be preoccupied with something more important. But it's good. Being a little busy is good. Particularly when you're trying to get someone off your head. :) And of course, if you're trying to pass your major subjects. So, it's all great. Praise God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm in Multimedia Team this coming CFC Anniversary (June 19)! Isn't it great? It's what I've always wanted since I got in. It's just so cool. So pray for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I told &lt;i&gt;"him"&lt;/i&gt; not to call me anymore. Things will get more complicated when he kept on doing what he does. Besides, what's there to talk about? Right? So long. FTW! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8718465630158332114?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8718465630158332114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-wanna-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8718465630158332114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8718465630158332114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-wanna-cry.html' title='I JUST WANNA CRY :&quot;('/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-2940993893062883462</id><published>2011-06-04T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:04:07.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you always carry with you at all times?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;material stuff? my ipod. and new testament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-2940993893062883462?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2940993893062883462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-always-carry-with-you-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2940993893062883462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2940993893062883462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-always-carry-with-you-at.html' title='What do you always carry with you at all times?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4836374729504885688</id><published>2011-06-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:23:56.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>MONSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paramore's latest single just came out today! And it's quite a song! :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nPoQBwuwE2A" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4836374729504885688?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4836374729504885688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4836374729504885688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4836374729504885688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/monster.html' title='MONSTER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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BS Accountancy. Finally. But I think I got a cold. Again. The weather was kind of harsh and everything was pissing me off. The crowd, the heat. I don't like being with too many people. It complicates my every thought. Later this day, I went to my brother's recital. He was good. When I was his age, I wasn't good enough. But anyways, he had fun playing his guitar. I had fun with the food. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog: Been thinking of making another story. It's been a while since my last. But I have already thought of the concept. It's for all the people who are spiritually blind. Of course, it has to be an original, and new, and very inspiring for those who are emotionally dry. Or seeking for guidance. Wanna help them out. Soul searching is very complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelife: I hate it when someone get the wrong idea of them hurting me. I'm not bitter. HAHA. In fact, I really don't care anymore. Everything's over. It has to stay that way for as long as it could. Apologizing isn't necessary. There's nothing to be sorry for anyway. Believe me, there's more to life than just him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5983255506340500488?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5983255506340500488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-is-okayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5983255506340500488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5983255506340500488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-is-okayy.html' title='EVERYTHING IS OKAYY.'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7476100947821160053</id><published>2011-06-03T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:25:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>single or taken?ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Single chassy. single. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7476100947821160053?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7476100947821160053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/single-or-takenu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7476100947821160053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7476100947821160053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/single-or-takenu.html' title='single or taken?ü'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4904941198881623393</id><published>2011-06-01T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:38:25.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;President of the Philippines. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4904941198881623393?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4904941198881623393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-were-little-what-did-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4904941198881623393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4904941198881623393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-were-little-what-did-you-want.html' title='When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8124004817932208525</id><published>2011-05-26T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:56:31.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you try if you had no fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;like, climb a skyscraper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8124004817932208525?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8124004817932208525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-would-you-try-if-you-had-no-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8124004817932208525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8124004817932208525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-would-you-try-if-you-had-no-fear.html' title='What would you try if you had no fear?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4499151182110910601</id><published>2011-05-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:54:03.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ian Somerhalder'/><title type='text'>IAN SOMERHALDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1IoTDWZ5HA/TdvFedM58BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9BiP-IPz4AI/s1600/deskian-2011-01-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1IoTDWZ5HA/TdvFedM58BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9BiP-IPz4AI/s400/deskian-2011-01-01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HIHI. I just wanna post this one. He has a great personality. He cares for the environment &amp;amp; that's a good thing. VERY. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4499151182110910601?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4499151182110910601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/ian-somerhalder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4499151182110910601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4499151182110910601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/ian-somerhalder.html' title='IAN SOMERHALDER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1IoTDWZ5HA/TdvFedM58BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9BiP-IPz4AI/s72-c/deskian-2011-01-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5786477914339365800</id><published>2011-05-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:40:15.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>JUST A DAY</title><content type='html'>To sum up what happened today, it was pretty normal. Me, &amp;amp; Jun attended a thanksgiving. Of course there was food. LOL. We strolled around for a while in the town's Plaza and went back home to lend Jun a PS 2 controller. That was it I guess. But last May 19, we went to Aguacito Resort and celebrated a post birthday party for Charlene. Too bad some of our closest friends couldn't come. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a LOT in Tumblr lately. I didn't like it. But, life must go on. He cheated or not, I really don't care anymore. We shouldn't waste our precious little time for people who hurt other people intentionally, secretly or whatever. I was bitter at first, but I realized, it really wasn't worth it. Btw, I changed my number and facebook account! I don't know, for a change, MAYBE. It doesn't matter. All I know is, a lot of people care for me, true people. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please grow up. Whoever you are. Just grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5786477914339365800?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5786477914339365800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5786477914339365800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5786477914339365800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-day.html' title='JUST A DAY'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4353595350781373079</id><published>2011-05-20T09:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:34:10.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is your dream date? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;JOHNNY DEPP. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4353595350781373079?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4353595350781373079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-is-your-dream-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4353595350781373079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4353595350781373079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-is-your-dream-date.html' title='who is your dream date? :)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1972006251657030086</id><published>2011-05-20T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:34:02.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will you think the world will end? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;actually, i don't think of that. i focus on my purpose. thinking of doomsday only distracts us from proclaiming the Gospel. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1972006251657030086?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1972006251657030086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-will-you-think-world-will-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1972006251657030086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1972006251657030086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-will-you-think-world-will-end.html' title='when will you think the world will end? :)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7390501967526729284</id><published>2011-05-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:29:23.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 New Wonders of the World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomsday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serengiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 1:37'/><title type='text'>IF THE WORLD ENDS TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>If the world ends tomorrow (which is not gonna happen for sure) I just wanna make a close to impossible&lt;i&gt; *to - do list* &lt;/i&gt;because I ran out of things to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to China, take care of Pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a trip to Ethiopia, Niger, Central African Republic, Guinea Bissau, Comoros, Somalia, Solomon Islands, Zimbabwe, Liberia, Congo, and all the remaining parts of Africa,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; conduct a medical mission. Proclaim the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cross the Amazon forest, plant 1000 trees, look for a Macaw &amp;amp; swim with Manatees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Climb the tallest skyscraper (&lt;i&gt;which is the Burj Khalifa tower in Dubai, i think&lt;/i&gt;), &amp;amp; conquer my fear of heights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit the 7 New Wonders of the World, praise God for these. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Serengeti Park, watch animals migrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to a Hillsong Concert, praise &amp;amp; worship the Lord our God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be a singer for one day, sing in a Day Care Center or something like that. &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn ballet, be a ballerina. (&lt;i&gt;my long-time dream which is never gonna come true no matter what i do. lol&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. See a Paramore Concert, take a picture with them. Go home to Philippines. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, these all sound unbelievable, absurd and they're all so good to be ever possible but nahhhhh! They're all gonna come true except for my dream #9. But the rest? I guess one day they will!!! LOL. Nothing is impossible with GOD (&lt;i&gt;Luke 1:37&lt;/i&gt;) so pray without ceasing everyone! Keep the faith! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7390501967526729284?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7390501967526729284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-world-ends-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7390501967526729284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7390501967526729284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-world-ends-tomorrow.html' title='IF THE WORLD ENDS TOMORROW'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1883787049567332875</id><published>2011-05-19T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:04:15.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What ice cream flavor describes your personality the best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;idk. hm, halo-halo? HAHA. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1883787049567332875?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1883787049567332875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-ice-cream-flavor-describes-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1883787049567332875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1883787049567332875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-ice-cream-flavor-describes-your.html' title='What ice cream flavor describes your personality the best?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6591928803633633159</id><published>2011-05-17T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:40:09.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retouched my layout. Still trying to make my banner though. So, there. It looks cold. LOL. Good night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6591928803633633159?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6591928803633633159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/retouched-my-layout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6591928803633633159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6591928803633633159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/retouched-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-475058791211447192</id><published>2011-05-17T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:57:48.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I LOVE KIDS CALLING ME ATE</title><content type='html'>I really feel overwhelmed and warm whenever kids or people call me &lt;i&gt;Ate&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know why, it's not the feeling of superiority or respect, but it feels kinda nice that people address you with something rather than &lt;i&gt;hoy&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;pssst&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;nang&lt;/i&gt;. LOL. Am I getting selfish here? Is it just me who likes that or you guys like it too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, when people call me&lt;i&gt; Ate&lt;/i&gt;, I just feel like I can be a help to them. I can&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;them w/ whatever they need. Assistance, or aid. Whatever. Whenever. LOL. I am not myself today. But I'm trying to console myself from the sorrow I feel with this cold that I possess. And from all the zits in my face. I feel ugly. REALLY UGLY. HAHA. Btw, Kryrien and Karl came here today. I helped Kyrien with her Sociology project. How nice, I so wanna have a summer class, too. Unfortunately, my school's kind of passive when it comes to that. Most especially when you're in the college of Business Administration. So much for that. Then, we chatted for hours. It's good to see friends from way back. They're sociable, gregarious and really fun to be with. Too bad I had to cough every minute. It's hard to talk when you're sniffing like a dog. Hope I get well soon! And I am so looking forward to the month of June. I have submitted the evaluation of my grades already. I got a GPA of 1.66 last 2nd semester. So that qualifies me to shift to Accountancy. 5 more years and I'm done! Wow. That sure sounds easy. HAHA. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-475058791211447192?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/475058791211447192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-kids-calling-me-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/475058791211447192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/475058791211447192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-kids-calling-me-ate.html' title='I LOVE KIDS CALLING ME ATE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8517524840429686167</id><published>2011-05-17T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:29:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you could be any other person living right now, who would you be???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;nobody. i love the way God made me. beautiful inside. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8517524840429686167?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8517524840429686167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-could-be-any-other-person-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8517524840429686167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8517524840429686167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-could-be-any-other-person-living.html' title='if you could be any other person living right now, who would you be???'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-207775880929896056</id><published>2011-05-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:31:54.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>HEAVEN OR HELL</title><content type='html'>I have read something in Tumblr and it actually disturbed me. Someone asked, "Are you an atheist?" Then, answers came up running like, No. But I don't think God is biased and there is eternal damnation. Or something like, I don't believe there's heaven or hell but I believe in God. And I'm like WHAT? You have a god but you don't believe in heaven or hell? Oh well, it's really hard to explain when you're not into teaching. But here goes. First of all, there is a God who exists since forever and He's up there looking down, watching your every single move, listening to everything you say, and understanding everything you think. Second, there is hell. That's where God sends those who refuse to follow Him. He doesn't wanna throw us there but we chose to be disobedient, to be unrighteous, to be appalling in every way, to keep a distance away from Him, and refusing the most important gift He gave - Jesus Christ as mediator, as sacrifice, as savior, as a sign of His immeasurable love or what we call, SALVATION. Lastly, there is a place called heaven. That's where we would wanna go. But if you don't believe me, you can always check the Bible for truths. Go and ask a pastor or a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;About GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Genesis 1:26, Isaiah 9:6, Matthew 3:16-17; 28:19, Luke 1:35, Hebrews 3:7-11, and 1 John 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;About hell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Daniel 12:2, Matthew 5:22, Matthew 10:28, 2 Thessalonians 1:9, Revelation 20:9-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;About heaven: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;John 14:1-3, Philippians 3:20-21, Revelation 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Bible expert. I just tried contemplating those verses in the Scripture. Some of them I googled. But all these are references you can always count on. These were written by the witnesses of Jesus Christ's works. God's greatness. But it's always up to you. So you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-207775880929896056?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/207775880929896056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/heaven-or-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/207775880929896056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/207775880929896056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/heaven-or-hell.html' title='HEAVEN OR HELL'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8299350490693755736</id><published>2011-05-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:43:48.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOK DEACTIVATED :)</title><content type='html'>Just last month, I thought to myself, I have to deactivate my facebook account when classes start on June because, well, I don't wanna use it anymore. But I asked myself, why not do it now? HAHA. Things there just doesn't seem right. It's very public, at the same time people are starting to overflow. It's nice to interact but I think it's becoming more and more boring for me. Everyday you post a status, photos, whatever. Wait for notif to pop then go check it then you post again. Oh the routine. It's not fun for me anymore. I don't wanna sound nasty or anything here but that's just how I feel for it. Might as well be active in Twitter and Blogger. Here is better. LOL. It's not much but I enjoy reading blogs even those that are considered diaries. You get to learn a lot from different people plus you can grab a few techniques in writing an article or improving your vocabulary. It's very useful. Twitter's not all gossip, too. It depends on the people you follow. I like following those who tweet Bible verses, or inspirational lines. Well, so much for that. Good night everyone. God bless you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8299350490693755736?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8299350490693755736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/facebook-deactivated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8299350490693755736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8299350490693755736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/facebook-deactivated.html' title='FACEBOOK DEACTIVATED :)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-800011941383448735</id><published>2011-05-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:39:35.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nat Geo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>IF YOU ASK ME, I REALLY CAN'T SEE THE FUTURE EVERYONE'S TALKING ABOUT</title><content type='html'>You must have known by now that the river in the Amazon forest has gone two meters down this year.  Or a fish called Orange Roughy is endangered because of unwarranted fishing. Or the water level in the northern part of the planet (which actually didn't exist since the 90's) is hastily increasing. YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN, BY NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is the number one threat in the termination of humanity. I bet you didn't notice how the news gets worse and worse every single day because you’re too busy with facebook or tumblr. I have heard a speech once that says, &lt;i&gt;“We did not inherit the Earth, we just borrowed it from the unborn.”&lt;/i&gt; I thought it was the same thing, but it ain't. If you're watching Nat Geo, you could surely recount. Out of a random circumstance, I felt like I wanna be a part of saving the Earth. Be a Green Peace member or be a Wildlife Advocate. Hello! It's like the only planet we can live in! But we continue to take it for granted. We abuse her for our own egotistic WANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see people throwing trash “accidentally” on the ground, teenagers vandalizing walls that aren't even theirs, and home owners who burn plastic instead of recycling (they could've at least seal it in a storage or something). I do admit I have corrupted the environment countless of times. But I'm trying my best to keep away from those nasty behaviors. Sometimes I wonder how much CFC’s I give off every time I open the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that when the Amazon dies out, all mankind will also disappear? It is the largest tropical rainforest in the world with 1.7 million acres, scratch that, it’s 1.7 BILLION ACRES. With each putrid act, we actually put ourselves in the extremity of our existence. Literally. I cannot help the world by myself. I cannot change it by just posting about it. It may even have no effect at all. But this is always possible if we work together. Practice recycling at home. Plant shrubs or whatever. Do not be ashamed of picking up plastics along the street and throw it in the proper bins. Continue advocating for animals being hunted down for conceited purposes. Little act might do. We cannot wait until it’s too late. We cannot just sit around and do nothing but update our facebook status and tweet ALL DAY LONG. Or reblog posts in Tumblr that sometimes made no sense at all &lt;i&gt;(no offense)&lt;/i&gt;. I’m getting a little too carried away by the situation here. But all my life I’ve been a sordid offender, and now that I know the real situation of the Earth? I cannot wait for another day to pass and all I did was nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always say&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; “lets save Mother Earth for the future generation.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, guess what? Now, is the new future. ‘Cause if you ask me? I really cannot see the future everyone’s talking about. God would be pleased if we take care of the HOME he gave us. He would be so proud of us, His CARETAKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of His caretakers? 'Cause I'm gonna be one. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-800011941383448735?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/800011941383448735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-ask-me-i-really-cant-see-future.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/800011941383448735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/800011941383448735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-ask-me-i-really-cant-see-future.html' title='IF YOU ASK ME, I REALLY CAN&apos;T SEE THE FUTURE EVERYONE&apos;S TALKING ABOUT'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8282762508966642712</id><published>2011-05-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:29:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What movie can you watch again and again and never get sick of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;movies. Titanic. Freedom Writers. Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy. Hotel Rwanda. hm, they're many to count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8282762508966642712?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8282762508966642712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-movie-can-you-watch-again-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8282762508966642712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8282762508966642712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-movie-can-you-watch-again-and.html' title='What movie can you watch again and again and never get sick of?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6540867525504607910</id><published>2011-05-11T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:44:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite quotation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;True love is an act of total surrender. -Paulo Coelho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6540867525504607910?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6540867525504607910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-your-favorite-quotation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6540867525504607910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6540867525504607910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-your-favorite-quotation.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favorite quotation?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7667030110663593487</id><published>2011-05-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:58:07.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>FAMILY REUNION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family.  Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.&lt;/i&gt;  -Jane Howard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I love my family. Relatives, bloodline, whatever you call them. We actually share a lot of stuffs together. We used to go to the whole clan's farm and have a picnic there. Or ride carabaos or climb trees. Pick fruits. Sleep in a hut. We even bathe together. We go from way way back. Now, we just hang here and there. Sit and talk at our grandparents' house in Tulunan (&lt;i&gt;don't ask. i know the place ain't familiar.&lt;/i&gt;) Watch movies or eat. And eat. Or take care of our younger cousins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our family reunion today. It was fun. Although we were few in numbers, it went great! Praise God. More power to Pragados - Lacumbo Clan. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHSlLJlUyQE/TcarhG0Fp1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1z3DFX79dDU/s1600/DSC08817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHSlLJlUyQE/TcarhG0Fp1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1z3DFX79dDU/s320/DSC08817.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is what we really are together. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wdAf37Lagc/TcasMGKr-HI/AAAAAAAAAho/UfWUI-SHgW0/s1600/DSC08823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wdAf37Lagc/TcasMGKr-HI/AAAAAAAAAho/UfWUI-SHgW0/s320/DSC08823.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cuties! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0DazmZQals/TcasyUXBUnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ia0DCRsdSO8/s1600/DSC08808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0DazmZQals/TcasyUXBUnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ia0DCRsdSO8/s320/DSC08808.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Demi! My niece. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orNYaYKNsLs/TcatX9M-BWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5wdPaFzDPOM/s1600/DSC08842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orNYaYKNsLs/TcatX9M-BWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5wdPaFzDPOM/s320/DSC08842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juiiauUAN3o/Tcat30-KTYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LNZh_VXpu3w/s1600/DSC08896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juiiauUAN3o/Tcat30-KTYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LNZh_VXpu3w/s320/DSC08896.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harmony! She's like me. Always talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7667030110663593487?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7667030110663593487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7667030110663593487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7667030110663593487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-reunion.html' title='FAMILY REUNION'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHSlLJlUyQE/TcarhG0Fp1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1z3DFX79dDU/s72-c/DSC08817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5198334705890689703</id><published>2011-05-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T06:51:44.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>MY NANAY ♥</title><content type='html'>Everyone's been posting about their moms now. I bet it's not too late to rant about this. :))&lt;br /&gt;My nanay's from a simple family. She graduated BS Agricultural Engineering in USM. So, basically, my mother's an engineer. She's also the eldest among 10 siblings. So, she's actually taken care of 9, i mean 9 other kids while she studies, reads, and do other chores! My mother's a bookworm. She loves Sidney Sheldon. She also talks. A LOT. Like most moms do. But i like her that way. She reminds us of the do's and the dont's. ALL THE TIME. She's also very caring. She never lets us catch a cold or any virus get in the household. If ever we did catch one, she always makes sure that we're gonna be okayy before she leaves for work. She's more than a mother. She's everything my tatay was looking for! LOL. I thank God for this wonderful creation. He never fails to give us the BEST. Praise God. Happy Mother's Day Jasmin Fallorina Pragados-Malicad. Happy Mother's Day to all the heroines of the world. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fiaNdZzsEAA/TcadA8dgojI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xfRAZpNcCoQ/s1600/DSC08871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fiaNdZzsEAA/TcadA8dgojI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xfRAZpNcCoQ/s320/DSC08871.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5198334705890689703?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5198334705890689703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-nanay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5198334705890689703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5198334705890689703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-nanay.html' title='MY NANAY ♥'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fiaNdZzsEAA/TcadA8dgojI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xfRAZpNcCoQ/s72-c/DSC08871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4369488471721248744</id><published>2011-05-05T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:43:30.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER POST FROM FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: So, you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student was silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : From . . . GOD . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Yes,Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Little Heat or No Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have anything called Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot Measure Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat is Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the Absence of Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, Darkness isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class was in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one appears to have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science says that You have No Brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4369488471721248744?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4369488471721248744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-post-from-facebook.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4369488471721248744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4369488471721248744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-post-from-facebook.html' title='ANOTHER POST FROM FACEBOOK'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5376571045066184690</id><published>2011-05-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:58:05.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>THE LORD'S PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids are just adorable! Years ago, I despised kids. SO MUCH. Like I just wanted to scream at them for being so hyped and restless and ALIVE! I am always exasperated and annoyed by these little creatures everytime I see them running around and playing like there's no tomorrow. But when I started serving Kids for Christ &lt;i&gt;(I actually hesitated many times before accepting it)&lt;/i&gt; I happened to like them. They have this cuteness in them. Although you have to chase them around the room, tell them a lot of stories and make them stay put during lectures, it's all worth the pain, I mean the effort. There's this joy you feel when you would see each other again and they would call you and hug you and say, &lt;i&gt;"Hi Ate! Diba ikaw yung Troop Leader namin dati?" &lt;/i&gt; They actually learned something from you. But then, these kids, which I hate before are God's plan to prepare me for bigger roles and responsibilities. God's placing us in places and situations that we disdain most so we could subjugate whatever it is that's disturbing us. It's His way of telling us that once you become His child, you have to accept the responsibilities attached. But all your sacrifices are always worth everything. Because just like what they say, &lt;i&gt;"You may not have everything you desire, but you'll always have everything you deserve."&lt;/i&gt;Right! And I would like to share you a video (&lt;i&gt;courtesy: YouTube&lt;/i&gt;) which I find very very CUUUUUTE! We should pray like these Kids. SIMPLE but SINCERE. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/biQl2CHwfJA" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5376571045066184690?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5376571045066184690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/lords-prayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5376571045066184690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5376571045066184690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/lords-prayer.html' title='THE LORD&apos;S PRAYER'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/biQl2CHwfJA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8797686856441384722</id><published>2011-04-29T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:06:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your funniest memory? ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;i have lots of it actually. :DD most of them i remember, are with my friends. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8797686856441384722?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8797686856441384722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-your-funniest-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8797686856441384722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8797686856441384722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-your-funniest-memory.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your funniest memory? ;))'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6339344508301313886</id><published>2011-04-29T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:05:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What annoys you the most? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;i don't know. myself. &amp;gt;:|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6339344508301313886?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6339344508301313886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-annoys-you-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6339344508301313886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6339344508301313886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-annoys-you-most.html' title='What annoys you the most? =)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-2401534295058671177</id><published>2011-04-29T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:04:46.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the songs in your playlist that you're most likely to play on repeat? =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;ahhm, The Stand, Came to my Rescue, other hillsong songs, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Say by Boyce Avenue. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-2401534295058671177?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2401534295058671177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-songs-in-your-playlist-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2401534295058671177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2401534295058671177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-songs-in-your-playlist-that.html' title='What are the songs in your playlist that you&amp;#39;re most likely to play on repeat? =))'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8134726252849208304</id><published>2011-04-26T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T06:23:46.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>IT'S FOR THE BEST</title><content type='html'>So, me and my first love, I mean FORMER, decided to be on our separate ways. Well, it's for the best. We had our love at the wrong time. See, we're too young. This is God's way of telling me that things have their own time. That I should remember that HE has greater plans and we shouldn't rush nor take things TOO seriously. Although it was an unwanted break up, uhm wait. It wasn't a break up, it was a separation. LOL. Anyway, I don't feel unhappy at all! I took it like it's actually a blessing. That he finally realized how important our future is and that it should be our priority first. At the moment, we should enjoy the freedom God is giving us. Enjoy life for what it is. No worries about looking good for someone, no jealousy issues, no attachments. Realize the unfathomable. Discover your inner self. It's all good. There's always the RIGHT TIME with the RIGHT ONE. So to him, I wish you all the best and take care. Our promise will be kept, that's for sure. So, if it's us, then it's us. No reason to hate. I'm just glad that it's all clear, now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8134726252849208304?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8134726252849208304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-for-best.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8134726252849208304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8134726252849208304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-for-best.html' title='IT&apos;S FOR THE BEST'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-1830155362515024172</id><published>2011-04-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:37:35.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>92 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got this from Facebook. missing numbers: 56, 57, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 77. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: &lt;b&gt;Johanna Lyn Pragados Malicad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGE: &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDATE: &lt;b&gt;October 6, 1993&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT ADDRESS: &lt;b&gt;Don Buencamino Avenue, Isulan, Sultan Kudarat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last beverage = &lt;b&gt;Water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. last phone call = &lt;b&gt;no numbers daw sabi ng cellphone ko. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last text message = &lt;b&gt;Ena Angela Oculto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last song you listened to = &lt;b&gt;Came to My Rescue (hillsong)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried = &lt;b&gt;April 24, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dated someone twice = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. been cheated on =&lt;b&gt; i really don't know. HAHA. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = &lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. lost someone special = &lt;b&gt;Yes. My Lolo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. been depressed =&lt;b&gt; More than a thousand times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = &lt;b&gt;NOPE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;b&gt; Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Grey/Gray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST YEAR (2010), HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love = &lt;b&gt;YES. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = &lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = &lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list =  &lt;b&gt;YES. Friends &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = &lt;b&gt;about 80%.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name =&lt;b&gt; I'm happy with Johanna Lyn. My last name? SOMEDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for  your last birthday = &lt;b&gt;Ate A LOT w/ friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = &lt;b&gt;10 AM. hihi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = &lt;b&gt;Reading blogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = &lt;b&gt;My hair to grow longer. ILC 2012. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = &lt;b&gt;Just now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life =&lt;b&gt; Some mistakes during HS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = &lt;b&gt;Say (Boyce Avenue)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? = &lt;b&gt;NOPE. yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = &lt;b&gt;Nothing. I learned how to stay calm no matter what the situation is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage = &lt;b&gt;BLOGGER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nickname = &lt;b&gt;Hon | Han | Honey | Hani | Neng | Ning | Jo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status = &lt;b&gt;SINGLE AND VERY MUCH HAPPY. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign = &lt;b&gt;Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. He or She = &lt;b&gt;She.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary = &lt;b&gt;King David Academy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. High School = &lt;b&gt;Sultan Kudarat State University - Science Laboratory High School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. College = &lt;b&gt;Mindanao State University - General Santos City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color = &lt;b&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short = &lt;b&gt;Short. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height =&lt;b&gt; 5 FLAT. HAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = &lt;b&gt;YES. Johnny Depp.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What is your darkest secret? = &lt;b&gt;it wouldn't be a secret if i post it here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings = &lt;b&gt;Ears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos = &lt;b&gt;Zero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty= &lt;b&gt;Lefty. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery = &lt;b&gt;As far as I can remember, wala pa naman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing = &lt;b&gt;When I was months old.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend(s) = &lt;b&gt;Mary Ann. Mec-Mec. Kring-Kring. Apple. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined = &lt;b&gt;NOOOOOOOONE. Not Applicable. HAHAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation = &lt;b&gt;Tulunan, North Cotabato.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating = &lt;b&gt;NADA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking = &lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about  to = &lt;b&gt;Pray &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to = &lt;b&gt;All We Know (Paramore)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for = &lt;b&gt; My College Graduation. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? = &lt;b&gt;Of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? = &lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career? =  &lt;b&gt;CPA Lawyer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes = &lt;b&gt;Eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = &lt;b&gt;Hugs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller = &lt;b&gt;Taller.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger =&lt;b&gt; Older.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = &lt;b&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = &lt;b&gt;????? ARMS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = &lt;b&gt;Sensitive. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = &lt;b&gt;What are hook ups for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = &lt;b&gt;HESITANT. Iwas-gulo. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = &lt;b&gt;Yes. Sa cheeks. During YFC Gatherings. :DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = &lt;b&gt;NO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date = &lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broke someone's heart = &lt;b&gt;Maybe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = &lt;b&gt;YES!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested =&lt;b&gt; NOPE. hope not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = &lt;b&gt;Yes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles = &lt;b&gt;YES. Everyday is a miracle, if you must know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight = &lt;b&gt;Not really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus =&lt;b&gt; NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = &lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels = &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DONE. This is actually a good past time. :DD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-1830155362515024172?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1830155362515024172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/92-random-facts-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1830155362515024172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/1830155362515024172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/92-random-facts-about-me.html' title='92 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4455512098050297270</id><published>2011-04-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:03:33.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>EASTER SUNDAY WITH KIDS! :D</title><content type='html'>So, summer's been really useful to me. With my active service to God plus fun, I'm really enjoying it. Although, I cried buckets today, I still loved it. Reason? Well, when I thought of my past, my ex who never really cared in particular, and my life now that I have really accepted Christ and let Him sail my wrecked ship (well, almost) I felt totally happy. Extremely HAPPY. I was losing all the hope but then, Kenneth showed up and taught me A LOT! Praise God. She is indeed a blessing. My problem now, is how to tell my parents that I wanna be in a community where I could really grow spiritually. Church membership is a BIG THING for me. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with the other Youth for Christ todayyy! We served the Kids for Christ's Easter Sunday Special! There was magic, and FOOD, and games, and Kids Praise, and it was really FUN! We also went to Jasper Faith's 18th birthday celebration. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfeDpWDksow/TbQ7H6PizKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yaVFYKgyG2M/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfeDpWDksow/TbQ7H6PizKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yaVFYKgyG2M/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNRiHSF5x18/TbQ7WIdHb8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/COk2Dhbm5p0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNRiHSF5x18/TbQ7WIdHb8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/COk2Dhbm5p0/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58jomsfbSgY/TbQ7e3L0P5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/zP5Q6yWkHs0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58jomsfbSgY/TbQ7e3L0P5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/zP5Q6yWkHs0/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4455512098050297270?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4455512098050297270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday-with-kids-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4455512098050297270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4455512098050297270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday-with-kids-d.html' title='EASTER SUNDAY WITH KIDS! :D'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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Go to church on Sundays and eat ice cream after the Eucharist? Well, that’s kind of like the phase in my life I want to stay in. It’s a phase when my only problem is how to eat candies without breaking a single tooth or get cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close my eyes, I want to go back to the time when I never shed a tear for a boy, I never doubted my worth, I never hesitated to go to church, and the time before I turned 15. The time when my innocence wasn’t broken, yet. What happened when I was 15 anyway? I don’t know. I just don’t feel like so. But here’s the thought, I wanna live a life free from guilt, from misfortunes, from errors, from failures. Selfish, eh? I know. But who wouldn’t choose that kind of living? It’s a Christian thing. I want to teach people about God but something’s been holding me back for almost a year now. My UNWORTHINESS. I feel like I’m not the right person to tell you folks about Him. That I am not a righteous person. I am filthy. Polluted. I can never be upright. Not even close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just this Lenten season, one thing made me cry while I was praying in the night: JESUS BEING NAILED TO THE CROSS. And just like the message of a song I heard, &lt;i&gt;“I am one of the earthly reasons why Jesus Christ gave up His life.”&lt;/i&gt; What kind of love can top that? Nothing. No one can ever give that much of a love. For the past years of my life, I know I wasn’t living IT. I was searching for love at the wrong place and certainly at the wrong time. It wasn’t worth all the pain. But when I stepped into college, I met people who clearly changed my focus points. I grew more mature, spiritually. Everytime I think of my “unworthiness” they are always there to remind me of how God called me to be His child. They reminded me that nothing can ever stop God from pulling me back into His arms. That no boy can actually love me the way He can. His love is fathomless, immense, and overwhelmingly unfailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any reasons why I should hate myself? None. Because God loves me JUST THE WAY I AM. I can see that through all the wonderful blessings He gave and all the tests He sends to make me stronger and more faithful. I am physically able, I have a complete family, understanding friends, quality education, air, water, food, house, home. I know I don’t have everything, but I do know I have all the things God wants me to have. I have all the things I need. It’s all right here, IN MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should continue no matter what. So, there’s no need for me to be stuck in a place where all I did was watch Codename: Kids Next Door on Cartoon Network. I could be somewhere else. Somewhere God wants me to be. But until now, I’m still considering a lot of stuffs. As in A WHOLE LOT OF THINGS. So, please pray for me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My thoughts are becoming random now. But hey, I enjoy writing. Give me this opportunity to share you my arbitrariness. It’s something I have since I learned how to write. Good night! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-9165770943714804396?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9165770943714804396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-no-need-for-me-to-be-stuck-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/9165770943714804396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/9165770943714804396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-no-need-for-me-to-be-stuck-in.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO NEED FOR ME TO BE STUCK IN A PLACE WHERE ALL I DID WAS WATCH CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6167633124360666254</id><published>2011-04-19T01:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:11:46.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your favorite song right now? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Gracious GOD. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6167633124360666254?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6167633124360666254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-your-favorite-song-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6167633124360666254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6167633124360666254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-your-favorite-song-right-now.html' title='what&amp;#39;s your favorite song right now? :)'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-6975653544306497337</id><published>2011-04-19T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:11:40.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/honeymalicad" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/honeymalicad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-6975653544306497337?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6975653544306497337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6975653544306497337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/6975653544306497337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter ?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7653104711076645825</id><published>2011-04-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:27:48.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>ARMED AND READY FOR THE WIN</title><content type='html'>When we serve God, we wouldn't care what others would say. And I don't care if I wear conventional clothes as long as Christ is seen in me. I don't care if I eat in banana leaves or eat in a plate with 5 more people. I don't care as long as I glorify God. I'm not close to perfect. My record was never neat. I admit my mistakes. I will never deny the fact that I am a big fat sinner. But one thing's for sure. I am armed and ready FOR THE WIN. I will forget my past, try hard to become a servant-leader, be as righteous as I can be, and of course, love God endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwlbAvSKdas/TaxXRTZx_AI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wpcA_ybUa_c/s1600/208427_1684378315992_1433646095_31302277_3081762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwlbAvSKdas/TaxXRTZx_AI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wpcA_ybUa_c/s320/208427_1684378315992_1433646095_31302277_3081762_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*When we love God, it follows that we love the environment, our family, friends, and even enemies. Share the love.* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7653104711076645825?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7653104711076645825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/armed-and-ready-for-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7653104711076645825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7653104711076645825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/armed-and-ready-for-win.html' title='ARMED AND READY FOR THE WIN'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwlbAvSKdas/TaxXRTZx_AI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wpcA_ybUa_c/s72-c/208427_1684378315992_1433646095_31302277_3081762_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4930550214975677200</id><published>2011-04-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:37:59.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>THIS IS SUMMER TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb5LRHdqRWs/TaxDbRWKARI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Gac_Fdw0QMw/s1600/215543_1674345065765_1451604493_31384662_3434554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb5LRHdqRWs/TaxDbRWKARI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Gac_Fdw0QMw/s320/215543_1674345065765_1451604493_31384662_3434554_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;i can't deny that i am overwhelmed every time i look at this&lt;/i&gt;. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I spent the whole week out of town. In the beautiful island of Camiguin and the city of golden friendship, Cagayan de Oro, particularly. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I want my summer to be every year. I'm not only visiting the best places God made but serving Him in a way humans can. To take care of the Earth, promote &lt;i&gt;Greeneration&lt;/i&gt;, and of course, preserve what's left in the Terra firma. To further elaborate, here are some photos. Enjoy! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTN4MlG-VhQ/TaxDlTa02MI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hCpTpiCpQqE/s1600/222132_1674386746807_1451604493_31384756_3559420_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTN4MlG-VhQ/TaxDlTa02MI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hCpTpiCpQqE/s320/222132_1674386746807_1451604493_31384756_3559420_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portview GK Village.&lt;i&gt; We had to climb almost a kilometer high to reach this site. Our sweat just wouldn't stop running out of our excretory glands but being an aid to the people here took it all away.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9aJT3dbUO8/TaxDS8nKaKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KFZi5oFPjYs/s1600/207081_204132986283948_100000617430332_624716_1640877_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9aJT3dbUO8/TaxDS8nKaKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KFZi5oFPjYs/s320/207081_204132986283948_100000617430332_624716_1640877_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coastal Clean-up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80qD_MAN6Tk/TaxDUWjvtnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HGZHDPo0C0U/s1600/207105_204134296283817_100000617430332_624759_428751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80qD_MAN6Tk/TaxDUWjvtnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HGZHDPo0C0U/s320/207105_204134296283817_100000617430332_624759_428751_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being in the community makes me endure all the stress I feel everyday. See me smile?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(sinuyod namin buong shore kakakuha ng basura, hindi lang obvious. lol.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLAwZF8sAJw/TaxDZuQPYcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mNFHm-Up8ZQ/s1600/215265_1675075044014_1451604493_31385842_8178307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLAwZF8sAJw/TaxDZuQPYcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mNFHm-Up8ZQ/s320/215265_1675075044014_1451604493_31385842_8178307_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w_rYFgH1mo/TaxDQ--h7pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Vt4wc7We8GY/s1600/206467_1675083884235_1451604493_31385878_960848_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w_rYFgH1mo/TaxDQ--h7pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Vt4wc7We8GY/s320/206467_1675083884235_1451604493_31385878_960848_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Camiguin's White Island. Well, the name says it all. We had a praise fest when we got here. Makes me wanna cry. Oh the beauty. T.T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Camiguin has loads of tourist spots. You might as well wanna check them out. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0cJng6zVu8/TaxMfA54VZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0HLv1e-LTUo/s1600/205039_1675160086140_1451604493_31386141_1926650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0cJng6zVu8/TaxMfA54VZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0HLv1e-LTUo/s320/205039_1675160086140_1451604493_31386141_1926650_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Walkway to the Old Volcano and Stations of the Cross.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbeZU06m3tM/TaxDgK2aR4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/Wu7QJBeKlQ4/s1600/217037_204129902950923_100000617430332_624592_3485436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbeZU06m3tM/TaxDgK2aR4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/Wu7QJBeKlQ4/s320/217037_204129902950923_100000617430332_624592_3485436_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Certified&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;STRESS RELIEVER.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJcCIXODU6Y/TaxDdgruifI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b4EgXjdQqZo/s1600/216060_1675168046339_1451604493_31386169_1465915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJcCIXODU6Y/TaxDdgruifI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b4EgXjdQqZo/s320/216060_1675168046339_1451604493_31386169_1465915_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunken Cemetery. :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Sd-_0mmHY/TaxL20Gld2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/qCz9ffHbsOA/s1600/207319_1675170446399_1451604493_31386178_751036_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Sd-_0mmHY/TaxL20Gld2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/qCz9ffHbsOA/s320/207319_1675170446399_1451604493_31386178_751036_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48jiWmyAHoA/TaxDimqn4WI/AAAAAAAAAgw/u__w7YfyxSs/s1600/217632_204141689616411_100000617430332_625003_2365124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48jiWmyAHoA/TaxDimqn4WI/AAAAAAAAAgw/u__w7YfyxSs/s320/217632_204141689616411_100000617430332_625003_2365124_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is from the Old Church. I hug a tree to tap off negative energies.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;It's effective!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13AAMcEp9LQ/TaxDWSPyRZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/D2dYZzEHBpQ/s1600/208319_1675169006363_1451604493_31386173_2993382_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13AAMcEp9LQ/TaxDWSPyRZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/D2dYZzEHBpQ/s320/208319_1675169006363_1451604493_31386173_2993382_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4930550214975677200?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4930550214975677200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-summer-to-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4930550214975677200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4930550214975677200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-summer-to-me.html' title='THIS IS SUMMER TO ME'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb5LRHdqRWs/TaxDbRWKARI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Gac_Fdw0QMw/s72-c/215543_1674345065765_1451604493_31384662_3434554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4671576551684752050</id><published>2011-04-08T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T05:44:56.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in miracle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;of course. everyday is a miracle. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4671576551684752050?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4671576551684752050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-believe-in-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4671576551684752050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4671576551684752050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-believe-in-miracle.html' title='Do you believe in miracle?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-2822642287648118204</id><published>2011-04-08T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T05:38:14.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your favorite artist?? ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;pwd artists? lol. johnny depp, hugh grant, amanda bynes, milla jovovich, hayley williams, ian somerhalder. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-2822642287648118204?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2822642287648118204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-your-favorite-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2822642287648118204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/2822642287648118204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-your-favorite-artist.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s your favorite artist?? ..'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5839643245381651651</id><published>2011-04-07T00:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:48:52.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;my family, my friends, and God. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5839643245381651651?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5839643245381651651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5839643245381651651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5839643245381651651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-makes-you-happy.html' title='what makes you happy?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-630077034509698659</id><published>2011-04-07T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:48:12.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What movie are you most looking forward to seeing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: ON STRANGER TIDES!!!! hungry for it. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-630077034509698659?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/630077034509698659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-movie-are-you-most-looking-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/630077034509698659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/630077034509698659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-movie-are-you-most-looking-forward.html' title='What movie are you most looking forward to seeing?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-7713886348910330660</id><published>2011-04-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:19:44.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>:*</title><content type='html'>I am so happy with my grades! so for now, it's going great!! I am so exhilarated. HAHAHAHA. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm posting this because, well, because this is my site. and I just feel so blessed that God has given me so much despite my unrighteous acts. to top that, I am going to Camiguin this Monday, April 11 for the G Project, which is a community service (Youth For Christ matters) and on the 15th, I will be in Cagayan de Oro City for the International Leaders Conference 2011. Now, this will be my first ILC ever, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am so thrilled and I am sooooo sooooo looking forward to lifting up praises and honor to my only Savior and surrender all that I'm keeping for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for all these! Also, last night, I prayed and I think I have to re-evaluate my life and ponder over what I've done in the past 17 years (almost 18), and I have come up to a conclusion that, everything I do, Christ must be seen in me. I guess, I accepted Jesus Christ, but He was never seen in me, so I have to be thorough, and be very careful of my actions because I want my life to go according to His will, and not mine. And that, in the end, I will not regret everything that I've done, everything that I've said, and everything that I've thought of. So I might have to start living my life with Him and for Him. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CELQi6cxrfc/TZ1FXKb2GjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Wek71aFtRbE/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CELQi6cxrfc/TZ1FXKb2GjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Wek71aFtRbE/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-7713886348910330660?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7713886348910330660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7713886348910330660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/7713886348910330660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':*'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CELQi6cxrfc/TZ1FXKb2GjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Wek71aFtRbE/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-5937777110696589983</id><published>2011-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:50:46.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>NEW USERNAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/honeymalicad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changed my twitter username! I prefer my last name to be on it so, i came up with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&amp;gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/honeymalicad"&gt;@/honeymalicad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do follow me! Thank you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_545736708"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_545736709"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-5937777110696589983?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5937777110696589983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-username.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5937777110696589983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/5937777110696589983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-username.html' title='NEW USERNAME!'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-859292316630478851</id><published>2011-04-05T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:06:20.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think the world will be like in 50 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;a hundred times worse than what we can see today. :|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/honeymalicad?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;make me think. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-859292316630478851?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/859292316630478851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-you-think-world-will-be-like-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/859292316630478851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/859292316630478851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-you-think-world-will-be-like-in.html' title='What do you think the world will be like in 50 years?'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. 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Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHs76vnfDhQ/TZrkNEFNf4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/VukL4QtxTbs/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-860159547896092709</id><published>2011-04-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:14:43.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>AND NOW, I SEE MYSELF STANDING AT THE EDGE OF A CLIFF</title><content type='html'>Oh life. How pathetic can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life. I use it to its utmost capacity. I sing. I dance. I laugh. I cry. I go to school. I live. But it was boring. Way, way boring. So one day I decided to break the rules because I think my life is a big fat lie and it’s futile. There was a time I skipped class, went in the middle of nowhere, tried smoking, sex, drugs. It was tremendously amazing!  I am so high I can see myself soaring in the clouds! Mehhhn this is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up one sunny day, I decided to leave home. Leave the town. Look for another place to crash in. Get wasted. Give my life some color. Yes. I say color. That’s not the usual tint you’re thinking of. When you go to school and play by your teacher’s rules? That’s not what I’m talking about. Color is, when you know how to shout back to your mentor and show her she dropped her face. HAHA. Undeniably. I’m a bitch. A crazy little bitch trying to show everyone how strong she is. How brave she is to muddle through life’s most tragic episodes. For me, those are evocative deeds. They’re reasonable. I love to live my life rough. JAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church? Who wants to go there? The place is full of self-righteous people trying to please the Unseen. I can’t blame them though. Everyone has their own understanding. Mine, apparently, is that you live, then you die. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, I got hit by a bus. My leg was fractured and I got stuck in the hospital. There, I deplorably met people. Suffering. All complaining about how cruel life is. How poor they are for being there. Well, that sucks. I don’t care at all. A few hours later, a kid was confined to the same room where I was. Funny. He seems so calm. Angelic. But he got this bandage on his right hand. He looked at me, deeply. He asked me what happened and I ranted the whole &lt;i&gt;*effin&lt;/i&gt; story. He told me one single thing, &lt;i&gt;“Take care of your life, you can only live it once.”&lt;/i&gt; That’s odd. What does this kid know about life? He’s probably only 5! Duh! What does he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the doctor started asking me why nobody’s visiting or asking how I am. I felt a little sadness in the pit of my stupid heart. I pretended to be okay, though. I said my family’s living a hundred miles away and I’m all alone in that big city. In my mind, I was literally nagging. Why didn’t I die when the bus ran over me? I could’ve been hit harder so my brains would trickle all over the street. Nobody cares anyway. I’m a loser. I don't have a purpose to fulfill. I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked out of the hospital, I started wandering off. I even tried to get myself killed. Again. Only this time, I saw this little child from the same room where I was admitted. He was discharged earlier so I wasn’t really able to know him more. He was looking at me with his charming, innocent look. He pointed at the sky. When I gazed at it, I felt calmness. Tranquility. I closed my eyes. Before I knew it, the kid was holding my hand. He was pulling me from a direction I don’t know where. He showed me something very terrible. Horrendous. People using drugs, kids begging on the streets. Husbands hurting their wives. Students drinking alcohol. Thugs stealing money. Cruelty. Dishonesty. I told the child, how come these people continue sabotaging their lives? Why are they hurting? Then, I realized, I am like them. I am not different from these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TiNBvOUIkM/TZn6STyIqaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/44L2VUemLGk/s1600/jesus-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TiNBvOUIkM/TZn6STyIqaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/44L2VUemLGk/s320/jesus-1-1.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.myconfinedspace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t like this before. I got everything mixed up. I was lost. I was lost in the darkness, in the vicinity of shadows. I didn’t notice how important life is. I asked the child, &lt;i&gt;“Is there still a hope for me?”&lt;/i&gt; He answered me serenely, &lt;i&gt;“If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just and will forgive us and purify us from all unrighteousness.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes full of tears, I knelt down and prayed. For so long, I have learned to talk to Him again. To communicate with my heart. I prayed to Him how sorry I was for manipulating my own life and not looking up to Him whenever decisions are bound to be made. How regretful I was because I threw my life away. And now, I see myself standing at the edge of a cliff. All set to drop my soul into the depths of hell. Just then, I remembered the boy who saved me. &lt;i&gt;“Who are you?”&lt;/i&gt; I asked. &lt;i&gt;“Surely, I am the one sent by the Father to protect you. You may wonder why up until now, you are here, given all the chances to start again. God loves His children. You are one of them.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears continued falling. I cannot fathom the happiness inside me. I am, renewed. Revived from the past. Ready to face life again with God by my side. Life is indeed full of barriers, but it is also full of hope. When things go difficult and the barriers went higher, remember that God will always find a way to save you. We may not be able to see this right after, but we will. Jesus Christ died for us, and so we must live for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-860159547896092709?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/860159547896092709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-now-i-see-myself-standing-at-edge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/860159547896092709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/860159547896092709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-now-i-see-myself-standing-at-edge.html' title='AND NOW, I SEE MYSELF STANDING AT THE EDGE OF A CLIFF'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TiNBvOUIkM/TZn6STyIqaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/44L2VUemLGk/s72-c/jesus-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-8135125419264886241</id><published>2011-04-01T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T05:54:53.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>JAR OF HEARTS - MADDIE JANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RT9PQgMtkDo" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NICE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-8135125419264886241?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8135125419264886241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/jar-of-hearts-maddie-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8135125419264886241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/8135125419264886241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/jar-of-hearts-maddie-jane.html' title='JAR OF HEARTS - MADDIE JANE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RT9PQgMtkDo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-4542690143881348130</id><published>2011-03-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:40:55.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>COLLEGE BUDDIES</title><content type='html'>Now that the school year has come to its limit, me and my college friends decided to shift to BSA. The three of us, Leona, Kirsten, and I already planned that out and no one must bail out. But that is if we all get a slot each because the Chairman needs to see our grades first. If I'm not able to accomplish this, I have to transfer school. Well, hopes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grqZVUhxvfw/TZSf51TpiwI/AAAAAAAAAek/7qgz_c-sNKY/s1600/188656_198599300174953_100000746547572_579774_689809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grqZVUhxvfw/TZSf51TpiwI/AAAAAAAAAek/7qgz_c-sNKY/s320/188656_198599300174953_100000746547572_579774_689809_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;noreen, me, kirsten, leona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msiPqsusOqg/TZSf7sNamMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G2hJ-N9FSJo/s1600/188728_198586080176275_100000746547572_579486_7745604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msiPqsusOqg/TZSf7sNamMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G2hJ-N9FSJo/s320/188728_198586080176275_100000746547572_579486_7745604_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;leona, me, kirsten, hazzel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-rB59BLr0/TZSf9-sU76I/AAAAAAAAAes/2D6BuqC2-Ug/s1600/189980_198604923507724_100000746547572_579923_3711845_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-rB59BLr0/TZSf9-sU76I/AAAAAAAAAes/2D6BuqC2-Ug/s320/189980_198604923507724_100000746547572_579923_3711845_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;now, among my college classmates, these two girls (leona, kirsten) are my closest. we go together everyday except lunch. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-4542690143881348130?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4542690143881348130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/college-buddies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4542690143881348130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/4542690143881348130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/college-buddies.html' title='COLLEGE BUDDIES'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grqZVUhxvfw/TZSf51TpiwI/AAAAAAAAAek/7qgz_c-sNKY/s72-c/188656_198599300174953_100000746547572_579774_689809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497874512955313699.post-3503261692441080854</id><published>2011-03-31T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:52:02.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>BALIW - KISS JANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this song! OPM has always been a trend in my world. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_hiDKfdpe8" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=han.gif" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="90" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk308/gryxia18/han.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497874512955313699-3503261692441080854?l=johannalynadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3503261692441080854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/baliw-kiss-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3503261692441080854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497874512955313699/posts/default/3503261692441080854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannalynadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/baliw-kiss-jane.html' title='BALIW - KISS JANE'/><author><name>Johanna Lyn P. Malicad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670401810112759761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ivp5c7PQaY/Tzs2imqBZcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Sx742nNDkHo/s220/396298_177429312366094_100002970806680_284832_722214553_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r_hiDKfdpe8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
