<?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-6969212481710712511</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:46:28.537+08:00</updated><category term='beware'/><category term='Humors'/><category term='Remus Fuentes'/><category term='love quotes'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='first edition'/><category term='trust'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='Chona'/><category term='Remus Fuentes Death'/><category term='Inday'/><category term='limbo'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='joy velasco'/><category term='petiks'/><category term='prove'/><category term='french toast'/><category term='love'/><category term='mskm'/><category term='broken'/><title type='text'>Penny for your thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-7938006759580417085</id><published>2010-07-15T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:20:06.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remus Fuentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remus Fuentes Death'/><title type='text'>Remus Fuentes last Run - As told by his father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/TD38fTbR0bI/AAAAAAAAACM/nPfglHUdvM4/s1600/remus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/TD38fTbR0bI/AAAAAAAAACM/nPfglHUdvM4/s320/remus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493824735182705074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMUS FUENTES died of multiple organ failures as result of heatstroke secondary to severe dehydration two days after he ran the 21K in the recent 34th Milo Marathon last Sunday, July 4, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was the result of fatal mistakes, incompetence and negligence in the event organized by Organizing Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, 37-year-old Remus ran the 21K together with a running buddy when he collapsed at 19.9 kilometer mark. There was none of organizer’s ambulance nor marshalls to respond in the incident. Policemen hailed for a taxi and they, together with his buddy, assisted in bringing him to the nearest hospital, Ospital ng Maynila. At the ER, the diagnose was suspected heart attack. My wife and me, upon being informed by his younger brother, Roy Fuentes, who also ran the 21K, rushed to the hospital and saw that Remus in coma, had seizures and struggled breathing in spite of hand-pumped oxygen and dextrose attached. His body temperature was 40 degrees C and when asked, the medical attendant told us he had fever. She introduced paracetamol intravenously twice at interval of about 15 minutes. Remus continued having seizures even until the arrival of Medical City doctor &amp;amp; ambulance attendants that we have arranged for his transfer. The Medical City doctor attending said his status was unstable, contrary to the earlier advice to her by the Ospital ng Maynila ER doctor. They rushed him  with the ambulance to Medical City at about 11:30 AM. There, a  series of tests were done, including blood chemistry, CT scan, etc. Cardiologist told us his heart was strong and no intervening medicine was necessary. Blood Chemistry results showed positive findings on creatinin level, an indication of  kidney failure. They suspected liver failure too. To stop his seizures, Remus was put on full sedation for 12 hours. Kidney functions further deteriorated after 36 hours. Blood pressure and heart rate went erratic. Doctors attending him in the ICU asked our permission to do dialysis and blood transfusion to stabilize his blood pressure.  Seven hours later, ICU nurse wake us up and asked us to rush to the ICU. We saw 18 medical people around him, several taking turn doing the CPR. Failing to revive him, the doctor asked our consent to stop the CPR after 15 minutes. We begged them to continue hoping for miracle. 30 minutes further, doctor told us again that all numbers in the monitoring “were bad” and asked again the consent to stop the CPR. Finally, we relented. Few minutes later, his heart rate monitor went flat. All these happened in front of my wife and me. We lost Remus 48 hours after he collapsed into coma which he has never recovered. His young wife and his eight-year old son took the news very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Heatstroke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually happen in extreme sports like basketball, football, boxing and marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat stroke is a life-threatening medical condition. The person's cooling system, which is controlled by the &lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=2516"&gt;brain&lt;/a&gt;, stops working and the internal body temperature rises to the point where brain damage or damage to other internal organs may result. The body temperature, usually at normal 37 C, goes up during the exertion of effort as result of the increased heart rate. When it reaches 40 C, the person is in danger of getting heatstroke. Above 40 C and mostly at about 42 C, the person can collapse into unconsciousness.  If nothing is done within few minutes, he can slip into coma and brain damage may occur. The proven first aid response for heatstroke is cooling the body rapidly in whatever means to the level of below 40 C before bringing him to a hospital.  Ice and water is the best way to do this, the same way it is done for a child having high fever who has convulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way of understanding heatstroke is comparing it to the performance of car engine. At idling, the engine temp is low and safe. At sustained high speed, engine temperature increases rapidly but because of the cooling system, the heat is continuously dissipated in the radiator and safe temperature level is maintained. But when the water in the radiator is gone, Undissipated heat will rack up the engine temperature and ultimately exceeds the safe limits. At this condition, engine breakdown will occur in minutes starting with broken piston rings, rods, pistons, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the human body, perspiration cools down the body so hydration by drinking water is essential. Without water, perspiration stops and body temperature goes to critical level and into heatstroke and then organs and brain begin to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big obvious difference between human body and car engine is that you can always overhaul the engine but you cannot do that on the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Heatstroke is More Dangerous in Marathon than in other Extreme Sports?&lt;br /&gt;In basketball, the player exerts extreme effort only in bursts, stopping or slowing down intermittently which slows down heart rate and cools down the body. At timeout, they drink to replenish lost body water hence you always have the waterboy. Heart stroke is rare but ask any PBA player what they do when a player collapse. They don’t move the body but cool them off with water or ice before bringing him to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in football and in many similar sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In boxing, in between rounds of three minutes, boxer rests and drinks water. We can only wonder what will happen if the rule of the sport is drastically changed and will only end when one is down and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Marathon, the risk of heatstroke is much higher for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;The long distance runner aims for shorter time as a goal and therefore motivated to keep a sustained effort, not unlike cars at high speed in the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the target minimum time set by the organizer adds more to the motivation to run faster. The cut-off time added more pressure to the marginal marathon runner, meaning if you are used to run above the target time, the tendency is to do better time, probably at pace unproven by your body in practice. (Milo Marathon set the target for 21K medal at 2 ½ hours or less. Remus collapsed at near 20th km. with time of 2 hours 10 minutes when his previous record was 2 hours and 27 minutes. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more critical factor is that the hydration management is not in the control of the runner. He has to rely on water availability at the water stations provided and planned by the organizer along the route. ( In this 34th Milo Marathon, several runners including Remus brother, Roy and Remus running buddy asserted that practically there was no water to drink in the last 2~3 kilometers before the finish line, a fatal failure for Remus by the organizer when they changed the route resulting in over-traffic near the finish line. There were record 28,000 runners on that day and the organizers failed to anticipate the complexity of hydration. Milo’s last year marathon participant was well below 10,000 runners.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct life-saving response for heatstroke depends on few knowledgable people who may happen to be around the person. To mitigate this, the organizer deploys ambulances with water &amp;amp; ice for cooling heatstroke victims and is expected to respond within minutes. In addition, marshalls are provided along the route to assess runner situations continuously. (Obviously, the organizer failed again on this aspect because Remus was helped by policemen and his buddy instead. By this time, Remus is probably already brain damaged as evident by his seizure at the hospital. No Milo people knew of Remus case on that day until Roy, his brother, sent an email informing the organizer of the incident in the next morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Factor adds to the danger in Marathon. Running under the heat of the sun in tropical country like ours cannot be underestimated. To minimize the effect of the sunheat, Marathon run is planned to finish in the early morning avoiding the heat at later time. Organizers usually take this into consideration. (Milo organized the 21K to start at 5:30 AM , a departure of common practice of  other marathons which started at 5:00 AM.  Remus collapsed at about 7:57 AM. Roy who is a better runner than his brother Remus, complained that it was unusually hot that morning even if he was able to finish it earlier in 2 hours 45 minutes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, Marathon is an extreme and dangerous sport even to the young, healthy and trained runners. This is not the “fun run” many people confused of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizer has clear life-and-death responsibility to make sure that the conditions the runner will run under item 3, 4 and 5 above are done properly. Obviously they did not do their job properly in the 34th Milo Marathon. In my opinion, being the father of Remus, Milo Marathon Organizer have failed my son. It is their incompetence and negligence in their duty that results in the death of Remus …an unneccesary death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Remus:&lt;br /&gt;At the time of his death, he was an IT project manager of Hewlett-Packard (HP) responsible in computerizing big companies like Unilab, Coke,  etc. including installation of hardwares (servers, etc.) and software system. He used to worked for Intel for 10 years before he moved to HP 3 years ago. He graduated in Computer Engineering. He left a housewife, Takako and two children, Raphael, 8 years old and Therese, 4 years old. Raphael is enrolled at La Salle Greenhills. He played basketball with his brothers regularly on weekends. He has been running since his high school days in Lourdes School of Mandaluyong. He has run many 10Ks and two 21Ks before these, the “Freedom Run” in June 13 and “Nature Valley” in May 20 only this year. He has no history nor complaint of illness and he lived clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Questions for the Marathon Organizer:&lt;br /&gt;How many died in the 34th Milo Marathon last July 4? Is it true that there was another runner at 42K who collapsed at 33 km and later died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many runner collapsed in that marathon due to heatstroke who later survived but now are no longer the same person as before due to partial brain injury? At Ospital ng Maynila, we saw a 2nd runner brought in unconscious and woke up later but he can no longer recognize his family. Do the Organizers knew this? What happened to him. Are their more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that another 36 year-old runner, Fidel Camson, who ran the 42K 31st Milo Marathon in November 2007 collapsed near the finish line, brought to the Ospital ng Maynila and died later of undetermined cause? If true, what did they do avoid a repeat which apparently did not happen in this 34th Milo Marathon? If true, why do they still keep the Marathon organizer for 10 years until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they keep tally of deaths in the 34 years of Milo Marathon? Do they study the statistics and establish how many died of heatstroke, the preventable one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the corporate culture of the Organizers regarding its respect of the value of life? Upon knowing the death of my son Remus, A Senior Vice President of one of the organizing team, who head its Beverages Business Unit went to see me and among other things, he told me that the Marathon is continuously improved and but sometimes “lapses occur and they will learn from these lapses”. Lapse is defined as  a ‘mistake’. People learn from ‘error’, a deviation from being correct but a ‘mistake’ is caused by a fault: the fault could be misjudgment or carelessness.  We learn from ‘error’ but we take action on ‘mistake’ and more drastic action when people die of this ‘mistake’. So death in my son’s case is a mere  learning process for this person? Is this the culture that pervades in their Organization? or only in him?&lt;br /&gt;Is the measly “humanitarian” offer to help the family shoulder medical &amp;amp; funeral expense to the family had become an SOP too often? Was it their expectation that as appreciation of this help, the family will keep quiet about the whole thing? Do they really think that the waiver signed by the runners protect them from being liable? Do they know that this waiver won’t apply if negligence of their duty as organizer can be established?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the Organizers do, if any, to keep the news of Remus death from appearing in the media even after one week? Not one news item of his death appeared in the newspaper, TV or radio. Could  the news  of “ HP Manager Died of HeatStroke during the Milo Marathon” not interest the public? Were they afraid that the bigger news is when the subline “Father charged Milo Marathon Organizer of Incompetence and Negligence” which may damage the public image of the company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to these questions will help enlightened the public whether Milo Marathon is safe or not for the runner. To the runners, their parents, wives and relatives…they all better asked these questions before the runners decide to run in Milo Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Words from Remus Father:&lt;br /&gt;I am not condemning the sport but the organizer who failed to make sure runners will not die of heatstroke, when the risks can be grossly minimized with proper route planning, hydration management and quick medical response. I am condemning the contribution of the apparent culture of the sponsor of diminished value of human life as indicative of its senior executive’s attitude that my son’s death is a result of lapses. My hope is something good will come out of his death and as result of improved organizing of the marathon run,  few lives will be saved from heatstroke. My other hope is to get justice and for the Organizing Team to  answer for his untimely death. I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy Fuentes, Father of Remus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-7938006759580417085?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/7938006759580417085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=7938006759580417085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7938006759580417085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7938006759580417085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2010/07/remus-fuentes-last-run-as-told-by-his.html' title='Remus Fuentes last Run - As told by his father'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/TD38fTbR0bI/AAAAAAAAACM/nPfglHUdvM4/s72-c/remus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-1434203447873611310</id><published>2009-01-22T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:28:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Life?</title><content type='html'>It's been months when I last wrote in this blog. I am more tame now...less tears and emotions.  Although I know, there are still lots of things I don't know. Alot of things still going on. To hell with them, I do in believe in karma though. What comes around, goes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important is that I want a new life, a new year and hopefully a new love....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you....  ,,,, and another ,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-1434203447873611310?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/1434203447873611310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=1434203447873611310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/1434203447873611310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/1434203447873611310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year, New Life?'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-6817030142274681480</id><published>2008-09-29T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:54:14.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Crowded Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just the other night, I opened my notebook and wrote everything on my mind, multi-tasking with Prison Break catching up. These things may have or have not meant at all, but these were the things I had in my mind. Mahusay pero magulo. Masakit pero masarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a prolific writer. I am a person with very limited vocabulary. But nobody can level up how intense and powerful the feeling I have inside of me. A feeling not of love but a feeling of hatred and anger. All the years of my existence, I have never felt this heated and enraged to people who have hurt me and brought me to this ultimate suffering. I blame God for everything. I know I have not been the best of a person in my whole life but He knows I tried to live to be a better daughter, sister, friend, a mother. It could be that I took for granted all that of being a good wife, a partner. Forgive me for feeling all this way, but I really do. You see, all that has happened in this painful year of the rat, haunts me over and over again like windmill on my mind…It keeps on turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten to be a good hearted person, I have wished that people banish in my life. God forgive me for feeling this way and blaming this to You. Don’t you ever check on me? Why was I neglected this way. Ok, I have wished to be winning in lotteries and being a millionaire overnight, but look all of these are just wishes, that even if it didn’t happen, I still pray and have faith in you. But why this? I am not that tough and strong. I do not have the superhero persona that I don’t get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that even if they apologize and say sorry to you a million times, you still wouldn’t accept it and take it. Is it just me or it really is still there? Well, I have trusted for a long time and been disappointed and fooled. Who do I trust now? My only self….I just have my heart and instinct to trust this time. Nobody else, except me, myself and Joy. I just wished everything is just that easy to let go and move on. I just wished it’s as stress free soaking a stained shirt in a basin of water and detergent for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I am tough. Yes I am. But tough people also have weaknesses. I am actually weak, because maybe I just loved too much. Or did I really…Question now , Am I still worthy to be here? All I want to do now is to go away and be isolated from all these without excess baggage, without thinking about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids, they are my life. However people see them, I love them. I am the only one left to protect them. I gave life to them, they need me. But I need somebody to help me. I know I have made a big mistake in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Michael Scofield who’s always distrustful. Ang sakit talaga ha…There’s physical hurt…There’s emotional hurt. Grabe, ano pa ba ang dahilan para mamalagi dito…WALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo di ba...sobra. One thing is for sure, I am hopelessly hurt. Ikaw naloko ka na ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-6817030142274681480?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/6817030142274681480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=6817030142274681480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/6817030142274681480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/6817030142274681480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/09/crowded-thoughts.html' title='Crowded Thoughts'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-3927292370366802330</id><published>2008-09-18T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:52:59.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick your birth month and repost!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY = SLUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you.&lt;br&gt;You are very hot. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to&lt;br&gt;be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. &lt;br&gt;Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily&lt;br&gt;consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's&lt;br&gt;feings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.&lt;br&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;br&gt;Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. &lt;br&gt;spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;br&gt;Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive&lt;br&gt;and forms impressions carefully. Caring and&lt;br&gt;loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of &lt;br&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people &lt;br&gt;through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties&lt;br&gt;in studying. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive &lt;br&gt;unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt&lt;br&gt;but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 &lt;br&gt;mins and your reputation will boost someway in&lt;br&gt;the next 12 days &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY = ATTITUDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abstract thoughts. Outgoing.Loves reality and abstract.&lt;br&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.&lt;br&gt;Attractive.Fun to be around with. sexiest out of everyone.A real speed demon.&lt;br&gt;Has more than one best friend. Able to cheer anyone up and make them laugh. Amazing smile. An awesome kisser. &lt;br&gt;Temperamental. Honest. A very good girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;br&gt;and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves &lt;br&gt;freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves&lt;br&gt;aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;br&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it. &lt;br&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends&lt;br&gt;Daring and stubborn. &lt;br&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the&lt;br&gt;inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. &lt;br&gt;Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br&gt;Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone&lt;br&gt;new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH = FLIRTATIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You've got the best personality and are an &lt;br&gt;absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make&lt;br&gt;new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt. &lt;br&gt;Like somebody with a September birthday. It is also more than likely&lt;br&gt;that you have a massive record collection. When it &lt;br&gt;comes to films, you know how to pick them and may one day&lt;br&gt;become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck,&lt;br&gt;you've got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you&lt;br&gt;will meet someone that may possibly become&lt;br&gt;one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5&lt;br&gt;minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL = PIMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;APRIL means that you're really good looking.&lt;br&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and&lt;br&gt;highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. &lt;br&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings.&lt;br&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. &lt;br&gt;Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex.&lt;br&gt;Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to &lt;br&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.Everyone&lt;br&gt;loves to be around you. You always attract attention. &lt;br&gt;You are definately the sexiest and good looking&lt;br&gt;of them all. You know how to get what you want.&lt;br&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good &lt;br&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves&lt;br&gt;literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike&lt;br&gt;being at home. Restless. having many children.&lt;br&gt;Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the &lt;br&gt;next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone &lt;br&gt;you do not speak to much in the next 4 days. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY = SEXY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. &lt;br&gt;Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and&lt;br&gt;sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does &lt;br&gt;work well with others. Very confident. **An awesome kisser.** Sensitive. A very good girlfriend/boyfriend. Amazing Smile.&lt;br&gt;Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good&lt;br&gt;memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look &lt;br&gt;for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or&lt;br&gt;make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and &lt;br&gt;others. Understanding. Fun to be around.&lt;br&gt;Outgoing. Hyper. Has All The Characteristics of John Carrico &lt;br&gt;Bubbly personality. Seductive. &lt;br&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and &lt;br&gt;traveling. Super sexy. **Extremley hot but has brains.** If you&lt;br&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye&lt;br&gt;will introduce themselves and you will realize that &lt;br&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE = HOTTIE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;br&gt;to takes things at the center. Inner and physical &lt;br&gt;beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry &lt;br&gt;often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;br&gt;fearless. Always making friends. Very easily hurt but&lt;br&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does&lt;br&gt;notcare to control emotions. Unpredictable. Understanding. Fun to bearound. Nympho-and an awesome lover too....makes u happy so that makesthem happy... &lt;br&gt;Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.&lt;br&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and&lt;br&gt;travelling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you&lt;br&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye&lt;br&gt;will introduce themselves and you will realize that &lt;br&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY = PORNSTAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on&lt;br&gt;attention. no self control. kind hearted. self &lt;br&gt;confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. &lt;br&gt;easy to get along with and talk to. has an 'every&lt;br&gt;thing's peachy' attitude. likes talking and singing. &lt;br&gt;loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates &lt;br&gt;not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be &lt;br&gt;loved. hates studying. in need of 'that someone'.&lt;br&gt;longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or&lt;br&gt;restricted. lives by 'no pain no gain' caring. &lt;br&gt;always a suspect. playful. mysterious. 'charming'&lt;br&gt;or 'beautiful' to everyone. stubborn. curious. &lt;br&gt;independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5&lt;br&gt;mins and you will meet the love of your life &lt;br&gt;sometime next month.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST = THUG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Youa strait up 'Gangsta' Attractive personality.Very! sexy.Affectionate&amp; Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic.Chatterbox!Loves to talk alot! Loves to get their way! . Unbelievable kisser!Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most way possible! Loves to getnoticed! Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has agreat fashion sense! Maybe a little too popular with others * winkwink*. Outgoing and crazy at times! Intelligent. Can sometimes be aheartbreaker! Can love as much as possible! Hates insults. Lovescompliments! A very big flirt! Trustworthy. Appreciative and returnskindness. The best in bed out of ANY of these months!! Hardly showsemotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.Ifyou repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your&lt;br&gt;new love in 8 days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER = LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends &lt;br&gt;to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. &lt;br&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. &lt;br&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br&gt;Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and &lt;br&gt;caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have&lt;br&gt;many friends. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates &lt;br&gt;oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can&lt;br&gt;understand.&lt;br&gt;if you do not repost this in the next 5&lt;br&gt;mins. someone very close to you will become mad&lt;br&gt;at you in the next 8 days. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER =PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and &lt;br&gt;dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun.&lt;br&gt;Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards &lt;br&gt;your inner and outer beauty and independent &lt;br&gt;personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional &lt;br&gt;and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people&lt;br&gt;easily and very social in a group. Fearless and &lt;br&gt;independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a&lt;br&gt;crowd. Essentially very smart. If you ever &lt;br&gt;begin a relationship with someone from this month,&lt;br&gt;hold on to them because their one of a kind. repost&lt;br&gt;in 5 mins &amp; you will excel in a major event coming&lt;br&gt;up sometime this month.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER = GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive &lt;br&gt;in everything. Active in games and interactions.&lt;br&gt;Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in&lt;br&gt;organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to,&lt;br&gt;though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, &lt;br&gt;yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by&lt;br&gt;kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of&lt;br&gt;ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to&lt;br&gt;delay. Choosy and always wants the best. repost this in 5 mins &amp; you will find true love at 11:00 a.m.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER = FREAK IN BED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;br&gt;to takes things at the center. Great in bed. Inner &lt;br&gt;and physical beauty. Doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;br&gt;often. A meaningful love life partner. &lt;br&gt;Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;br&gt;fearless. Always making friends. &lt;br&gt;It is all about love and fairness. Easily hurt but&lt;br&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Horny but does fullfill.&lt;br&gt;Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. &lt;br&gt;Knows what to do to have fun. Unpredictable. Someone to have close to you.Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND&lt;br&gt;sexiest of them all&lt;br&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.&lt;br&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. &lt;br&gt;Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.A real speed demon.&lt;br&gt;Has more than one best friend.&lt;br&gt;Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest&lt;br&gt;and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves &lt;br&gt;freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves &lt;br&gt;aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;br&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;br&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends &lt;br&gt;but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn.&lt;br&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. &lt;br&gt;Loves entertainment and leisurePick your birth month and repost!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-3927292370366802330?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/3927292370366802330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=3927292370366802330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3927292370366802330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3927292370366802330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/09/pick-your-birth-month-and-repost.html' title='Pick your birth month and repost!!'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-9129573623764438739</id><published>2008-08-22T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:15:12.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Prove it</title><content type='html'>Prove your worth. If you are worth 55k a month, prove your worth the price. If you are a certified professional, prove that you are worthy of being called certified. If you were dumped and ditched, fight for what you are worth. What the?!?! What are we here in this world? Full of pretendings that everyday in your life you have to prove your worth. Can't there just be that people accept who you are and be contented with what you want to be. I've never been so competitive all my life, but now I feel I am in a competition. A competion of who is worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's a battle of who should get the prize. Or is it really a prize? It's all a game of who is ahead. But honestly, I am tired, and I wanna give up. I wanna give up. I just wish I were in High School when all that I care was to make it to the next quarter and see my crush everyday. And feel broken hearted if I knew he had a girlfriend. But waking up the next morning feeling enthusiastic because you have a reserve crush anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, All I have to care is to prove that I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister and a friend. Moreso to prove that I am an IT person. Easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-9129573623764438739?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/9129573623764438739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=9129573623764438739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/9129573623764438739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/9129573623764438739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/08/prove-it.html' title='Prove it'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-8210633912251126308</id><published>2008-07-28T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:18:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With You - by Chris Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-8210633912251126308?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/8210633912251126308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=8210633912251126308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8210633912251126308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8210633912251126308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-you-by-chris-brown.html' title='With You - by Chris Brown'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-684543567504611637</id><published>2008-07-21T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:36:25.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>In a Limbo</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start and how to start. I am so confused. I don't know what to believe in, if I have to believe what my instincts are telling me or just simply believe. I don't see any improvements. I just don't see it. I am not very good in organizing my thoughts but I am definitely sure that there has never been any improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been instances where I am as tame as a sleeping beauty, but there are times that I am as harsh as a killer monster. I can sometimes speak of beautiful things and lovely words about it, but most likely there will be times murderous languages can come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang gulo na talaga ng sitwasyon, ang gulo na talaga ng buhay ko....I want an end to this...I really want an end. I am not afraid, thats the only thing I am sure of now. God bless my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-684543567504611637?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/684543567504611637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=684543567504611637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/684543567504611637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/684543567504611637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-limbo.html' title='In a Limbo'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-3462641105849362419</id><published>2008-07-10T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:56:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>At ikaw, alam ko naman na nakikita mo to...Don't hide. Because I can also see you. Magtulungan pa kayo...magsama kayong mga baboy at pangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please if you are not guilty of anything, why the hell do you hide...You can fool others but you can't fool me. You've seen me done marvelous things before, you might wanna see me do better things than those. And please, live up to what you promised me before, "MAWAWALA KA NA SA EKSENA." And it seems, you still want some trouble, eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-3462641105849362419?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/3462641105849362419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=3462641105849362419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3462641105849362419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3462641105849362419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-8932953200876510925</id><published>2008-07-10T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:48:57.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>Let me share to you a story about my friend who is currently having  problems with a so-called obsessed lover. At first he was not minding if the person was sending sweet thoughts thinking that those were just the usual forwarded messages. But as days go by, he is already feeling a bit uncomfortable about the idea that a certain lady is doing such. And to make things worse now, the girl is giving him food every now and then. The dilemma now is that, he doesn't like the girl, but he would not want her to get hurt by dumping her that easily. And he's really bothered because she's not stopping from doing those freaky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's seeking help from me...and this time I have to give back all the good things, and the ears and the heart he shared to me when I was down...I hope what we planned now will work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-8932953200876510925?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/8932953200876510925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=8932953200876510925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8932953200876510925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8932953200876510925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/07/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-5641269715078362688</id><published>2008-06-11T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:54:47.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Petiks Mode</title><content type='html'>I still have no post for this month so this will be it...Petiks lang naman ako since I came back from a 4 month contract with a client. Wish ko lang di mabulok ang isip ko sa walang kapararakang pinaggagawa ko sa Quadstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am editing some photos for a boss here...just to make time spent with value...All day web surfing and googling all sorts of things and all sorts of happenings...from Obama and Clinton issue to Daboy passing away to the kidnapping of Ces Drilon and her crew...Ang hirap ng petiks...dami ko tuloy naiiisip at napapansin...dami ko tuloy naaalala sa mga nangyari sa kin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo tuloy ako nalulungkot pag petiks ako...kasi lalo ko na-rerealize na hindi pa rin ako umaasenso...sana naman umahon na ko sa pinagkakalubugan ko...luging lugi na ko kasi sa totoo lang ang dami ko nang tinulungan umasenso pero bakit ako andito pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo akong frustrated kasi mula ng pumasok ang taong ito, year of the rat, di na ako sinwerte...And they said I will be lucky this year coz I was born on the year of the rat...Proves that wala sa kung anong kalendaryo o zodiac sign ang swerte mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang...na-miss ko rin ito...kausap ang sarili ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-5641269715078362688?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/5641269715078362688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=5641269715078362688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/5641269715078362688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/5641269715078362688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/06/petiks-mode.html' title='Petiks Mode'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-7267324204861456935</id><published>2008-05-27T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:23:29.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>French Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SDvvG_NlnNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vhqawi7ldOU/s1600-h/french-toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SDvvG_NlnNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vhqawi7ldOU/s320/french-toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205016697683418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, before receiving the bad news about my Mom, I had this sumptuous snack...Super yummy...La lang...by the way, My Mom's fine already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon sugar, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 to 12 slices white bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maple syrup or other syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Preparation:&lt;/h3&gt; Break eggs into a wide, shallow bowl or pie plate; beat lightly with a fork. Stir in sugar, salt, and milk. &lt;p&gt;  Over medium-low heat, heat griddle or skillet coated with a thin layer of butter or margarine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Place the bread slices, one at a time, into the bowl or plate, letting slices soak up egg mixture for a few seconds, then carefully turn to coat the other side. Soak/coat only as many slices as you will be cooking at one time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Transfer bread slices to griddle or skillet, heating slowly until bottom is golden brown. Turn and brown the other side. Serve French toast hot with butter and syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for French toast serves 4.                               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-7267324204861456935?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/7267324204861456935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=7267324204861456935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7267324204861456935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7267324204861456935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/05/french-toast.html' title='French Toast'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SDvvG_NlnNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vhqawi7ldOU/s72-c/french-toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-4685498030952425239</id><published>2008-05-19T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:55:43.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mskm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Mahal kita....Maging Sino Ka man</title><content type='html'>This is quite a boring day for me. I have lots of work to do and finish within the week, but I am just staring blankly at all my modules. I am not in the mood and I wanna go home, but I can't. Fortunately, my best friend Google is always around and never miss to help me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of things I want to research and ended with searching for the former teleserye "Maging Sino Ka Man". I loved watching that show, because I am a Sam Milby fan. But one thing really that got me hooked with it, is the exchanges of lines between the characters, most especially the ones between JB and Celine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had words like: "I never...said that...I loved you.", which actually because an object of  spoofs and laughing trip. But one of my most favorite among so many pick-up lines is this, said by JB ...read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I love you not because of what you can give me, but because of what you can take, I am so willing to give, I love you because... I love the me when I'm with you, sometimes you have to fight hard just to make love survive, get hurt, always badly but what's important is that you gave it a shot, real love is never regretful and even if it fails to last, real love should only make you a better person, a stronger person, and in love real strength is knowing when to give up the fight and finally let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Strange but true...that I have to say these words to someone I truly love...Sana ako na lang si Celine na kinakausap ni JB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-4685498030952425239?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/4685498030952425239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=4685498030952425239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/4685498030952425239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/4685498030952425239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/05/mahal-kitamaging-sino-ka-man.html' title='Mahal kita....Maging Sino Ka man'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-7788702159091483526</id><published>2008-05-12T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:56:40.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SCe_iDW4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HFCP4ANsTtA/s1600-h/daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SCe_iDW4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HFCP4ANsTtA/s320/daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334886560261730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SCe_iTW4ZnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-D-J94-eAFQ/s1600-h/CIMG0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SCe_iTW4ZnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-D-J94-eAFQ/s320/CIMG0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334890855229042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your birth anniversary, Dad...I am sorry I was not able to visit you yesterday. I miss you so much Dad. Salamat sa mga umagang ikaw ang gumigising sa kin...Sana lang talaga sa bawat dadaanan kong unos, andyan ka pa rin para akayin ako...I have no one to depend on now except for you...ikaw lang ang may alam ng lahat...I will forever be your Baby Girl...Miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-7788702159091483526?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/7788702159091483526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=7788702159091483526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7788702159091483526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/7788702159091483526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SCe_iDW4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HFCP4ANsTtA/s72-c/daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-859542106556433128</id><published>2008-05-02T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:09:50.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>For the past months I have been having nightmares...And every instance I had one, I would either just be quiet and keep to myself or be vocal and let my feelings out in the open. This one nightmare kept me really super bothered for a longtime. You see, it's like killing you slowly and but not totally, not quite enough to be dead. I think the worst has come, but I don't know, I still don't know. You can't blame me for being skeptic, as I was being assured before that, those were just bad dreams but will never happen. Yet it really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really pray that much lately...partly because, I somehow lost some faith...And for those who appeared in my nightmares, hopefully vanish and convert them into sweet dreams again...I wanna go to sleep peacefully again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-859542106556433128?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/859542106556433128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=859542106556433128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/859542106556433128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/859542106556433128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/05/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-408044597348863834</id><published>2008-04-10T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:52:27.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>These past days, this mini word has walked past me time and time again. I don't know how I could give it a little attention. But anyways, just to borrow from this &lt;a href="http://www.finestquotes.com/select_quote-category-Trust-page-0.htm"&gt;site's&lt;/a&gt; quotations,  this one struck me the most.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="indquote_link"&gt;It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.-Anonymous" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="indquote_link"&gt;Bakit kasi hindi na lang trust condom ang pag usapan natin, mas madali pang ipaliwanag....haaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-408044597348863834?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/408044597348863834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=408044597348863834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/408044597348863834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/408044597348863834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/04/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-3333218950864927992</id><published>2008-04-09T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:18:29.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Mahirap talaga magmahal ng syota ng Iba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mahirap talaga...sakit ng ulo, di ka makatulog...And I guess, many can relate. It literally breaks you into pieces. And it leaves you nothing but heartache...Haay, grabe, kelan ba matatapos to...Sana bukas pag gising ko parang walang nangyari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-3333218950864927992?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/3333218950864927992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=3333218950864927992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3333218950864927992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3333218950864927992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/04/mahirap-talaga-magmahal-ng-syota-ng-iba.html' title='Mahirap talaga magmahal ng syota ng Iba'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-8619433558976024315</id><published>2008-04-04T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:04:36.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chona'/><title type='text'>Humors, Facts and Humors again</title><content type='html'>It's another boring day for me. From a very tiring morning ride to the office, super mega traffic today sa C-5. And I wonder why the Police keep on manually controlling the traffic flow, so it ends up not synchronized with all the other intersections...duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning I was googling for something to read...and voilah...I landed on the blogs of &lt;a href="http://www.blogniinday.com/"&gt;Inday&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://chona.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chona&lt;/a&gt;...syempre laughing trip na naman ang madir...all to myself. Although the "sight" of Chona is not updated, it's still super hilarious...Wahahahahhaa...classic and winner talaga. Try reading this &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;kwentong barbero&lt;/a&gt; site also, super daming links here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all I can I say is, what is good for the goose is also good for the gander...wehehehee anong connect? Bwahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-8619433558976024315?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/8619433558976024315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=8619433558976024315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8619433558976024315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/8619433558976024315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/04/humors-facts-and-humors-again.html' title='Humors, Facts and Humors again'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969212481710712511.post-3445410134026052716</id><published>2008-04-02T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:20:55.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first edition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy velasco'/><title type='text'>First Edition</title><content type='html'>I have never ever tried blogging, but due to recent circumstances and unfortunate reasons, I got to be interested in this magical but mysterious world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't an A student when I was studying, but I consider myself to be intelligent in the battles of life. But with the recent happenings in my life, I came to ask myself, "Am I really a dumb person?" While others believe I am, I am out to prove you otherwise. And you know who you are. I am not quite impressed with these people even if they think they are a cut above me. I will soon find out and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;be afraid&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969212481710712511-3445410134026052716?l=joyvelasco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/feeds/3445410134026052716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6969212481710712511&amp;postID=3445410134026052716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3445410134026052716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969212481710712511/posts/default/3445410134026052716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyvelasco.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-edition.html' title='First Edition'/><author><name>Joys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839461020080328138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CRgBOp3Ems/SOG95fOIjHI/AAAAAAAAABA/gxwNKQDz35w/S220/CIMG4723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
