<?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-5583007585731090792</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:05:38.308-08:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='VACATION'/><category term='SQUATTER'/><category term='STORIES'/><title type='text'>- jUmbAsTicA - EnjOy ThE BeAuTy oF LiFe !!!</title><subtitle type='html'>LivE yOuR LifE To ThE FuLLesT ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-610271468081540686</id><published>2008-06-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:07:56.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STORIES'/><title type='text'>Gems of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-95 0 -95 21489 21600 21489 21600 0 -95 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\kuya\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="gem" gain="52429f" blacklevel="19661f"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="position: absolute; z-index: -2; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 30px; width: 264px; height: 226px;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kuya/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.jpg" shapes="_x0000_s1026" height="226" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit and you're keeping all of these in the air You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball If you drop it, it will bounce back But the other four balls - family, health, friends and spirit - are made of glass. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered They will never be the same You must understand that and strive for balance in your life".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How? Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others It is because we are different that each of us is special Don't set your goals by what other people deem important Only you know what is best for you Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart Cling to them as they would your life, for without them, life is meaningless Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't give up when you still have something to give Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect It is this fragile thread that binds us to each together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:315pt;margin-top:28.65pt;width:210.75pt;" wrapcoords="14374 55 14298 164 14144 877 9224 1096 5381 1480 5381 1809 5073 2138 5381 2686 9378 2796 15527 3563 16219 3563 2921 3838 1537 3892 1537 4441 -77 5592 77 6195 384 7072 384 7182 692 7949 1307 8826 2998 9704 3075 9923 9762 10581 12145 10581 5765 10964 4535 11074 4689 11732 6303 12335 6995 12335 7072 13212 7533 14089 8148 14966 8225 15186 11069 15844 11607 15953 10300 16666 9685 17598 9378 18420 9378 18530 9993 19352 10992 20229 7610 21052 7456 21216 7610 21436 8302 21545 9070 21545 16911 21545 18372 21490 18218 21107 15604 20229 17603 19352 18064 18694 18064 18475 17372 17872 15835 16721 15374 15844 15835 15021 16065 14089 16065 12335 17142 11458 20678 10581 21523 10361 21600 10032 21446 9704 20601 8826 19601 8333 18602 7949 19140 7072 19525 7072 19832 6579 19832 5756 17219 5647 3920 5318 13683 5318 20216 4989 20216 4441 21216 3509 21139 3180 20754 2686 21062 2193 20985 1974 20370 1809 20293 768 19525 603 14989 55 14374 55"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\kuya\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.wmz" title="j0078626" gain="48497f" blacklevel="17039f"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="position: absolute; z-index: -1; margin-left: 420px; margin-top: 38px; width: 281px; height: 394px;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kuya/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image004.gif" shapes="_x0000_s1027" height="394" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find time The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't be afraid to learn Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved Life is not a race, but a journey to be savoured each step of the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:283.5pt;height:4.4pt'" hrpct="0" hr="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\kuya\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.png" title="BD14710_"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kuya/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image006.gif" alt="---" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="6" width="378" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;Yesterday is History,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;Tomorrow is a Mystery and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;Today is a gift: that's why we call it The Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-610271468081540686?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/610271468081540686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=610271468081540686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/610271468081540686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/610271468081540686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2008/06/imagine-life-as-game-in-which-you-are.html' title='Gems of life'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-1678944012522209540</id><published>2008-04-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:56:53.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVK7ztzZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/vw9bGTR1F6s/s1600-h/300px-Panglao_Natures_Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVK7ztzZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/vw9bGTR1F6s/s200/300px-Panglao_Natures_Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194140136596793298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panglao&lt;/b&gt; is an island in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines" title="Philippines"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt; located in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Visayas" title="Central Visayas"&gt;Central Visayas&lt;/a&gt;. Politically, it is divided into two municipalities: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dauis" class="mw-redirect" title="Dauis"&gt;Dauis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panglao" class="mw-redirect" title="Panglao"&gt;Panglao&lt;/a&gt;, both of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohol_Province" class="mw-redirect" title="Bohol Province"&gt;Bohol Province&lt;/a&gt;. Panglao is located southwest of the island of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohol" title="Bohol"&gt;Bohol&lt;/a&gt; and east of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebu_Island" class="mw-redirect" title="Cebu Island"&gt;Cebu&lt;/a&gt;।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panglao has a terrain that range from plain, hilly to mountainous. Panglao is made of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maribojoc" class="mw-redirect" title="Maribojoc"&gt;Maribojoc&lt;/a&gt; Limestone, the youngest of the limestone units found in the western area of Bohol. The limestone composition halted the development of an airport as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limestone" title="Limestone"&gt;coralline limestone&lt;/a&gt; is soluble which causes formation of caves and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinkhole" title="Sinkhole"&gt;sinkholes&lt;/a&gt;. One interesting geological feature found in the island is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinagdanan_Cave" title="Hinagdanan Cave"&gt;Hinagdanan Cave&lt;/a&gt; which has an underground water source. The cave is an important water source as the island has no rivers or lakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-1678944012522209540?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1678944012522209540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=1678944012522209540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/1678944012522209540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/1678944012522209540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2008/04/panglao-is-island-in-philippines.html' title=''/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVK7ztzZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/vw9bGTR1F6s/s72-c/300px-Panglao_Natures_Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-1726893305300252385</id><published>2008-04-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:50:48.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVJeTtzZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OnIhQ0i_QvY/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVJeTtzZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OnIhQ0i_QvY/s200/P1010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138530279024578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malapascua Island&lt;/b&gt; is situated in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daanbantayan" class="mw-redirect" title="Daanbantayan"&gt;Daanbantayan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebu_Province" class="mw-redirect" title="Cebu Province"&gt;Cebu&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Malapascua is a tiny island, only about 2.5 kilometers long and 1km wide, located across a shallow strait from the northernmost tip of mainland Cebu island. The island is covered by the insular barangay of Logon (part of the Daanbantayan municipality), with eight hamlets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a diving destination, Malapascua was "discovered" fairly recently, only in the early 90s. The island was first known for its wide white sand beach, known as Bounty Beach; it has become known for its beautiful coral gardens and excellent dive spots nearby, including Monad Shoal, an underwater plateau where thresher sharks and manta rays can be sighted on a regular basis. To date, this is the only place in the world where divers can reliably sight thresher sharks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most of the islanders derive their livelihood from tourism, while some still rely on sustenance fishing and farming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-1726893305300252385?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1726893305300252385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=1726893305300252385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/1726893305300252385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/1726893305300252385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2008/04/malapascua-island-is-situated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/SBVJeTtzZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/OnIhQ0i_QvY/s72-c/P1010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-6202795449250118899</id><published>2008-02-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:54:04.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moalboal, Cebu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/R8aSsk4sZOI/AAAAAAAAADM/5bJKHY2_X5s/s1600-h/250px-Moalboal_Coral_Reef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/R8aSsk4sZOI/AAAAAAAAADM/5bJKHY2_X5s/s200/250px-Moalboal_Coral_Reef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171982516594959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moalboal&lt;/b&gt; is a 4th class &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_municipality" class="mw-redirect" title="Philippine municipality"&gt;municipality&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_province" class="mw-redirect" title="Philippine province"&gt;province&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebu_province" class="mw-redirect" title="Cebu province"&gt;Cebu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines" title="Philippines"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt;. According to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000" title="2000"&gt;2000&lt;/a&gt; census, it has a population of 23,402 people in 4,790 households. &lt;p&gt;Extending as a peninsula in the Southwestern tip of Cebu, Moalboal is bordered to the west by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ta%C3%B1on_Strait" class="mw-redirect" title="Tañon Strait"&gt;Tañon Strait&lt;/a&gt;. From the western shoreline, the island of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negros" title="Negros"&gt;Negros&lt;/a&gt; can be seen. Moalboal is located 89 kilometers from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebu_City" title="Cebu City"&gt;Cebu City&lt;/a&gt;, about 2.5 hours by bus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moalboal is nestled between the towns of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcantara%2C_Cebu" title="Alcantara, Cebu"&gt;Alcantara&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badian%2C_Cebu" title="Badian, Cebu"&gt;Badian&lt;/a&gt;. From the &lt;i&gt;tulay&lt;/i&gt;, an unfinished bridge located in Moalboal's town proper, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Badian_Island&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Badian Island"&gt;Badian Island&lt;/a&gt; can be clearly seen, as well as the popular tourist attraction, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pescador_Island" title="Pescador Island"&gt;Pescador Island&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/5583007585731090792-6202795449250118899?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6202795449250118899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=6202795449250118899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-4422694301612272628</id><published>2007-04-12T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:54:44.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALWAYS LIVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FULLEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let go of Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope gives you the strength to keep going&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever quit believing in Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you believe you Can,&lt;br /&gt;You will have reason for Trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone hold your Happiness in their Hands;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it in yours, so it will always be&lt;br /&gt;within your Reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t measure success or failure by material wealth,&lt;br /&gt;But by how you Feel;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings determine the richness of our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let bad moments overcome You;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient,&lt;br /&gt;and they will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate to reach out for Help;&lt;br /&gt;We all need it&lt;br /&gt;from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t run away from love but towards Love.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is&lt;br /&gt;your deepest Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait for what you want to come to You.&lt;br /&gt;Go after it with all that You Are,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Life will meet you Halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like you’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;When plans and dreams fall short of your hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you learn something new&lt;br /&gt;About Yourself or about Life,&lt;br /&gt;You have progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do anything that takes away&lt;br /&gt;From your Self-Respect.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good about Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Is essential to feeling good about Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever forget how to Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Or be too proud to Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Or too stubborn to Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever forget a friend who TRULY LOVES YOU&lt;br /&gt;As it could be that friend who is true to your Needs&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever forget who helped you Grow as your need&lt;br /&gt;for more seeds may often re-appear&lt;br /&gt;With all the above live life to its Fullest…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-4422694301612272628?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4422694301612272628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=4422694301612272628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/4422694301612272628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/4422694301612272628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/always-live-life.html' title=''/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-6669818435150130270</id><published>2007-04-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:46:37.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'>The Beaches of Palawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0s2R4IxcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jjYnxxvzmno/s1600-h/palawan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0s2R4IxcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jjYnxxvzmno/s200/palawan02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052243668002981314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0svx4IxbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wEfcO7w_P0o/s1600-h/palawan01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0svx4IxbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wEfcO7w_P0o/s200/palawan01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052243556333831602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exotic beauty of Palawan remains undefiled. Branded as the country's last frontier, Palawan is a sanctuary to an amazing variety of exotic flora and fauna that are found nowhere else. Palawan is also home to Tubbataha Reef, the only national marine park that made it to the World Heritage List and whose grandeur is comparable to the Great Barrier Reef of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more than a thousand islands and islets, Palawan boasts of white-sand beaches, scenic rock formations, underwater rivers and magnificent caves. Other well-known attractions include Saint Paul's National Park which boasts of caves that nestle an underground river; El Nido, a world-class resort famous for its awe-inspiring seascape and limestone cliffs; and Calauit island, home of Philippine and African wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in Palawan is the primordial island of Busuanga, a perfect starting point for sorties to other nearby islands.In Palawan, each day is promising. The sun rises over the South China Sea and soon everything else sparkles, including the smiles of its people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-6669818435150130270?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6669818435150130270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=6669818435150130270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/6669818435150130270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/6669818435150130270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/beaches-of-palawan.html' title='The Beaches of Palawan'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0s2R4IxcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jjYnxxvzmno/s72-c/palawan02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-5886953765982651950</id><published>2007-04-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:40:05.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'>Bohol's Springs and Beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0q5B4IxYI/AAAAAAAAABc/tpJvlM1Qa54/s1600-h/bohol1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0q5B4IxYI/AAAAAAAAABc/tpJvlM1Qa54/s200/bohol1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052241516224365954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0qwh4IxXI/AAAAAAAAABU/uBiDgIlhmZs/s1600-h/bohol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0qwh4IxXI/AAAAAAAAABU/uBiDgIlhmZs/s200/bohol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052241370195477874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;"&gt;Bohol is one of the loveliest islands in southern Philippines. It is situated at the heart of Visayas and with coastline skimmed by gentle coves and white-sand beaches. Many highways snake along sparkling beaches or leafy rivers where one can stop at any point and jump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its rolling hills and plateaus, crystal springs and beaches, the province of Bohol is a picturesque province replete with ancestral homes and centuries-old churches. Bohol is composed of numerous isles -Panglao, Pamilacan, Cabilao, Jao, Mahanay and Lapinin, which are excellent dive spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Hills is but one of the many natural wonders to be found in Bohol. The province is the home of the world's smallest monkey, the tarsier. The size of a fist, the tarsier lives on the hills of Corella, some ten kilometers from Tagbilaran. Other exotic flora and fauna may also be found amongst the forest of Bohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohol's various mountainous and water formations also serve as a natural playground for the adventurous tourist. One can cruise its rivers, hike up the hills, swim the deep waters, or just stroll down the avenues. Bohol is just waiting to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagbilaran, Bohol's capital town can be reached by plane or boat from Cebu and Manila. Numerous tourist inns and excellent resorts are found in Tagbilaran and Panglao island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-5886953765982651950?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5886953765982651950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=5886953765982651950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5886953765982651950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5886953765982651950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/bohols-springs-and-beaches.html' title='Bohol&apos;s Springs and Beaches'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/Rh0q5B4IxYI/AAAAAAAAABc/tpJvlM1Qa54/s72-c/bohol1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-8272193259575828503</id><published>2007-04-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:21:00.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Working                                        is a major influence on who we are as people                                        and who we will become in life. Understanding                                        the importance of the job we do is the first                                        step towards appreciating the gift of work                                        and learning how to use it to our advantage.                                        Rather than seeing our work as just being                                        something that we begrudgingly do each week                                        day from 9 to 5, we have to see it as something                                        more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work                                        Creates Discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     The commitment involved in getting up and                                        going to work each day to devote many hours                                        to a particular job is a major accomplishment.                                        Regardless of the type of work one does,                                        the simple fact that a person can make it                                        to the workplace day after day is impressive.                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work                                        is Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     By giving your time and commitment to your                                        work you are contributing to society in                                        many ways. You may be working to keep food                                        on the table for your family, providing                                        valuable products or services to society,                                        or creating jobs for others if you're the                                        boss.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work                                        Encourages Growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     The skills we learn at work can involve                                        everything from spiritual growth through                                        to improved physical health. The contacts                                        we have with customers or coworkers encourages                                        social interaction, which is a great way                                        to learn how to deal with people from a                                        variety of backgrounds. Many skills from                                        particular industries can also be of benefit                                        in our home life.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work                                        Improves Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     For the person that has little motivation                                        or the ambition to do better in life, their                                        conditions are improved by working because                                        they can provide for their family and perhaps                                        take the occasional holiday. But for those                                        seeking more out of life, with big hopes                                        and dreams, work is the key to change. It                                        may start with a job that merely feeds and                                        clothes you, which later leads to creating                                        the change necessary to rise above your                                        current circumstances. That could mean attaining                                        further education while you are still working                                        to get a better job, creating a product                                        that could improve the life of others, or                                        getting the savings needed to start your                                        own business.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     We can let work use us and become just another                                        number clocking on and and off each day,                                        or we can use work to create the person                                        we wish to become in life. By choosing to                                        learn from the work we have to do, we can                                        eventually do the work we really want to                                        do. If we collect chicken eggs or are the                                        mayor of a city we are learning everyday,                                        contributing to society, and improving the                                        life of those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Article by Michael Dylan&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;i&gt;"You know you are on the road to                                        success if you would do your job, and not                                        be paid for it."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.woopidoo.com/biography/oprah-winfrey.htm"&gt;Oprah                                        Winfrey Quote&lt;/a&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/5583007585731090792-8272193259575828503?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8272193259575828503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=8272193259575828503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/8272193259575828503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/8272193259575828503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-6974857575665370526</id><published>2007-04-10T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:44:11.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>L I F E</title><content type='html'>Every life has its share of setbacks and disappointments—of tragedy and loss. So the question we all confront, in the face of negatives that may assail us, is: How do we keep our inner fire alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question keeps us focused on positives; the second keeps us proactive and reminds us that we are responsible for our own happiness and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasures that nurture me personally may be as simple as enjoying the view of the city and the ocean from the window of my living room, or spending time in the garden, or appreciating good health. Of course, one of the greatest joys that nurtures me is that I have a loving relationship with my love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect aspect of nourishing the soul is the ability to stay focused on the present, to live in the present. The impulse to focus on the future can be quite strong. It’s natural to look ahead. Yet I realized that the key to happiness lay in enjoying the process, not just the final result—because the greater part of my life was going to be spent at the level of process and not at the stage of contemplating the finished product. So now I bless each day I can get up and go to my computer and sit down to write and know and love the fact that this is what my life is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I am saying about the importance of living in the present denies the value of being concerned with the future. We want to keep in mind our goals, what we’re moving toward, and to see the progression and direction that underlie our activities. We need to be able to plan for the future without sacrificing the present, and enjoy the present without making ourselves oblivious to the future. Obviously, we cannot control every single aspect of our life. We are not omnipotent. But we do have an enormous degree of responsibility for the shape our life takes. We have many options about how we will respond to events. We are not passive spectators, but active contestants in the drama of our existence. We need to take responsibility for the kind of life we create for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;How do we nurture the soul? By revering our own life. By treating it as supremely important. By reaching for the best within ourselves. By learning to love it all, not only the joys and the victories, but also the pain and struggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-6974857575665370526?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6974857575665370526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=6974857575665370526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/6974857575665370526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/6974857575665370526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/l-i-f-e.html' title='L I F E'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-7170923214839332464</id><published>2007-04-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:39:27.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>Critical Keys for Good Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Critical Keys for Good Relationships&lt;/span&gt; - Learn the basics for a happy and healthy relationship, including the importance of touch, attitude, listening, and intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time together&lt;/span&gt; - Learn about the importance of spending time with your partner. Why it’s necessary to schedule time to enjoy things together. How traditions can help keep relationships together. Learn how to share the load everyday and be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing&lt;/span&gt; - Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean that you stop playing. Spontaneity for adventures together or just cuddling and lightening up can be fun for couples.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; - Friendships sometimes suffer as a relationship grows. You partner may not like your friends and vice versa. Learn how best to deal with this problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Handling Problems&lt;/span&gt; - If you have a fully honest relationship, problems will arise. You can learn to handle those problems in ways that are best for both partners.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Giving&lt;/span&gt; - Learn how giving and taking affects your relationship and how handling this affects the health and happiness of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t Hold Back&lt;/span&gt; - A healthy relationship is dependent on honesty and full communications. Share your problems and your happiness. Learn to avoid keeping feeling locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Show Your Love&lt;/span&gt; - An important but often overlooked aspect of relationships. Here is a list of ways to show your love to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Share With Care&lt;/span&gt; - How you share is just as important as what you share. Learn to avoiding measuring what you get related to what you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt; - This is a critical topic because without respect a relationship can never be good. In spite of this, mutual respect is lacking in many intimate relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-7170923214839332464?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7170923214839332464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=7170923214839332464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7170923214839332464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7170923214839332464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/critical-keys-for-good-relationships.html' title='Critical Keys for Good Relationships'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-5160413486896839093</id><published>2007-04-09T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:43:31.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Travelling Alone</title><content type='html'>It has always been in our culture as Filipinos that traveling is always declared as a group activity. Most or shall I say, many of us would often go out of town together with friends or family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how many has actually traveled alone? I doubt if anyone will raise hands here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to many, traveling solo has its perks too. It was through journeying alone that I was able to develop my skills in communicating with the strangers. I get to know a lot of people. I was able to appreciate local history more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling alone is a very liberating experience for me. Imagine, I don’t have to wait for friends at the airport for an extra minute before queuing at the check in counter. I dont have to worry extra budget in case my friends would ask to dine in an upscale restaurant, or take a taxi instead of the usual jeepney ride. I can go to any place that I want. What if my friends love to go to the park, while I want to visit a local museum? Hard, isn’t it? Traveling with friends always limit your choices of itinerary. Not to mention limiting the foods that your going to binge in. I love seafoods, but my friend is allergic to crustaceans. While my other friend is a vegetarian???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace of your traveling activity is not a problem when you are alone. You can set your pace if you want to tour quick, or walk slowly, just like in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself love traveling alone. It gives me the freedom to explore a city without the need to tow friends who are not interested in what I’m doing. I really enjoyed my self so much when I traveled all alone last July 2006, from Manila to Baguio, Baguio to Vigan, and Vigan to Manila. December 2006, I saw my self flying alone to the Asia’s Latin City of Zamboanga, then swim at the white sand beaches of Basilan. I also traveled alone for the Dinagyang Festival 2006 in Iloilo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I were to choose between traveling with a group or traveling alone, I’d still prefer the latter. The adventures are limitless. Who knows what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: erid001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-5160413486896839093?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5160413486896839093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=5160413486896839093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5160413486896839093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5160413486896839093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/joy-of-travelling-alone.html' title='The Joy of Travelling Alone'/><author><name>unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810887468602500239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-7653093726059423094</id><published>2007-04-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:33:05.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>the only one for me</title><content type='html'>I saw them in the light&lt;br /&gt;Loving and holding each other tight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has someone in their heart&lt;br /&gt;And here I am lonely from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I journey here and there&lt;br /&gt;But I've never found him anywhere&lt;br /&gt;The only One for me&lt;br /&gt;who'll love only me...&lt;br /&gt;I know there's someone out there for me&lt;br /&gt;And there's Someone who really loves me as me&lt;br /&gt;He just want me to be me&lt;br /&gt;and wait for the only one for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: frendofmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-7653093726059423094?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7653093726059423094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=7653093726059423094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7653093726059423094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7653093726059423094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-one-for-me.html' title='the only one for me'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-7537690362679118223</id><published>2007-04-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:28:46.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>The Hidden Truth</title><content type='html'>I wear a smile in front of you&lt;br /&gt;To try to cover my shame&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I think this through?&lt;br /&gt;For now I bear this smile of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of sorrow roll down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And flow with a neverending pain&lt;br /&gt;They leave a permanent silver streak&lt;br /&gt;As I live this pitiful life in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches in the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;And the love that we once shared&lt;br /&gt;How could I have lost something so true?&lt;br /&gt;My love, best friend...someone who finally cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your destiny." some might say&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I hear it I get more upset&lt;br /&gt;Now I must spend each passing day&lt;br /&gt;In my hopeless world of regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This state of mind eats at me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't forget about you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blind. Why can't I see?&lt;br /&gt;For, a love like this nobody should lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These painful words linger on my lips&lt;br /&gt;And sting my honest tongue&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking like this&lt;br /&gt;And regretting what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Sarah Lorraine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-7537690362679118223?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7537690362679118223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=7537690362679118223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7537690362679118223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7537690362679118223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/hidden-truth.html' title='The Hidden Truth'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-8852692135473291587</id><published>2007-04-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:14:53.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>Wounded</title><content type='html'>I want to reach out&lt;br /&gt;beyond the confines&lt;br /&gt;of this self-made hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost; confused; alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I’m still hurt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart locked away&lt;br /&gt;behind a rugged scab.&lt;br /&gt;This blood inside me&lt;br /&gt;lies cold and stagnant;&lt;br /&gt;hardened to create&lt;br /&gt;a protective shell.&lt;br /&gt;But the wound beyond -&lt;br /&gt;that it helps protect;&lt;br /&gt;never seems to heal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;by: Mitchell Thompson&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovelandia.com/authors/Mitchell%20Thompson.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-8852692135473291587?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8852692135473291587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=8852692135473291587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/8852692135473291587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/8852692135473291587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/wounded.html' title='Wounded'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-4392276736090888201</id><published>2007-04-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:39:53.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'>BORACAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPUxcP_CoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gQdfEv4oVsw/s1600-h/sunsetboracay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPUxcP_CoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gQdfEv4oVsw/s320/sunsetboracay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049613553074375298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boracay is the perfect island getaway, with its warm      blue waters, powder-fine white sand, and a palm fringed 4-kilometer beach.          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; world-famous island of Boracay is located in Aklan province 345 kms. South   of Manila. The island is accessible by air from Manila or Cebu through two principal   gateways : Caticlan airport or Kalibo airport. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt; a swim in the sea, you can engage in relaxing activities. Comb the beaches   on horseback. Play an exciting game of volleyball. Get on an outrigger and sail to the   other side of the island. Swim over to the floating bar and cool off with a cocktail. Or   hop around one beach to another and enjoy the easy-going atmosphere. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt; sunset, the island transforms into one exciting night of dancing      and partying. But don't take our word for it, Boracay is an island you have      to experience yourself. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;For&lt;/b&gt;      many certified sun-worshippers the world over, paradise goes by the name Boracay.      For indeed, many visitors have come back to Boracay year after ytear. Some      have even chosen to live in this paradise island. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-4392276736090888201?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4392276736090888201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=4392276736090888201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/4392276736090888201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/4392276736090888201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/boracay.html' title='BORACAY'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPUxcP_CoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gQdfEv4oVsw/s72-c/sunsetboracay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-5400478539130796740</id><published>2007-04-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:46:05.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VACATION'/><title type='text'>LEGEND OF SIQUIJOR ISLAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPRtsP_CmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zFdO7diq4Jg/s1600-h/SiquijorIsland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPRtsP_CmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zFdO7diq4Jg/s320/SiquijorIsland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049610190114982498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long, long time ago, Siquijor was not among the islands in the Philippine Archipelago. One evening a strong earthquake and a thunderstorm occurred. Flashes of blinding lightning laced the sky in white fire. Deafening thunder roared. The earth shuddered. The sea raged. From the churning waters of the ocean's womb was birthed an island. Until today farmers up in the mountains still find empty giant shells beneath the surface of their farms. Does this suggest some truth to the theory that Siquijor rose out of the sea?  &lt;p&gt;Soon the place was covered with varieties of trees, the greater number of which were tugas (molave) trees. Because of the preponderance of tugas in the area, old people called the place "katugasan."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At night fireflies covered these trees. Spanish soldiers and missionaries aboard galleons plying the Visayan area at night noticed the sparkling nocturnal scene. They called the island "Isla de Fuegos" or Island of Fire, referring to the eerie glow the island gave at night as Spanish galleons passed by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wishing to know more about the mysterious island, the Spaniards visited the place. Upon their arrival, they met a native who was fishing. They asked him in Spanish what the name of the place was. The native thought he was asked his name and responded "Si Kihod," limping around to demonstrate how he got his name. Because Spaniards found it difficult to pronounce the "d" eventually "Si Kihod" was changed to Siquijor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Others maintained that King Kihod was the island's legendary ruler. Still others claimed that "Kihod" is the beginning of low tide when the seawater is drawn from the shore to the open sea. The Spaniards arrived at the place when the sea was ebbing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Very little is known about Siquijor and its inhabitants before the arrival of the Spaniards in the 16th century. The original inhabitants came as farmers and fishermen from Cebu, Bohol and the adjacent islands.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-5400478539130796740?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5400478539130796740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=5400478539130796740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5400478539130796740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/5400478539130796740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/legend-of-siqujor-island.html' title='LEGEND OF SIQUIJOR ISLAND'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhPRtsP_CmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zFdO7diq4Jg/s72-c/SiquijorIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-3671437257642239561</id><published>2007-04-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:19:49.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SQUATTER'/><title type='text'>URBAN SQUATTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhO4R8P_ClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ptqgnRRD_dQ/s1600-h/dsc_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhO4R8P_ClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ptqgnRRD_dQ/s320/dsc_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049582225582918226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urban squatters have been a permanent problem. Large numbers of people living in makeshift housing, often without water or sewage, indicated that cities had grown in population faster than in the facilities required. In fact, the growth in population even exceeded the demand for labour so that many squatters found their living by salvaging material from garbage dumps, peddling, and performing irregular day work.    &lt;p&gt;Most squatters were long-time residents, who found in the absence of rent a way of coping with economic problems. The efforts of the government in the late 1980s to beautify and modernize the Manila area led inevitably to conflict with the squatters who had settled most of the land that might be utilized in such projects. The forced eviction of squatters and the destruction of their shacks were frequent occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sources: The Library of Congress Country Studies; CIA World Factbook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-3671437257642239561?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3671437257642239561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=3671437257642239561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/3671437257642239561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/3671437257642239561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/urban-squatters-have-been-permanent.html' title='URBAN SQUATTERS'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iNbR55EjPi4/RhO4R8P_ClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ptqgnRRD_dQ/s72-c/dsc_0334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-7981314661612212651</id><published>2007-04-03T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:43:32.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>FEELING BLUE</title><content type='html'>There are times in our lives when we are swept over by raging emotions. Times when we are overwhelmed by sadness and overcome by misery. Times when we feel that we are loved only for the worth others could get from us and not for who we really are. It is but natural to feel this way. Sometimes, we all need to be alone, to feel blue, to feel lonely, to listen to a song and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we ask ourselves, why does this song have to end? Why do we have to cry when love is taken away from us? Why does it have to hurt when we let go of someone we love?&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship we treasure, the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and setting someone free. In every last embrace, a part of us dies. Every teardrop that falls washes away our hopes. Then, we are left with nothing but pain and bitter memories because we have lost but never knew how and will probably never knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We try to get away but every move we make somehow has its way of reminding us of the past all over again. Every turn of our head and every blink of an eye remind us of something lost in eternity. It makes us wonder how one person can make us feel so empty, so alone, and so desolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every song, no matter how beautiful it is will have to end on its own time. It is inevitability that we cannot restrain, something that we cannot control, and just a fact that we have to accept and live up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let us remember that our lives do not have to end where our heartaches begin. Somewhere, someone will come along and sing us songs of love. Someday, someone will fill our lives with joy and laughter. Somehow, we will find love again. It will wipe our tears and bring us the promise of a new life, a new hope, and a beautiful beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-7981314661612212651?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7981314661612212651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=7981314661612212651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7981314661612212651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7981314661612212651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-blue.html' title='FEELING BLUE'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583007585731090792.post-7018639107446585630</id><published>2007-03-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:43:58.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>WHY AM I AFRAID TO LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Throughout life, we have this greatest craving of being loved. But the paradox is&lt;br /&gt;this: if we seek to fill the void of our own loneliness in seeking iove from others, we wiil inevitably find no consolation but oniy a deeper desolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is true that you're nobody till somebody loves you. Only the person who has experienced true love is capable of growing, and of maturing. If however a person seeks not to receive love, but rather to give it, he will become lovable and he will most certainly be loved in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The only way we can do this is to stop being concerned with ourselves. Loving others can be truly accomplished only when the focus of our minds and the happiest object of our desires is another when all our activity results from concern for another and not for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But how can we love if we have never been loved"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All of us have some capacity to love, some ability to move the focus of our minds out from ourselves to the needs, happiness, and fulfillment of others. To the extent that we do this; to the extent that we actualize this potential that is latent within us, we will be loved. Even if at the beginning we can love only a little, we shall be loved a little, and the love that we receive will empower us to grow more reai and more of our true selves in the direction that love leads.&lt;br /&gt;To love, one must have enormous motivation... Motivation towards goodness of humanity, since love, which of its essence seeks only the good of others, and is willing to pay the high price of self-forgetfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never ends... It is a long and hard road we have rarely explored: it is an altar of sacrifice; It asks an enormous amount of self-forgetfulness and not pride...&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only real meaning to our human destiny and to the feet of the Almighty, who loveS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583007585731090792-7018639107446585630?l=jumbastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7018639107446585630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583007585731090792&amp;postID=7018639107446585630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7018639107446585630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583007585731090792/posts/default/7018639107446585630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumbastica.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-am-i-afraid-to-love.html' title='WHY AM I AFRAID TO LOVE?'/><author><name>hittenmits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461174465427444586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
