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<description>Selected entries from my blogs, posts and statuses. Some of the blog entries are lines from movies, books, songs, my thoughts... Most of the poetry here are mine. Please be kind enough to acknowledge the source if ever you'll use them. Thanks.</description>
<copyright>Copyright 2002-2010 by Romel R. Saplaco. All rights reserved. Some parts throughout the site copyright by their respective owners. All rights reserved.</copyright>
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  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.romrs.net/?page=words&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.romrs.net/images/profile.gif&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;[Rom's Profile Pic]&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selected entries from my blogs, posts and statuses. Some of the blog entries are lines from movies, books, songs, my thoughts... Most of the poetry here are mine. Please be kind enough to acknowledge the source if ever you'll use them. Thanks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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  &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.romrs.net/&quot;&gt;Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.romrs.net/?page=words&quot;&gt;Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.romrs.net/?page=fb&quot;&gt;Faith Builder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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  &lt;a href=&quot;http://netiquette.romrs.net/&quot;&gt;Netiquette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Projects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www20.brinkster.com/gradesonline&quot;&gt;GrADeS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://teamworshiplb.brinkster.net/&quot;&gt;TeamWorshipLB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.projecthoneypot.org/?rf=62371&quot;&gt;Project Honey Pot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Networks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/romrs&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twitter.com/zildjoms&quot;&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.plurk.com/zildjoms&quot;&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://roms.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/lishaorom&quot;&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.xanga.com/rolandroms&quot;&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Mar 2010 17:05:12 PST</pubDate>
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 <title>RAIN DOWN (Xanga Weblog Entry)</title>
 <description>&lt;P&gt;21 may 2007, 14.41&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;everything's still.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the sky darkens.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the wind blows cold.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;one,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;then two --&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;drops hit the ground. slowly, but steadily quickening...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;then it comes.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the water pours down. it flows on my face, down my neck and to my feet; running through my skin, sliding through my hair, swirling down my arms, smoothing over my limbs, tracing my contours, outlining my body, cooling down my insides, untying my knots. i cry for more, in torrents it comes. pounding on my head, whipping at my back; i stretch out my arms, and the wildly wet wind carries them upward, pulls them to the ground, sloshing water all over me... i lift my voice in joy, i shout my lungs out and scream, i grin freakingly in discontent, wave sheepishly in childlikeness. the rainstorm drowns me, quiets me, provokes me, drives me, pushes me, pulls me back, taunts me, makes me smile... the water cleanses my lips, runs down my cheek, crosses my chest and drives through me to my foot and floods everything in and around me. i jump up and hit the thick curtains of clear liquid, as i hit the ground on my feet, throwing water all around me, surrounding me, pulling me down the quicksand, yet pushing me out of the ground. i hear everything, and listen to nothing. lightning streaks madly across the sky as the inevitable clap of thunder fills the air with such sweet music. my hands flail with the water, fingers grasping each drop as they play with the current and open up to let the waters go. the rain keeps on, falls heavily, kissing me lightly, punishing me harshly, rewarding me fully, emptying me totally. still i cry out for more, and still it comes. down. pouring more. and still more. i drown myself in the rain, the wind, the pain, the storm, the stirring, the whirring, the whipping, the crowning, the flowing, the hitting, the soothing, the painless chill, 'til i can't find myself, yet i'm standing there, holding on to my sides. i see myself, but i can't make out my tears from the rain, i have become one with it, yet broken into pieces that all drained out of me into the ground.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;and as carefree as it came, it stopped.&lt;BR&gt;it left -- without me.&lt;BR&gt;leaving me dripping,&lt;BR&gt;wanting...&lt;BR&gt;waiting..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i flowed with the water, flew with the wind&lt;BR&gt;my feet lifted me up, but my head pinned me down.&lt;BR&gt;i dissolved, and reformed; i was destroyed, but i can't go back.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm happy. i think.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the rain has changed me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i think.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;it has chained me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i looked,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;but there&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;was no&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;sun.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;good.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;=====&lt;BR&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;BR&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;/P&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 05:46:48 GMT</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Wednesday, February 10</title>
 <description>zildjoms: Watchadoin' on a Wednesday night? &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/RelateIgnite&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/RelateIgnite&lt;/a&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 06:53:22 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: One True Love</title>
 <description>=============&lt;br&gt;13 mar 2009, 18.27&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so..&lt;br&gt;you've had a change of heart?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we'll see..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;prove it with your actions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2009 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:28:33 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Thursday, February 25</title>
 <description>zildjoms: No response to &quot;God, what do You want me to do?&quot; Try &quot;God, what have You told me to do that I haven't done yet?&quot;</description>
 <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 09:08:17 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: How To Let Go</title>
 <description>  =============&lt;br&gt;17 nov 2008, 09.33&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;more than &quot;how&quot;,&lt;br&gt;the right question is &quot;when&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when to let go?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when it's jesus who already calls the shots and not the self.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you're not really letting go of someone or something --&lt;br&gt;you're letting go of your self.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2008 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 17:33:03 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Sunday, February 28</title>
 <description>zildjoms: GOOOOLDDD!!! &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/GoCANADA&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/GoCANADA&lt;/a&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 22:58:31 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>MILENYOW (Xanga Weblog Entry)</title>
 <description>========&lt;br&gt;09 august 2007, 17.34&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i can't take it anymore,&lt;br&gt;so i just run away and hide&lt;br&gt;but just when i thought it was safe outside,&lt;br&gt;the tide kept rising to unnatural heights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 09:53:00 GMT</pubDate>
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 <title>UGH (Xanga Weblog Entry)</title>
 <description>========&lt;br /&gt;12 september 2007, 20.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, you think i'm into you?&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm not that kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 13:21:55 GMT</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: Kris Allen!</title>
 <description>  ===========&lt;br&gt;20 may 2009, 20.19&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aughsum! cmaughn braugh!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2009 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.  &lt;br&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 02:36:35 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>CAIN IS (Xanga Weblog Entry)</title>
 <description>&lt;P&gt;29 april 2007, 15.41&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;hmm...&lt;BR&gt;kainis...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ang inis ay talo.&lt;BR&gt;kaya wag maiinis.&lt;BR&gt;para panalo.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ang pikon pangit.&lt;BR&gt;kaya wag pikon.&lt;BR&gt;para gwapo.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ang asar pinapatay.&lt;BR&gt;kaya wag asar.&lt;BR&gt;para buhay.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(&lt;EM&gt;hehe... this is my first poem in filipino! aughsum...!&lt;/EM&gt;)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;=====&lt;BR&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;BR&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;/P&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 06:49:57 GMT</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Wednesday, February 17</title>
 <description>zildjoms: Let us change how the church is known for what it is against by letting the world know what it is for. &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/LoveGodLovePeople&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/LoveGodLovePeople&lt;/a&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 08:05:58 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Photo Album: More Tulips, Kids And Still Some More..</title>
 <description>...part 3 of 3 (&lt;a href=&quot;http://roms.multiply.com/photos/album/78/My_Sisters_Tulips&quot;&gt;part 1: the tulips&lt;/a&gt;; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://roms.multiply.com/photos/album/77/My_Sisters_Kids...&quot;&gt;part 2: the kids&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;a href='http://roms.multiply.com/photos/album/80/More_Tulips_Kids_And_Still_Some_More..'&gt;&lt;img class=thumb width='90' height='120' src='http://images.roms.multiply.com/image/5/photos/80/1200x120/7/Dsc01357.jpg?et=wR3CisTa6AGuBtGdLxK%2B4g&amp;nmid=235937633'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=albumtitle&gt;More Tulips, Kids And Still Some More..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 05:22:28 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Photo Album: My First Attempt at Flower-Arranging</title>
 <description>tasked by my &lt;a href=&quot;http://sagesummer.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;&quot;beloved&quot; sis&lt;/a&gt;... &gt;.&lt; after 29 years... not bad for a guy, eh? XD&lt;a href='http://roms.multiply.com/photos/album/83/My_First_Attempt_at_Flower-Arranging'&gt;&lt;img class=thumb width='90' height='120' src='http://images.roms.multiply.com/image/8/photos/83/1200x120/2/DSC01497.JPG?et=WiN6A%2C5uEk%2B%2BB4g9xe9ljg&amp;nmid=238472781'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=albumtitle&gt;My First Attempt at Flower-Arranging&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 4 May 2009 11:54:14 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: Remember to Forget</title>
 <description>==================&lt;br&gt;22 sep 2009, 17.27&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;from the day the splinters hit the dew&lt;br&gt;and the rays cut the wind&lt;br&gt;to the setting of the moon&lt;br&gt;and the quitting of the stars&lt;br&gt;i was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you were bleeding love songs&lt;br&gt;from dusk till dawn&lt;br&gt;losing your voice over&lt;br&gt;drowned remembering and&lt;br&gt;puddles of sand&lt;br&gt;and you made me see all that&lt;br&gt;'cause i was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i never forget&lt;br&gt;i so remember.&lt;br&gt;i never remember&lt;br&gt;i so forget.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yes, it's a choice to forget.&lt;br&gt;but it's a wiser choice&lt;br&gt;to remember the right stuff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2009 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 08:33:08 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Monday, February 8</title>
 <description>zildjoms: 2-scoop Purdy's Premium chocolate ice cream on a fancy nut-lined waffle cone. Yeam!</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 01:47:38 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Friday, February 5</title>
 <description>zildjoms: You are not your own. You can't just do anything you want. &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/1Cor6_18-20&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/1Cor6_18-20&lt;/a&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:07:52 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: Funny.</title>
 <description>======&lt;br&gt;18 may 2008, 15.26&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was telling this guy,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;funny how you rant about the world and all&lt;br&gt;when you, yourself,&lt;br&gt;are causing that exact same pain&lt;br&gt;to those reaching out to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;funny how you say they don't see you at all&lt;br&gt;when you, yourself,&lt;br&gt;are oblivious&lt;br&gt;to your own blindness to them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;funny, funny indeed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;ahaha.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was telling this guy,&lt;br&gt;this guy in the mirror...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2008 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 15:50:13 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Twitter tweet by Zildjoms on Friday, January 22</title>
 <description>zildjoms: I am body, soul and spirit. Am I trying to be only 1/3 fit? &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/1Tim4_8&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/1Tim4_8&lt;/a&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 10:42:46 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Playlist with Audio: This Woman's Work</title>
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01 jan 2009, 18.24


pray god you can cope
i stand outside this woman's work
this woman's world
ooh it's hard on the man
now his part is over
now starts the craft of the father

i know you have a little life in you yet
i know you have a lot of strength left

i should be crying but i just can't let it show
i should be hoping but i can't stop thinking

of all the things i should've said
that i never said
all the things we should've done
though we never did
all the things i should've given
but i didn't

oh darling make it go
make it go away

give me these moments back
give them back to me
give me that little kiss
give me your hand

i know you have a little life in you yet
i know you have a lot of strength left

oh darling make it go away
just make it go away now

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 <description>&lt;p&gt;======&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;03 dec 2008, 17.25&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's lethal to want only&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the company of people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;who'll only say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what you want to hear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=====&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;copyright &#169; 2008 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 3 Dec 2008 23:53:18 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: Turn It Off And Turn Me On</title>
 <description>    ==========================&lt;br&gt;27 mar 2009, 22.22&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.earthhour.org/home/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;earth&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;28 march 2009 &lt;span&gt;&#183;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;LIGHTS OFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&#183;&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;30-9&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;30pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;*&lt;/sup&gt; uhm.. try clickin' on &quot;vote earth&quot; above.. &lt;span&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2009 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
 <pubDate>Wed, 1 Apr 2009 03:58:38 +0000</pubDate>
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 <description>nov. 21-24, 2008. 'nuff said. &lt;img src=&quot;http://images.roms.multiply.com/image/1/photos/58/500x500/4/40.gif?et=ZukuEBx3rw0BSNWi3wp4hw&amp;amp;nmid=118247717&quot;&gt;&lt;a href='http://roms.multiply.com/photos/album/73/Long_Overdue_Baguio_Pix'&gt;&lt;img class=thumb width='160' height='120' src='http://images.roms.multiply.com/image/3/photos/73/1200x120/1/DSC00695.JPG?et=sXfxWk5X89DAxjFo2ldToA&amp;nmid=190571637'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=albumtitle&gt;Long Overdue Baguio Pix&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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 <description>12 june 2007, 15.25&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when someone who has lost all hope comes to you for a talk, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when he has not just heard it all but truthfully applied them all and yet at the end of his day he still came back full circle, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when he just goes on doing all the things supposedly real to him for lack of a better thing that works, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when he has gone beyond discouragement and disappointment to just plain handicapped emptiness, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when anger and frustration have passed and only a painful cry for truth remains, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;god, what do you tell him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
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28 apr 2009, 23.13


proudly, he called out.
a young man of 4
i couldn't understand.
where, oh where
could he have gotten
his o.c. hand?

i wonder...

&lt;span&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;

like i always say,
o.c.d. is not a disorder --
it's a persistence for order. &lt;span&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;

at least he'll ace abstract reasoning... &lt;span&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;

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 <title>Multiply Playlist with Audio: Idle Mode</title>
 <description>walkman easy...</description>
 <pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:16:15 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Multiply Blog Entry: Life Support</title>
 <description>============&lt;br&gt;05 feb 2009, 16.00&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what do you live for?&lt;br&gt;who do i live for?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's this guy i know,&lt;br&gt;who, when the one he lived for died,&lt;br&gt;he, himself got destroyed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what do you live for?&lt;br&gt;who do i live for?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;is it someone who dies?&lt;br&gt;is it something you have to keep alive?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what do you live for?&lt;br&gt;who do i live for?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eternal makes immortal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2009 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
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 <description>zildjoms: Wildfire this Friday will be epic! &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/InvestigatingGod&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/InvestigatingGod&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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 <description>zildjoms: Destiny does not limit choice, but choice could very well limit the fulfillment of destiny. &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/DestinyAndChoice&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/DestinyAndChoice&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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 <description>zildjoms: Patience is not passively doing nothing but actively waiting for God to do something. (&lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/PatientWork&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/PatientWork&lt;/a&gt;)</description>
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 <description>zildjoms: Life is unfair. Jesus won the victory, I reap its benefits. Unfair, indeed. &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/Eph1_18-22&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/Eph1_18-22&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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 <description>==============&lt;br&gt;03 mar 2007, 22.44&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#8220;&lt;span&gt;...I, God, your God, am holy...&lt;/span&gt;&#8221; Leviticus 19.2 (MSG)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i can&#8217;t sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when i tell god, &#8220;you are holy,&#8221; do i really know what it means? in an age when holiness is religiously overrated, does this word &#8220;holiness&#8221; still arrest me? when i hear that holy means &#8220;set apart&#8221;, &#8220;consecrated&#8221;, does something even remotely stir in me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MEANING DIFFERENT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then god hit me with this - &#8220;holy&#8221; means &#8220;different.&#8221;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;different. as in, god, you are holy - &#8220;god, you are different from me.&#8221; god, astig ka! iba ka! i'm so out of your league. god, you are perfect! i&#8217;m not; god, you are patient! i&#8217;m not; god you are powerful! i&#8217;m not; god, you are gentle, i&#8217;m not; god, you are generous, i&#8217;m not; god, you deserve that all humans, stars and planets would bow down to you, i don&#8217;t; god, you are you! i&#8217;m not you. no one else is, nothing else is, no one or nothing has or ever will be like you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he&#8217;s different from me. the god whose mere voice created sound waves to reverberate molecules into existence within nullness. he&#8217;s different from me, the god who thinks and reacts in ways i could never even do on my own. he&#8217;s so different from me, the god whose very nature flashes perfection at my own inadequte old nature. he&#8217;s different from me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and this difference is the very foundation on which the whole matter between god and man has always been, and is as it is right now, and will always be &#8211;&amp;nbsp; why he was able to create everything, why he was able to give me my freewill, why i was able to hurt him so bad in ways he had always known i&#8217;d do to him but he could never do to me, why he needed to bend down and reach into that ever deep pit i&#8217;ve fallen into and hew me out of it with all his might, why he was able to squeeze me out of my mess and back into his fort, why he was able to render my old humanity inexistent and replace it with his very own nature, why everyday there is a need for him to transform my mind into thinking the way he does, why his very word is more than powerful enough to bring me to life, nourish, sustain, grow, develop, defend, fight for, recreate, revive, renew, fire up, settle down, encourage, bring to places, compel, secure, humble, stop me wherever i am and just let me bow down before him &#8211;&amp;nbsp; all because he&#8217;s set apart, consecrated, different. different from me. different from everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SHOOTING AT THE DIFFERENCE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now this made me wonder how man has been fighting to invalidate and abolish this difference between him and god. since adam and eve, that first choice to disobey god was about &#8220;being like god.&#8221; the tower of babel was all about reaching heaven in a way god did not want humans to. human kings, kingdoms and leaders from pharaoh to rehoboam to hitler to lenin have tried to rule humanity by replacing god with a person, an animal or a heavenly being or a piece of metal, a race, a concept &#8211; all to destroy his very difference from everything he created, which is the basic reason why he&#8217;s supposed to be the one ruling. even all unbiblical beliefs from popular religious dogmas to eastern religions to satanism are aimed at destroying that very difference between god and man by espousing the rule of self, cleverly disguised as paths to eternal freedom and self empowerment. &#8220;you will be like god&#8230;&#8221; and still some &#8211; some just totally ignore the concept of a &#8220;different&#8221; god &#8211; one they cannot manipulate &#8211; and turn him into a commodity they can encash, claim good things from, twist the arm of, and invoke like a genie anytime good fortunes are needed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;STOOPED DOWN&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what made me equally wonder from this &#8220;differentness&#8221; is a matter so dumbfounding, stupefying, dreadfully horrible, utterly absurd and astonishingly unthinkable &#8211; that this very different god from all he created, from man himself &#8211; this different god transformed, mutated, recreated, refit himself to become man! that very thing he&#8217;s so different from! to buy me back from the choices i&#8217;ve sold myself to, to brand me as his own again, he himself built that instant superconnection from him to me so i could reach him the way he has always meant me to touch him. to be able to relate to him again, to be able to stay in a place again with him and just stare at each other and let everything else fade away. and all the while he kept his integrity, his wholeness, his differentness from me. it was all pure him, nothing added, nothing removed, nothing marred, nothing defiled. the differentness between him and me has never been so stark, so pronounced, so remarkably emphasized as when he became what he was so not. now, i have just had a newfound understanding of what he has done &#8211; what he really has done! that differentness, that holiness, that just brings me down to my knees in front of him, losing all words, nothing good enough to express my gratitude and respect and honor for such holy, different god.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no wonder the very first thing jesus asked for when he prayed was for god&#8217;s name to be respected. &#8220;hallowed be your name!&#8221; god! may you be respected whenever and wherever that name is mentioned! jesus asked for that &#8220;deleted&#8221; and/or damaged concept of difference between god and man to be properly and immediately programmed once again to human minds &#8211; for it to command the respect and reverence among anyone and anything and everything that his presence pervades.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DIFFERENT MEANING&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;once this concept of a holy, &#8220;different&#8221; god sank deep enough into me, everything really took on a totally new meaning &#8211; everything! work, play, service, interests, skills, family, hobbies, reasons, frustrations, achievements, failures, faults, offenses, motives, lyrics, pictures, stars, planets, water, fish, colors, everything! changed! forever changed. each and every single bit of my existence, my thoughts, my breath &#8211; is now stamped with such great respect, such great gratitude, such great honor, such pure and great homage to the one who truly, truly deserves all. just the mere mention of his name as i start my day already wells up a rushing gale of waters within me in gratitude. god! thank you for even letting me address you this way! such awe and wonder literally pulls out physical heaves and lumps in my chest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh god, may your name be respected &#8211; in my life, in everyone around me, in everything around me. as they see me, i really hope they can&#8217;t help but have such a profound respect and honor for you. everyone has to know about this&#8230; everyone has to be captured by you &#8211; their hearts arrested by your holiness, seized by you&#8230; everyone has to, has to - be ruled by you.. respect and revere you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, the songs i sing are just so much more meaningful, directed, fresh and deliberate&#8230; every mention of &#8220;you&#8230;&#8221;, &#8220;god&#8230;&#8221;, &#8220;jesus&#8230;&#8221; is just so meaningfully different now&#8230; &#8220;there is no one else for me&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;all my delight is in you&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;you&#8217;re all that i seek&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;cover the earth with your glory&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;everyday, it&#8217;s you i live for&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;blessed are those who dwell in your house&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;one day in the house of god is better than a thousand days in the world...&#8221; &#8220;find rest, my soul, in christ alone&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;there is no one like you, there will never ever be anyone like you&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;i will worship you for who you are&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;humbled i bow down in your presence at your throne&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;in my life, be lifted high, in my world be lifted high, in my love be lifted high&#8230;&#8221;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now my mind, my being, my perspective has been instantaneously changed. now i know where i stand before such mighty god, now i know my real place in this world, my meaning, my significance &#8211; all these &#8220;me&#8221;-ness really revolve around, take existence, begin and end in &#8220;him&#8221;. now the branch knows why it has to be connected to a vine, now the stream knows it has to flow from a mountain, now the tree knows why it bears fruit, now the earth knows it has to be held together by a supreme being, now the wandering heart knows that it&#8217;s time to come home, the pilgrim has found its destination. the holy, different god, has finally found his rightful place in me. and respect and honor will forever be gushing out of me to him every single moment of my life, everywhere i am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;copyright &#169; 2007 by romel r. saplaco. all rights reserved.&lt;br&gt;do not use without permission.</description>
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 <description>zildjoms: Vancouver 2010 Olympics opening tonight! &lt;a href=&quot;http://bit.ly/Van2010Opening&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/Van2010Opening&lt;/a&gt; #Vancouver2010</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 23:26:26 +0000</pubDate>
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