<?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-8044122804128065324</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:18:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That kid's desk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-2511512840905546742</id><published>2011-06-20T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:02:15.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEML (c) 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF7DdJQdLvw/Tf7FsqOb8SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k5i-NHcE1zk/s1600/11241_1184056516891_1092574830_30459021_7419989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF7DdJQdLvw/Tf7FsqOb8SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k5i-NHcE1zk/s320/11241_1184056516891_1092574830_30459021_7419989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620146756044714274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dvo, ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/iamleml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/leml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/leml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DAILYBOOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/CaptLEML/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FORMSPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leml.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;leml@live.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-2511512840905546742?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2511512840905546742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/leml-c-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2511512840905546742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2511512840905546742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2011/06/leml-c-2011.html' title='LEML (c) 2011'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF7DdJQdLvw/Tf7FsqOb8SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k5i-NHcE1zk/s72-c/11241_1184056516891_1092574830_30459021_7419989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6852993015600867134</id><published>2010-02-07T16:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:06:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/S26BGXwEXvI/AAAAAAAAADY/gPIiVy4UqZE/s1600-h/Jesus_Walking_on_Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/S26BGXwEXvI/AAAAAAAAADY/gPIiVy4UqZE/s200/Jesus_Walking_on_Water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435423746737594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Reload Odyssey 2010. Phillip Island, Victoria. It was a loooooong journey, roughly 13 hours from CRC Seaton, well, plus the stops, it's more than that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should tell you some brief details about what I learnt, it is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is pointless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Life is complicatedly nothing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;REAL Life is found when you surrender everything to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He knew he was on the fence, he was halfway both ways. Standing in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And surely, it was painful.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, he seriously thought life was awesome, he had heaps of friends, they had enough finances, and they could afford luxuries in life. Life was amazing. It is a material world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, he found something more than that. He found God. He believed in Him. And he trusted Him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then he went to a journey, he thought it was awesome for he know that God sent him to another place for a reason. He gave up things and glory for a journey to another country, a good opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you.I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; Iwill make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Genesis 12:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was on it, he wasn’t strong enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He listened to the enemy, the lies that made him believe about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He felt disturbed, very alone and depressed. And it worked, to the point that he just refused to believe, for he saw it was consistent. I am positive that boy has a brand name ‘Christian’ but its content is less than enough to consider him one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He went to a Youth Conference beforehand going to a Christian Camp, and there he made a new decision to get off the fence and be fully with God and so he invited Jesus unto his heart. But on the last day of the Youth Conference, he didn’t stand strong, he was defeated again, and he bailed out the last day of the Youth Conference. A day after, he travelled to the east. He didn't even actually desired to go to this camp. But at the first night of the camp, He heard the words of Mark in Chapter 1, verse 17.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come and Follow Me.”&lt;/span&gt;, as what Jesus said to the fishermen that became His’ disciples.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come, Follow Me.” “Come, Follow Me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was stuck not only in his mind, but also in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw the first stone."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John 8:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he didn't just stood on the other side, but he started to walk with Him. And now it is for real.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in James 4:8, it is said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Draw near to God and He will draw near to you."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he picked and chose, he shall give and surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In that camp, a word from Romans 6:11 was told to him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you also must consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God in Christ Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he surrendered his body, he was freed from the lies of the flesh and the enemy. He now knows where he is going. He's found the compass, to walk in the right direction. And now, that boy became me. He is no longer in existence. I sacrificed him to God. And now, I am the soul that controls over this human body, which is the soul that will join Our Saviour and Creator at the end my Odyssey and nobody and no body will change that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Philippians 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that the 13 hours travel isn’t even a journey, and that the real journey is had just taken place, the Odyssey. The Odyssey with my God. The easiest choice I should’ve chose even before and should’ve fought for! And I should’ve stood firm, and kept my Faith strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is very easy to the point that in that Ship has a free ticket, with 5-star accommodation and amenities. And the best thing? It has a lifeguard that walks on water, and calms the storm! And so, I found the truth. Now, I’m on board, going to a destination. Not wandering and going around something.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I found friends that stand as my family, friends that made it easier for me to go back to Him. And most especially, friends that will keep me on board the Odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I found Him. Cause I followed Him. And now I am found too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And as the word in Philippians 3:12-16 says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do; forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead,I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from now on, I’ll live to the word of Acts 20:24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Stay strong in Faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And when Jesus is no longer walking with you, there’s only one reason for that. It’s because He’s carrying you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have recently received heaps of email from them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And one email contained the word from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeremiah 29: 11-14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"For I know what I have planned for you,' says the Lord. 'I have plans to prosper you, not to harm you. I have plans to give you a future filled with hope. When you call out to me and come to me in prayer, I will hear your prayers. When you seek me in prayer and worship, you will find me available to you. If you seek me with all your heart and soul, I will make myself available to you."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have not arrived. I am far from the finish line. But I am on CHRIST'S TEAM. His love ignites me. His power fuels me. His mission compels me. I AM COMMITTED to Christ and to this race. I will run STRONG and LONG. Who will join me?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can't all wait 'til the next RELOAD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all! Glory to God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6852993015600867134?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6852993015600867134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-odyssey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6852993015600867134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6852993015600867134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-odyssey.html' title='My Odyssey'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/S26BGXwEXvI/AAAAAAAAADY/gPIiVy4UqZE/s72-c/Jesus_Walking_on_Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-2640449984154692187</id><published>2010-01-18T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:06:34.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah.html"&gt;THATLEMLKID&lt;/a&gt; (c) 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Hell is Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons-never-cry-on.html"&gt;Lemons over Milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/trading-post-is-davao-defying-impact-of.html"&gt;Davao: Trading Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-dozen-ugliest-and-lamest.html"&gt;Spoiled Dozen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/filipino-names.html"&gt;Filipino Names&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-davao-sir.html"&gt;This is Davao, Sir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gmall-expansion.html"&gt;Shop 'til you get hit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days-party-days.html"&gt;Rainy days = Party days?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflections-on-bicultural-family.html"&gt;Reflections on a Bicultural Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/youth-of-nation.html"&gt;Youth of the Nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-conyo-mandments.html"&gt;Dude, that's so conyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/repost-girls-need-to-realize.html"&gt;Girls need to realize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/celestial-seasoning.html"&gt;Heavenly Spices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-partyphile-new-tribe-of.html"&gt;New tribe of Davao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/camella-northpoint.html"&gt;Camella Northpoint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/size3bten-best-features-of-davaosize-1.html"&gt;10 Reasons why DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-lyric-album-art.html"&gt;Lyrics and Artworks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/travelling-tips-for-teens.html"&gt;Travelling Tips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-damage.html"&gt;Brain Damage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-early.html"&gt;Sleep Early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-odyssey.html"&gt;Odyssey&lt;/a&gt; (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-2640449984154692187?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2640449984154692187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2640449984154692187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2640449984154692187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-posts.html' title='2009 Posts'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-3296508908364789758</id><published>2010-01-11T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:19:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING NOTICE</title><content type='html'>Petitions for this pointless blog has been raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated this for almost a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, everything has changed. So most of the things here will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome? So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-3296508908364789758?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3296508908364789758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/3296508908364789758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/3296508908364789758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating-notice.html' title='UPDATING NOTICE'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7353165047810792204</id><published>2009-07-13T14:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:15:09.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: center; line-height: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www3.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=3068731&amp;amp;boxtag=7829&amp;amp;sec=main" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxmain" style="border: 1px solid rgb(219, 226, 237);" id="cboxmain" frameborder="0" height="425" scrolling="auto" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www3.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=3068731&amp;amp;boxtag=7829&amp;amp;sec=form" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxform" style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(219, 226, 237) rgb(219, 226, 237); border-width: 0px 1px 1px;" id="cboxform" frameborder="0" height="75" scrolling="no" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END CBOX --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-7353165047810792204?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7353165047810792204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7353165047810792204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7353165047810792204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-box.html' title='Blah Box'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-1967196676607065149</id><published>2009-07-13T12:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:22:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend forwarded me this, and thought of sharing it to you guys,&lt;br /&gt;it says 7, pero in the email, there are only six. Pero with one missing, it doesn't make it less informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not yet too late. God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Revelations of&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;br /&gt;to 7 Columbian Youths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:36;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Together as a group, these 7 Columbian youths were taken by Jesus Christ and shown Heaven and Hell.  Hear their account of the Glories of Heaven and misery of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;First Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;Second Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;Third Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;Fourth Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;Fifth Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;Sixth Testimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-size:36;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-1967196676607065149?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1967196676607065149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1967196676607065149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1967196676607065149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html' title='The Revelation'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-2418854310796883603</id><published>2009-07-13T12:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:17:48.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2062:12;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Psalms 62:12&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And Thee, O Lord, belongs covenant love, for Thou rewardest every man according to his work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the morning the Lord visited us in that room, He took us by the hand and we started to go down.  My heart was totally full of fear, I can't even describe it.  I just knew that I could not loosen the hand of my Savior.  I felt that Jesus was my Life and my Light and all my hope was in Him; otherwise I would be left behind in that place.  I never thought that I would ever go to that place.  I didn't even believe such a place existed.  Even as a Christian, I had always thought that purgatory was Hell, but God showed me the reality of Hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we arrived in Hell, I felt the place shook.  And all the demons there ran to hide, because not one of them could endure the presence of the Lord.  We heard the captive souls shout even louder, because they knew that Jesus of Nazareth was there.  They all knew that there was just one person that could possibly get them out.  They had that hope, even though it was a false hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We walked hand in hand with Jesus, and arrived at the section of fornication.  Jesus turned to look at a woman who was totally covered with the fire.  When Jesus saw her, she started to go out slowly from the fire, although her sufferings never stopped.   We could see she was totally naked and saw all of her physical characteristics.  Her body was totally dirty, and she stunk.  Her hair was all messed up, and she had a yellowish green mud on her.  She had no eyes and her lips were falling to pieces.  She had no ears, just the holes.  With her hands, which were bones charred black, she took the flesh that was falling from her face and tried to put it back on.  But this gave her even worse pain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She then shook and shouted even more; her shouts never ended.  She was full of worms, and there was a serpent wrapped around her arm.  It was very thick and had thorns around its body.  She had the number 666 engraved on her body; the &lt;a target="_blank"&gt;number of the Beast&lt;/a&gt; mentioned in the book of Revelation. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelations%204:9-11;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Revelations 4:9-11&lt;/a&gt;)  She also had a metal plate embedded on her chest, made from some unknown metal, it was never consumed by the fire.  On the plate was something written in a strange language, but we could understand what was written on it.  It read, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here because of fornication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Jesus saw her He asked her, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena, why are you in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  While Elena was answering the Lord her body twisted with the pain of her torments. She said that she was there because of fornication.  She asked the Lord for forgiveness over and over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then we started to see the event of her death.  When she died, she was having sex with one of her lovers, because she thought that the person she was living with was gone on a trip.  However, he came back from his job and found her in bed with someone else.  He then went to the kitchen and took a big knife and stuck it in Elena's back.  She died and was taken to Hell, exactly the way she died; totally naked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In Hell, everything materialized and she still had that big knife in her back, causing her great pain.  By this time, she had already been in Hell 7 years and she could remember each moment of her life and death.  She also remembered when someone tried to preach to her about Jesus; that He was the only one who could save her.  But now it was too late for her and everyone else in Hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Word of the Lord talks a lot about fornication, and it is very clear.  Fornication is having sexual relationships outside of marriage.  &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%206:13;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;1 Corinthians 6:13&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Food for the stomach and the stomach for food, but God will destroy both of them.  Now the body is not for fornication, but for the Lord; and the Lord for the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  also in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%206:18;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;1 Corinthians 6:18&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Jesus finished talking with her, she was covered with a big blanket of fire and we could no longer see her.  But we heard the sound of her flesh burning and those horrifying screams, I can't even describe them with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we continued to walk with the Lord, He showed us all the people there: the idol worshipers, those who used and practiced witchcraft, the immoral, adulterers, liars, and homosexuals.  We were very scared, the only thing we wanted to do was leave.  But Jesus kept saying that it was necessary to look so we could tell others, so they might believe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued with Jesus, holding His hand even tighter.  We came to a section that really made an impression on me.  We saw a young man, 23 years old, suspended waist-high in the middle of a fire.  We couldn't see exactly what his torment was, but the number 666 was engraved on him.  He also had a metal plate on his chest that read, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here for being normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."  When he saw Jesus, he extended his hand towards Jesus begging for mercy.  The Word of God says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2014:12;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Proverbs 14:12&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a way that seems right to a person, but its end is the way of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we read the plate that said "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here for being normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", we asked the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, how come!?  Is this possible that a person can come to this place for this reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Then Jesus asked him, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew, why are you here in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  He answer, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, when I was on Earth, I thought that just killing and stealing were sins, and that is why I never tried to get close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%209:17;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Psalms 9:17&lt;/a&gt; is says "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The wicked shall be turned into Hell, all the heathen that forget God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Andrew made a big mistake by classifying sins, like many people do today.  The Bible is very clear when it says that the wages of the sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%206:23;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;/a&gt;)  Further, when the Bible talks about sin, it never classifies sins, because all of them are just sins.  Andrew had the chance to know and accept Jesus but he didn't take the opportunity that God had given to him.  Maybe he had a thousand opportunities to know the Lord, but he never wanted to know Him and that was the reason he was there.  Then a big blanket of fire covered his body and we never saw him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Falling into Hell" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d168b6b27-b293-47bb-a68a-9fb2019472e3.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMTIxMy5qcGc_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253aC6D7A29B-1975-4AA2-8E9F-C33EB2593A88&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="left" border="0" height="243" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We continued walking with Jesus.  In the distance we saw something falling down, like chunks of material.  When we got closer, we saw that it was people that were falling into Hell at that moment.  People that just died on the Earth without having accepted Jesus Christ in their hearts, they were arriving in Hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We saw a young man, many demons ran towards him and began to destroy his body.  Immediately his body began to fill with worms.  He shouted, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No!  What is this? Stop!  I don't want to be in this place!  Stop it!  This must be a dream!  Take me out of this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  He didn't even know that he was dead, and that he died without Jesus in his heart.  The demons were making fun of him and always tormenting his body.  Then the number 666 appeared on his forehead, and a metal plate on his chest.  Even if we couldn't see the reason he came to Hell, we knew for sure that he would never get out again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord told us that the torments of all these people in Hell would be even stronger on the day of the Judgment.  If they are suffering in such a terrible and horrifying way now I can't  imagine how will they suffer after the day of the Judgment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We didn't see any children there.  We just saw thousands and thousands of young people; men and women of many nationalities.  Nevertheless, in hell there are no more nationalities or social levels, all come to be tormented and punished.  There was one thing that everybody wanted, and that was a chance to go out, at least for a second. They also wanted to have one drop of water to refresh their tongues, like the story of the rich man in the Bible. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2016:19;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 16:19&lt;/a&gt;)  But this wasn't possible anymore, they choose where they wanted to spend their eternity.  They decided to spend it without God.  God never sends anyone to the Hell, everyone arrives there according to their own acts.  In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians%206:7;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Galatians 6:7&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Make no mistake, God will not be mocked.  What a person sows, he will reap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today you have the great opportunity to change your eternal destiny.  Jesus is still available now, and the Bible says that while we have life we also have hope.  Today you have life, don't miss this opportunity, it can be the last one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&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/8044122804128065324-2418854310796883603?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2418854310796883603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2418854310796883603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2418854310796883603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html' title='6th Testimony'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-5464136883198622610</id><published>2009-07-13T12:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:17:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Word of God tells us in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%206:23;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we went down there, I felt the pain and experience of being dead.  I was very frightened by what I saw.  I realized there were many, many people there; all were shouting and crying out.  It was total darkness, but with the presence of the Lord, the darkness disappeared.  We saw thousands and thousands of souls all crying out for help and mercy.  They cried out to the Lord to take them out of that place.  We also felt great pain because we knew the Lord suffered tremendously whenever He saw them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many cried out to the Lord to take them out just for a minute, just for a second.  The Lord would ask them, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do you want to go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", and they would answer, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I want to be saved!  I want to repent and be saved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  However, it was too late for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear people that are listening to me now, now is the only opportunity to choose our eternal destination.  You can either choose an eternal place of salvation, or an eternal place of condemnation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We went down further.  I saw that the floor we were walking on was being destroyed by fire; mud and flames were coming out of it.  There was also a terrible smell everywhere.  We felt so upset and nauseous from the smell and the shouts of all the people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Soul trapped in burning mud" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3dc3a90060-34ca-45d3-a430-bbd2c0cc733c.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMTExMi5qcGc_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a29A775F3-A01E-4A33-BFF9-5CF34E71DCC1&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="left" border="0" height="261" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We saw a man, far away, who was waist deep in burning mud.  Whenever he took out his arms, the flesh from his bones would fall off, into the mud.  We could see a grey mist inside his skeleton, so we asked the Lord what it was.  This type of mist was in every person in hell.  The Lord told us it was their souls trapped inside of a sin body; like it is written in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%2014:11;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Revelation 14:11&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; they have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We began to understand many things that we had been ignoring on Earth; most importantly, the clearest message was that our lives on Earth determine where we spend eternity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we walked hand in hand with the Lord, we realized the Hell had many different places with various levels of torment.  We came to a place with many cells which contained tormented souls.  The souls were being tormented by many types of demons.  The demons would curse the souls, saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95); font-style: italic;"&gt;You cursed wretch, praise Satan!  Serve him like you did when you were on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The souls suffered terribly from the worms; and the fire was like an acid over all their body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We saw two men inside one prison cell, each had daggers in their hands and were stabbing each other.  They would say to each other, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cursed wretch!  It's because of you that I'm here!  You made me come here because you blinded me to the truth and didn't let me recognize the Lord!  You didn't let me receive Him!  Many times I had the chance and you didn't let me accept Him!  That is why I'm here, tormented day and night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Through a vision, the Lord showed us their lives on Earth.  We saw them in a bar together.  An argument started which lead to a fight.  They were already drunk.  One of them took a broken bottle and the other pulled out a knife.  They fought until each one was mortally wounded and died.  The two men were doomed to repeat that scenario forever.  They were also tormented by the memory that they had been best friends on the Earth, like brothers in their love for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to tell you today, there is just one real friend, and His name is Jesus of Nazareth.  He is the real friend.  He is the faithful friend, who is with you at every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we continued walking and we saw a woman inside another cell, she was rolling over in the mud.  Her hair was all messed up and full of mud.  Inside the same cell was a big and fat snake.  It move close to her, surrounded her body, and went inside of her starting with her lower parts.  She was forced to have sexual contact with that snake.  In that place all the men and women that lived in fornication were forced to repeat it there.  However, they had to do it with snakes covered with 6 inch spikes.  The snake destroyed her body every time it went inside of her.  She cried out to the Lord and asked Him to stop it.  She did not want to suffer any more. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make it stop!  I won't do it again!  Please!  Make it stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" she begged the Lord as the snake came inside and destroyed her body over and over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We tried to cover our ears to her cries but we could still hear her.  We tried even harder to cover our ears, but that didn't help.  We said the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please Lord we don't want to see and hear to this anymore!  please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is necessary that you see this, so you can tell the rest, because my people are being destroyed, my people are ignoring the true salvation, the true road to the salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued walking and we saw a giant lake with thousand and thousands of people in the midst of flames.  They waved their hands asking for help, but there were many demons flying over that place.  These demons used spears with S-curved spearheads to hurt all the people burning in that lake.  The demons mocked and cursed them saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95); font-style: italic;"&gt;You cursed wretch!  Now you must worship Satan!  Praise him, praise him as you did when you were on the Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  There were thousands and thousands of people.  We were so scared, we felt that if we did not hold the Lord's hand we would be left in that horrifying place.  We were terrified from the things we were feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the distance we saw a man standing up, who was very great pain and agony.  He had two demons flying over him, tormenting him.  They would dig their spears inside his body and take out his ribs.  They also made fun of him all the time.  Even further, the Lord showed me that he was tormented from always worrying about the family he had left on the Earth.  The man didn't want his family to arrive in the same place of torment.  He was worried because he never gave them the message of salvation.  He was tormented because he remembered that they once had the chance to receive this message.  He was a very important person to give this message to his family, but he preferred to ignore it, and now he was worried about his sons and his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The torment continued as the demons cut off his arms, he fell into the burning mud.  Because of the pain from the burning mud, he wiggled like a worm from one place to another.  His flesh fell from his bones because of the heat.  He then started to slither like a snake, trying to get out of there.  But every time he tried to go, the demons pushed him back and he went deeper inside the mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We then saw a number of demons in one place.  Something caught my attention, I noticed that one of the demons was missing a wing.  I asked the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, why is this demon missing one wing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;That demon was sent up to the Earth with one purpose, but he did not accomplish his task, and he was cast back to Hell by one of the servants of God.  Then Satan came and punished him, and cut off one of his wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  Then we understood that as Christians, we have all authority and power in the Name of Jesus to cast out all demons and principalities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear friends that are listening these words right now, this testimony is not for condemnation but salvation; so you can test yourself and see the condition of your heart before the Lord.  This is so that you can change your ways, for salvation and not for condemnation.  Right now, lift your heart before the Lord and confess your sins, so if the Lord came at this moment you could go with Him instead of going to that place of torment where there is crying and gnashing of teeth.  There, you will really understand why Jesus paid such a high price at Calvary's cross.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We saw many people in Hell who were ignorant of why they were there.  Their lives were full of activities that they didn't think were sins.  Dear friend, test yourself!  Do not think that lying, stealing, being vain are okay things to do!  These are all sin before the eyes of the Lord!  Dear brothers, turn away and stop doing these things!  I'm giving you this message so you can stop willfully sinning, and look even more to the face of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&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/8044122804128065324-5464136883198622610?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5464136883198622610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5464136883198622610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5464136883198622610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html' title='5th Testimony'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6270567829136141581</id><published>2009-07-13T12:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:17:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God bless you brothers.  When the Lord took my hand, I could see that I was standing on a rock, and behind us, I saw an angel.  We began to go down through a tunnel with incredible speed.  Quickly, I turned and saw that the angel was gone, and I felt so afraid.  I asked the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, where is the angel?  Why is he not here anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;He cannot go where we are about to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued downward and then stopped abruptly, like an elevator.  I saw several tunnels; and we went through the one my sister Sandra spoke about.  The tunnel where people were hanging off of hooks by their heads, with shackles on their wrists.  The wall that had people on it seemed infinitely long.  Millions of people were hanging on it.  They had worms all over their bodies.  I looked ahead and saw that there was another wall, exactly the same as the other.  I said to the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord!  There are so many people in this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Instantly, a scripture verse entered my mind; one that I did not recognize.  The Lord told me, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell and Sheol are always hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2027:20;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Proverbs 27:20&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cauldron of fire" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3dc7616249-e85a-432c-b5e3-87d309f9ba48.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDkxMC5qcGc_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253aA0778883-E13E-4113-BC2B-6D81D7633122&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="left" border="0" height="236" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We left there and soon arrived at a place we called, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Valley of the cauldrons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".  These cauldrons were full of a boiling mud, and we got close to one of them.  The first person that I saw was a woman.  Her body floated and sank with the boiling mud, but when the Lord looked at her, she stopped moving and remained suspended in the mud at waist-level.  The Lord asked, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman what is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  She answered, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Rubiella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Her hair was full of boiling mud and flesh hung from her bones, which were charred black from the fire.  Worms entered through the holes of her eyes, came out from her mouth, entered again through her nose and exited her ears.  When the worms could not enter, they simply made a hole to enter the other parts of the body, which caused indescribable pain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She shouted, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, please!  Take me out of this place.  Have mercy on me!  I can not continue like this any longer!  Make it stop Lord!  I can not stand it any more!  Please have mercy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord asked her why she was there.  She said she was there because of vanity, which was the same word written on the metal plate on her chest.  In her hand was a normal looking bottle, but to her it appeared to be a very expensive perfume.  Rubiella had to take the bottle, which was full of acid, and spray it all over her body.  This caused, all the flesh that was sprayed to melt, causing her great pain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She shouted to the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord please, have mercy on me!  I can not be here any longer! Just a single second Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  I am not saying that it is a sin to use a perfume, but the Lord told us that the woman was there because of her perfume, as the Word of the Lord tells us in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Deuteronomy%205:7;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Deuteronomy 5:7&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You shall not have other gods before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" She was there because her beauty, perfumes, and vanity were first place in her life.  However, the Lord Jesus is King of kings and Lord of lords!  He has to be the first in your life; that is why she was there.  With sadness, the Lord looked at her and said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubiella, it is too late for you, worms shall be your bed, and worms shall cover you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  When the Lord said that, a blanket of fire totally covered her.  While her body was being consumed inside that cauldron, she suffered horrible pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We then got far away from there and arrived at a place with giant doors.  As we approached them, they opened for us.  On the other side we saw a giant cavern.  As I looked up I saw different color lights were moving like a cloud of smoke.  Suddenly, we heard music; salsa, ballenato, rock, and different kinds of popular music that people hear on the radio.  The Lord made a movement with His hand, and we saw millions and millions of people hung up with chains in their hands.  They were jumping wildly over the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord looked at us and said: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Look, these are the wages for the dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  They had to jump wildly up and down to the beat of the music.  If salsa was playing, they had to jump to that beat, if any other kind of music was playing, they had to jump to that beat.  They could never stop jumping.  But worse than that, their shoes had 6 inch spikes on the bottom.  Whenever they jumped it would pierce their feet, and they never had a moment's rest.  When someone would try to stop, demons would come at once and stab them with spears, cursed them, and saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95); font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise him!  This is your kingdom now, Praise Satan!  Praise him!  You can't stop, praise him!  Praise him!  You have to praise him!  You have to jump! You have to dance!  You can not stop one single second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was terrible that many of the people were Christians who knew the Lord, but they were in night clubs when they died.  Maybe you are asking, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where does it say in the Bible that it is wrong to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  In James 4:4, the Word of God says: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you not realize, you adulteresses, that friendship with the world is enmity toward God?  Therefore, whoever determines to be a friend of the world becomes God's enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Also, in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20John%202:15-17;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;1 John 2:15-17&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Neither love the world nor the things in the world.  Whoever loves the world has not the Father's love in his heart, because everything in the world, the passions of the flesh, the desires of the eyes, and the proud display of life have their origin not from the Father but from the world.  And the world with its lust passes away, but he who does the will of God remains for ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Remember the world will pass away, all this will perish, but the one who does the will of God stands forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friends and brothers, when we left this place, we saw something like bridges that divided hell into different sections of torment.  We saw a spirit walking over a footbridge.  It looked just like a doll that we have seen on the Earth; we call them Treasure Trolls.  They have different color hair, with an old man's face but a kid's body; without sexual parts.  Their eyes are full of evil.  The Lord explained that these were spirits of loss.  This spirit had a spear in his hands and was walking pompously on that footbridge, like he was royalty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As he walked, he stabbed people down below his spear.  He would curse them saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95); font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the day you were outside of a Christian church and you did not want to come inside?  Remember the day they preached to you and you did not want to listen?  Remember the day they gave you a gospel tract and you threw it away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The lost souls would try to cover the area where their ears used to be.  They would reply to the demon, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shut up!  Shut up!  Don't tell me anymore!  I don't want to know more, shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  However, the evil spirit enjoyed doing that because of the pain it inflicted on the souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Burning" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d240ecf78-6f8d-4db1-a79c-358f32a235a2.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMTAxMS5qcGc_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a224C5F55-8F0D-4E95-9DFC-328D73D3ACEA&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="right" border="0" height="259" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We continued walking with the Lord.  Upon looking at a mass of people, we noticed one man was shouting louder than the others who were burning there.  He was saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, Father, have mercy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord was not going to stop to look at this man, but when He heard the words "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" He shook and turned around.  Jesus looked at him and told him, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Father?  You call me Father? No, I am not your Father and neither are you my son.  If you were my son, you would now be with me in the Kingdom of Heaven.  You are sons of your father the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  Immediately a blanket of fire came up and totally covered his body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord told us the story of this man's life.  The man called Him Father because he had known Him.  He used to go to church and listen to God through His Word, and he had received many promises of God.  So we asked, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happened Lord?  Why is he here then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord replied, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;He was living a double life; he lived one way at home, and another at church.  He thought in his heart, 'Well, there is no one that lives close to me, not the pastor or any other brother, so I can do whatever I want'.  But he forgot that the eyes of the Lord are set on all our ways and that no one can lie or hide from the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Word of the Lord tells us, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't lie to your selves God can not be deceived.  Because everything a man sows, the same he will harvest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians%206:7;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Galatians 6:7&lt;/a&gt;) This man was suffering a thousand times worse than others.  He was paying a double condemnation: one for his sins, and one for thinking he could deceive the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today, people try to rank the gravity of sins; they think that homosexuals, thieves, and murderers are greater sinners than liars or gossips.  But in the eyes of the Lord, all these sins have the same weight and the same pay.  The Bible tells us, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The wages of sin is death" "the soul that sins will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%206:23;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel%2018:20;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Ezekiel 18:20&lt;/a&gt;)  My friends and brothers, I invite you now to accept Jesus' invitation.  Jesus is extending His hand of mercy to you if you repent.  The Word of the Lord tells us that the one that changes his ways and repents will be given mercy.  It is much better to believe now, than to wait and find out the hard way later.  God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&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/8044122804128065324-6270567829136141581?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6270567829136141581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6270567829136141581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6270567829136141581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html' title='4th Testimony'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-5770684726802934540</id><published>2009-07-13T12:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:15:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Testimony (of Sandra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let's go to the Word of the Lord in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2010:28;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 10:28&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whenever a soul arrives in hell, that person acquires a body of death.  The Lord Jesus took my hand and we began to go downwards through a very deep dark tunnel that led to the center of the Earth.  We arrived at a place with several doors; one of them opened and we entered with the Lord.  I would not let go of the Lord's hand, because I knew if I did, I would stay in hell forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="People hung up on walls" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d49951f7f-f520-4d56-a1e1-391b7fd054d2.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDc4LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a1F8FB78D-BCCA-4B2F-8D4F-15FB7D46231A&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="left" border="0" height="271" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Upon entering that door, I saw was an enormous wall.  There were thousands of people hung from their heads by hooks, with shackles that bound their hands to the wall.  We also saw many thousands of people standing in the midst of flames everywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We went in front of one of the flames and it started to go down slowly.  Soon I could see a person inside, and when he spoke, I could tell it was a man.  The man was wearing a priest's garments, which were totally filthy and shredded.  Worms were slithering inside and out, all over this man's body.  He looked charred and burnt by the fire.  His eyes were plucked out and his flesh was melting and falling to the ground.  But after the flesh would all fall off, it would grow back, and the whole process would resume.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When he saw Jesus he said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord have mercy on me, have mercy on me!  Please let me out of here just a moment!  Just a minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  On this man's chest was a metal plate that read, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here for robbery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Jesus came close, He asked the man, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  The man answered, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew, my name is Andrew, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord asked him, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How long you have been here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  Andrew answered, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been here for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The man began to tell his story.  He said he had the responsibility of collecting tithes and organizing monetary distribution to the poor in his Catholic church.  However, he would steal the money instead.  With eyes full of compassion, the Lord asked the man, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew, have you ever heard the gospel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  Andrew replied, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Lord, there was one Christian woman that went to the church and she preached the gospel once, but I didn't want to accept it.  I didn't want to believe it, but I believe it now!  Now I believe that this is real!  Please Lord take me out of here, at least just one moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As he was speaking, worms were crawling through his eye sockets, exiting his ears, and coming inside again through his mouth.  He tried to pull them off with his hands but it was impossible.  He was shouting horribly and kept begging God for mercy.  He kept asking Jesus to take him out of that place.  Even worse, there were demons tormenting him, constantly piercing him with their spears.  The demons looked just like one of the toy dolls that we have here on earth called "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Jordanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".  I saw those dolls in hell, but they were not dolls anymore; they were alive and demonic.  They were abut 3 feet tall and had very sharp teeth.  Blood came out of their mouths and their eyes were completely red.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They were stabbing Andrew with all their might, as well as all of those who were in these parts of hell.  When I observed this, I asked the Lord how was it possible for a doll on the earth, to look exactly like that demon.  The Lord told me that those were spirits of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we continued, we saw thousands of people in torment.  Whenever a soul saw the Lord, they tried to reach Him with their skinny hands.  I noticed a woman that started to shout when she saw Jesus.  She screamed, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord please have mercy on me!  Take me out of this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  She was suffering a lot and she extended her hands towards the Lord.  She kept begging Him to take her out of that place at least just one second.  She was totally naked and covered with mud.  Her hair was all dirty and worms were slithering up and down her body.  She tried to take them off with her hands, but every time she scraped some away they multiplied even more.  The worms were about 6-8 inches long.  The Word of the Lord says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%209:44;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Mark 9:44&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where their worm never ceases and the fire is not put out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was so terrible seeing this woman and hearing her cries as the worms voraciously ate her flesh.  There was a metal plate embedded in her chest that could not be destroyed by the flames.  It read, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here for fornication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  In the same manner of her sin, this woman was forced to fornicate in hell with a very disgusting and fat snake.  The snake had huge thorns around its body, about 6-8 inches long.  The snake penetrated her private parts and traveled up her body to her throat.  When the snake entered her, she started to scream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She begged the Lord more intensely to take her out of that place, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I am here for fornication, I have been here for 7 years, since I died from AIDS.  I had six lovers, and I am here for fornication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  In hell she had to repeat her sin over and over.  She had no rest day or night, suffering the same way all the time.  She tried to extend her hands toward the Lord, but the Lord just told her, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Blanca, it is too late for you.  Worms shall be your bed, and worms shall cover you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2014:11;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 14:11&lt;/a&gt;)  When the Lord said those words, a blanket of fire covered her, and I could no longer see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lake of Fire" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d0e999197-8a6e-43bc-a21d-f6d6279f7df1.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDg5LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a624861FF-4E9D-45AD-AAEC-2FF6DA2139D3&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="right" border="0" height="196" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We continued walking, seeing thousands and thousands of people.  There were young people, adults and elderly people suffering in torment.  We arrived in a place that looked like a big swimming pool of fire, with thousands of men and women inside of it.  Each of them had metal plate on their chest that read: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here for not giving tithes and offerings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  When I read that, I asked the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, how can this be possible, that people are here for this reason??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord responded, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, because these people thought that tithes and offerings were not important, when my Word shows it as a command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Malachi%203:8-9;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Malachi 3:8-9&lt;/a&gt; it says "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will a man rob God?  Yet you are robbing Me.  But you say, 'How have we robbed Thee?'  In tithes and offerings.  You are cursed with curse, for you are robbing Me, the whole nation of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord told me that when His people withhold their tithes, it hinders the work of the Lord, and then the Gospel is not preached.  People in this place suffered a thousand times worse than others, because they knew the Word of the Lord and disobeyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued walking and the Lord showed me a man. I could see from his waist to his head, and I started to have a vision of how he died.  His name was Rogelio.  He was in his car while a person got close to preach the gospel to him, and gave him a Bible.  But Rogelio ignored that person's warning and continued on his way, without knowing that a few minutes later his car would crash.  It fell into a precipice, and he soon died.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The moment he crashed, the Bible opened to &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%2021:8;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Revelation 21:8&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As for the cowardly, however, and the unbelieving, and the depraved, the murderers, the immoral, those practicing magic arts, and idolaters, and all liars- their lot is in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur.  This is the second death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  When Rogelio read this verse, he died and arrived in hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He had only been there one month and still had some flesh on his face.  However, he was suffering like everybody else.  At first, he did not know why he was in Hell.  I think when that Christian got close to his car, it was the only and last chance for him to accept the Lord Jesus.  The same way that many have had the opportunity to accept Him.  Today, I invite you to open your heart to Jesus; He alone is the way, the truth, the life. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014:6;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;John 14:6&lt;/a&gt;) Only through Him we can be saved into the Kingdom of Heaven.  (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%204:12;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Acts 4:12&lt;/a&gt;) The Lord also asks us to follow His ways in holiness and honor.  God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&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/8044122804128065324-5770684726802934540?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5770684726802934540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5770684726802934540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5770684726802934540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html' title='3rd Testimony (of Sandra)'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-5195882287387154691</id><published>2009-07-13T12:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:15:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Testimony (of Lupe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God bless you dear beloved brothers.  Let's read the Word of the Lord from &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2018:9;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Psalms 18:9&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;He bowed the heavens and came down; thick darkness was under His feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  When the Lord reached for my hand, I grabbed His hand and we started to descend down that tunnel.  The tunnel grew darker and darker to the point that I could not even see my other hand, that wasn't holding onto the Lord's hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly, we passed something dark and sparkling; which was making noise.  The darkness was so dense, your hand could not even find the walls of the tunnel.  Our descent was so fast, that I felt like my soul was separating from my body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soon I noticed a very rotten smell; like the smell of rotten flesh.  It was getting much worse each moment.  Then I heard the voices of millions and millions of souls. They were endlessly shouting, crying out and moaning.  I was so frightened that I turned to the Lord and said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord where are you taking me?  Lord have mercy on me!  Please have mercy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord only said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is necessary that you see this, so you can tell everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hell" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3de0432c7a-0ed4-495c-bcc6-f12e5a093fdc.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDI0LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a08EEE345-6084-40A6-9F84-DC19466D099F&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="left" border="0" height="196" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We continued down through this horn-shaped tunnel until we arrived at place that was entirely dark.  Like pulling a heavy curtain from my eyes, I then saw millions and millions of flames.  Even worse, I heard these agonizing screams but couldn't see anyone.  I was really scared.  I said to the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh please Lord have mercy on me!  Oh please Lord have mercy on me! Don't take me to this place!  Forgive me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  At this time, I didn't think that I was just a spectator in hell, I thought it was the day of reckoning.  Standing before the Lord Jesus, I was shaking violently because I really thought this was the end of my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We drew closer to a big flame ahead of us; it was huge and burning with fury.  I continued going down slowly, seeing multitudes of flames and hearing millions of souls crying with one voice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Table with bottles" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d39516c86-3f0d-4b1c-9a3b-9e5e231e369a.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDY3LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a8774BE87-4A9D-4786-9492-61F8A6BC3F12&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="right" border="0" height="249" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I saw a wooden table that was not being consumed by the fire.  It had what appeared like beer bottles on it.  These looked refreshing, but they were full of fire.  As I was looking at this, a man suddenly appeared.  His flesh was almost completely destroyed and what was left of his clothes were muddy and burning.  He had lost his eyes, mouth, and all his hair from the fire.  He could see me, even though he had no eyes.  I tell you it is the soul of a person that thinks, reasons and truly sees; not your natural body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The man extended his skinny hand towards the Lord and started to cry out, saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, have mercy on me!  Lord have mercy on me!  I am in pain!  I am burning!  Please have mercy and take me out of this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"   The Lord looked at him with pity, and I started to feel something warm in my hand.  I looked and it was blood...the blood of Jesus!  The Lord's blood came from His hand while He was watching this suffering man engulfed in flames.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then the man turned his gaze in the direction of the table and walked towards the bottles.  He grabbed a bottle but as he was about to drink from it, fire and smoke shot out of the bottle.  He put his head back and screamed like I have never heard before.  He cried with such great pain and sorrow and then started to drink what was in this bottle.  But the bottle was full of acid and his throat was totally destroyed by it.  You could see the acid passing through his stomach and hurting him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The number 666 was engraved on the forehead of this man.  On his chest was a plate made of some unknown metal which couldn't be destroyed, not even by the heat or the worms.  It has some letters written on it, but we could not understand them.  The Lord, in His great mercy, gave us an interpretation of what was written.  "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am here because I am a drunkard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  He begged the Lord for mercy, but the Word of God is very clear when it tell us in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%206:10;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;1 Corinthians 6:10&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;thieves, greedy people, drunks, slanderers, and robbers will not inherit the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord showed me this man's last moments on earth, just like a movie or film.  It was like a big television screen showing me his last seconds before death.  The man's name was Luis and he was in a bar drinking.  I saw the same table and the same bottles in that bar.  Around this table were his friends.  (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can tell you this now, there is only ONE TRUE FRIEND, and His name is JESUS CHRIST.  He is the faithful friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)  Luis was drinking and his friends were already drunk.  His best friend took a bottle, broke it and started stabbing Luis.  When he saw Luis lying on the floor he ran away, but Luis bled to death on the floor.  The saddest thing was that he died without the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the middle of all this, as all those souls in hell were crying out, I asked the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Lord, please tell me, did this man know about you?  Did he know about your salvation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord sadly replied, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Lupe, he knew about me.  He accepted me as his personal savior, but he did not serve me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  Then I felt even more fear.  Luis cried louder and shouted, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord this hurts!  This hurts!  Please have mercy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  He extended his hand again towards the Lord, but Jesus took my hand instead and we walked away from the flame.  The flames consuming Luis became more violent, and he cried louder, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have mercy on me!  Have mercy on me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  He was then lost in the flames.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued walking, this place was just so huge and scary!  We approached another flame and I said to the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, no!  Please I don't want to see anymore of this! I beg you to forgive me!  Please forgive me!  I don't want to see this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  So I closed my eyes, but it didn't matter, open or closed I still saw everything.  This flame started to go down slowly and I began to see a woman.  She was covered with mud, and the mud was full of worms.  She had very few hairs left, and she was caked with worm-infested mud.  She was consumed by worms all around and she shouted, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord have mercy on me!  Lord have mercy on me and forgive me!  Look at me!  This hurts!  Have mercy on me!  Take away these worms!  Take me out of this torment because it hurts so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord simply looked at her with great sorrow.  As we held His hand, we could feel the pain and sorrow in the Lord's heart for all the lost souls, eternally burning in the flames of hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This woman had no eyes or lips, but she could still see and feel; all the pain was just stronger.  She had a bottle in her hands, full of acid, but she believed it was perfume.  I could see that it was acid and every time she sprayed her body, it burned her.  Nevertheless, she still kept applying this acid on her body over and over.  She kept saying that it was an expensive perfume.  She also believed that she was wearing a beautiful necklace, but all I saw were serpents wrapped around her neck.  She believed that she was wearing very expensive bracelets, but I saw they were actually worms, about a foot long, furiously digging into her bones.  She said that her jewelry was all she had, but I saw scorpions and worms all over her body.  She had a metal plate, that everyone wears in hell. It read "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am here for robbery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This woman had no remorse for her sin.  The Lord asked her, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Magdalena, why are you in this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  She answered, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It didn't bother me to steal from others.  The only thing I cared about was having my jewelry and getting more expensive perfumes.  I didn't care who I robbed, as long as I looked good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I held onto Christ's hand as I saw the worms burrow through her entire body.  Magdalena turned around looking for something.  I asked the Lord once more, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, did this person know about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  And the Lord answered, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, this person knew me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Magdalena started to look around, saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord where is that woman who talked to me about You?  Where is she?  I have been in hell for 15 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  All people in hell can remember everything.  Magdalena kept asking, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is this woman?  I can't see her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  I knew her body could not turn around because her flesh remained in the same position.  She tried to turn and look into other flames, to find that woman who talked to her about God.  The Lord replied, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No!  No, Magdalena, she is not here.  That woman that told you about Me is with Me in the Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Upon hearing this, she threw herself down in the flames and which burned her even more.  Her metal plate condemned her as a thief.  I want you to read in the Word of the Lord in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%203:24;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 3:24&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It shall be, that instead of a sweet smell, there will be rottenness; instead of a girdle, a rope; instead of well-set hair, baldness; instead of a rich robe, a wrapping of sack-cloth; instead of beauty, &lt;u&gt;a branding mark&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we continued walking with the Lord, I saw a very big column filled with worms.  Around it was a slide made of red-hot metal.  On this column there was a brightly-lit billboard that could be seen from anywhere.  The Billboard read, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome all liars and gossipers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  At the end of the slide was a small boiling lagoon.  It looked like burning brimstone.  Then I saw a totally naked person coming down the slide.  As they slid, their skin would peel off and stick to the slide.  When they fell into the burning lagoon, their tongue expanded until it exploded and worms appeared in place of the tongue.  This began their torment.  The Word of God says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2073:18-19;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm 73:18-19&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely you did set them in slippery places: you cast them down into destruction.  How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After seeing this, we were taken back, out of Hell.  I just want to tell you that Heaven and Hell are even more real than this physical world that we know.  It is here where you decide what direction you want to go; to spend eternity with Jesus or to a burning hell.  The Lord kept saying to us, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without holiness no man will see me, without holiness no man will see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2012:14;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Hebrews 12:14&lt;/a&gt;) That is why I tell you the same thing now, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Without holiness you can not see the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&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/8044122804128065324-5195882287387154691?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5195882287387154691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5195882287387154691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5195882287387154691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html' title='2nd Testimony (of Lupe)'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4002578543535131456</id><published>2009-07-13T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:15:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2016:19;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 16:19&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a rich man that dressed in purple and fine linen, who enjoyed luxurious living every day.  In front of his gate a beggar named Lazarus was placed, covered with sores, and hungering to be fed crumbs that fell from the rich man's table.  Even the dogs came and licked his sores.&lt;br /&gt;The beggar died and was carried by the angels to Abraham's bosom.  The rich man also died and was buried, and while suffering tortures in hades, he looked up and from a distance saw Abraham with Lazarus in his bosom.  So he called out, Father Abraham, take pity on me and send Lazarus to dip his finger tip in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this fire.&lt;br /&gt;But Abraham said, Son, remember that you enjoyed the good things in your lifetime while Lazarus had the bad things; now he is being comforted here but you are suffering anguish.  Besides, there is a great chasm fixed between you and us, so that those who want to cross from here to you are unable; neither can they cross from your side to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Bible, the word of God, is very clear about the subject of heaven and hell.  In this portion that we have just read, the Lord tells us about two places: Heaven and Hell, the condemnation or the salvation.  There is no intermediate place.  Purgatory does not exist.  Limbo does not exist, where men exist for a while after they have departed from the Earth and then go to heaven; the Bible is very clear about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:green;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:green;" &gt;(April 11th 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God gave us a revelation that would change the trajectory of our lives.  We had just begun to know about God and His Word.  We are seven youth to whom God has given the privilege and great responsibility of sharing this revelation with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everything started about approximately 10:00 a.m.  We were praying and were prepared to go out on a picnic later on that day.  Suddenly around 10 am, a very powerful white light shone through one of the windows.  When the light appeared, all of us immediately started to speak in tongues and were baptized with the Holy Ghost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In that moment, all of us were astonished and fascinated with what we saw.  That glorious light was illuminating the entire room.  The light was much stronger than the light from the sun.  In the middle of the light, we saw a host of angels dressed in white.  These angels were so beautiful, tall, and very good looking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the middle of all those angels we saw something amazing -- the figure of a Man.  This image was a special being, a man who was dressed in a very white mantle and robes.  His hair was like gold threads.  We could not see His face because it was too brilliant.  However, we saw a golden belt around His chest, with gold lettering that said: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;King of Kings and Lord of Lords &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."  He was wearing pure gold sandals on His feet, and His beauty was without equal.  When we saw the presence of that Man, all of us fell to our knees.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then we started to hear His voice.  It was very special and wonderful; every word drilled into our hearts like a double-edged sword; just like it is written in the word of God (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%204:12;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Hebrews 4:12&lt;/a&gt;).  He spoke to us in very simple but powerful words.  We audibly heard Him say to us, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My little children, don't be afraid, I am Jesus of Nazareth, and I have visited you to show you a mystery so you can show and tell to towns, nations, cities, churches, and all places.  Where I tell you to go, you will go, and where I tell you not to go, you will not go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Holy Bible, the Word of God, says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Joel%202:28;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Joel 2:28&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It shall come to pass after this that I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh, your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  These are the times that God is preparing for everyone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then something strange happened, a rock appeared in the middle of the room, and the Lord, who was with us, made us get on that rock.  The rock was about eight inches above the floor, and a huge hole appeared in the floor.  It was a huge, black, terrifying hollow or cavern.  Soon, we fell on top of the rock and went down through the hollow in the floor.  It was dark and it lead us to the center of the earth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While we were in that gloomy darkness, we were so scared!  We were so afraid that we said to the Lord, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord we don't want to go to that place!  Don't take us to that place Lord!  Take us out of here Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord answered us with a very beautiful and compassionate voice, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This experience is necessary so you can see and tell others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We were in a horn-shaped tunnel, and we stared to see shadows, demons and figures that moved from one place to another.  We kept going deeper and deeper down.  In just a matter of seconds, we felt an emptiness and a great fear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We then arrived at some caverns; at some horrible doors, like a labyrinth.  We didn't want to go inside.  We noticed a terrible smell and a heat that choked us.  Once we entered, we saw terrible things, frightful images.  The entire place was engulfed in flames; and in the middle of these flames, there were bodies of thousands of people.  They were suffering in great torment.  The sight was so horrifying, we didn't want to see what was shown to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The place was divided into different sections of torment and suffering.  One of the first sections that the Lord allowed us to see was the "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valley of the Cauldrons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  as we called it.  There were millions of cauldrons.  The cauldrons were inlaid at the level of the ground; each of them was burning with lava inside.  Inside each one was the soul of a person who had died and gone to hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As soon as those souls saw the Lord, they started to shout and screamed, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, have mercy on us!  Lord give me a chance to get out of this place!  Lord, take me out and I will tell the world that this place is real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  But the Lord didn't even look at them.  There were millions of men, women and young people in that place.  We also saw homosexuals and drunkards in torment.  We saw all of these people shouting in such great torment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It shocked us to see how their bodies were destroyed.  Worms were coming in and out of their empty eye sockets, mouths, and ears; and were penetrating the skin all through their bodies.  This fulfills the word of God written in the book of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2066:24;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 66:24&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;They shall go forth; they shall gaze upon the dead bodies of those who have rebelled against Me; for their worm shall not die, nor shall their fire be quenched; they shall be an abhorrence to all mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Also in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%209:44;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Mark 9:44&lt;/a&gt;,"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where their worm never ceases and the fire is not put out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  We were just horrified at what we were watching.  We saw flames about 9 to 12 feet high.  Within each flame, there was the soul of a person that has died and went to hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="John Lennon" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3dce6e29f2-6ace-4f54-9ed1-cbc83172d04f.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDQ1LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253aDB410226-D62F-4BF5-B298-16C263FC23D2&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="right" border="0" height="257" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Lord allowed us to see a man who was inside of one of the cauldrons.  He was upside down and the flesh on his face was falling in pieces.  He remained watching the Lord intently; and then started to shout and call on the name of Jesus.  He said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord have mercy!  Lord give me a chance!  Lord take me out of this place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  But the Lord Jesus didn't want to look at him.  Jesus simply turned his back on him.  When Jesus did this, the man started to curse and blaspheme the Lord.  This man was John Lennon, the member of the satanic music group "The Beatles."  John Lennon was a man who mocked and made fun of the Lord during his life.  He said that the Christianity was going to disappear and Jesus Christ would be forgotten by everyone.  However, today this man is in hell and Jesus Christ is alive!!  Christianity hasn't disappeared either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we started to walk on the edges of that place, the souls extended their hands to us and begged for mercy.  They asked Jesus to take them out of there, but the Lord would never even look at them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then we started going through different sections. We came to the most terrible section of hell, where the worse torments happen; the center of hell.  The most concentrated forms of torment; such torments that a human being could never express them.  The only people here where those who knew Jesus and the Word of God.  There were pastors, evangelists, missionaries, and all types of people that had once accepted Jesus and knew the truth; but lived a double life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were also backsliders; their suffering was a thousand times worse than any one else.  They were shouting and begging the Lord for mercy, but the word of the Lord says in the book of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2010:26-27;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Hebrews 10:26-27&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;For if we go on sinning willfully after acquiring the knowledge of the truth, there is no longer left any sacrifice for sins, but some dreadful anticipation of judgment and of a fierce fire that is to devour those who oppose God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Those souls were there because they preached, fasted, sung and lifted their hands in the church but in the streets and homes they were in adultery, fornication, lying, robbery.  We can not lie to God.  The Bible says that he to whom much has been given much also will be required.  (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2012:48;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 12:48&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God then allowed us to see two women that had once been Christian sisters while on the earth, but they didn't live a righteous life before the Lord.  One said to the other, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cursed wretch!  It's your fault that I am in this place!  You didn't preach to me a holy gospel!  And because you didn't tell me about the truth, I am now here in hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  They would say these things to each other in the midst of the flames, and they hated each other because there is no love, mercy or forgiveness in hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were thousands of souls who had known the Word of God, but their lives weren't clean before the holy presence of the Lord. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You cannot play with God or with the flames of the hell either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" the Lord said.  He also told us, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My sons, all the suffering on the earth concentrated in just one place is nothing, NOTHING compared with the suffering that a person has in the best parts of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  If it is that terrible for those who suffer least in hell, how much worse must it be for those in the center of hell, who once knew the Word of the Lord and walked away from it.  Then the Lord told us that we that we could play with the fire on the earth, but never with the fire in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We continued walking through different places and the Lord showed us many different people.  We could see that all the people there had approximately six different type of torments.  There were souls tormented by demons with all types of punishments.  Another terrible punishment was their own conscience saying , "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember when they preached to you, remember when you heard the Word of God, remember when they told you about hell and you laughed about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  Their own consciences tormented them; just like the worms that crossed all over their bodies, like the consuming fire that was thousands and thousands times more hotter than we know.  This was the reward that the devil has for all those who seek him and follow him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Word of the Lord says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%2021:8;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Revelation 21:8&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As for the cowardly, however, and the unbelieving, and the fearful, the murderers, the immoral, those practicing magic arts, and idolaters, and all liars- their lot is in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur.  This is the second death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Next, the Lord showed us a man that had murdered six people.  These six people now surrounded him, and were shouting at him saying, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is your fault that we are all in this place, YOUR FAULT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The murderer tried to cover his ears because he didn't want to listen to them, but he could not avoid listening since in hell all your senses are much more sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Souls in that place were tormented with an intolerable thirst for water that can not be satisfied in any way; like the Bible story of Lazarus and the rich man. (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2016:19;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 16:19&lt;/a&gt;) The rich man in Hell wanted only one single drop of water, that would have been enough.  The Word of the Lord says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2034:9;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 34:9&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The streams of Edom shall be turned into pitch and her soil into brimstone; her land shall become burning pitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fruit Tree of fire" src="http://sn101w.snt101.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.7/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d86112787-5d7a-4707-bbef-35955eb11e03.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDU2LmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a58F8F346-B0E2-40AF-AA33-39A351012FB6&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.0.8&amp;amp;d=d3301&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_9730c93fcd4617976cbc3ae565fe9f8842ac5eae9be6e955bb504e9c60cc0058" align="right" border="0" height="260" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In that place, every souls was in the middle of the fire.  People saw mirages of crystal-clear rivers in the middle of the fire; but when they tried to reach them, the rivers turned into fire.  They also saw trees with fruit that gave out water; but when they tried to take them, they burned their hands and demons would ridiculed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then God took us to a place much worse than the other places that we had seen.  We saw the lake of fire and brimstone.  On one side of that lake there was a smaller lake.  In that smaller lake, there were millions and millions and millions of souls crying and begging the Lord to have mercy on them.  They said to Him, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord please!  Take us out of here at least just a little moment!  Please give me the chance to go out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  However, the Lord could not do anything for them because their judgment was already set.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Among those millions and millions of people, the Lord allowed us to focus on one man whose body was half-way submerged in the lake of fire.  The Lord let us understand and know his thoughts.  The name of that man was Mark.  We were amazed by the things this man said to himself, in his thoughts.  We learned an eternal lesson when we heard the following thoughts, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would give anything to be in your place now!  I would give anything to go back to the earth just for one minute.  I wouldn't care if I were the most miserable, most sick, most hated, or the poorest man in the world, I would give anything to go back!  Just for one minute on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  The Lord Jesus was holding my hand.  Jesus replied to Mark's thoughts saying, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark, why would you like to come back to the earth even for just one single minute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"  With a crying and tormented voice, he told Jesus, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord!  I would give anything to go back to the earth just for one single minute simply to repent and be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the Lord heard what Mark had said, I saw blood come from Jesus' wounds and tears filled His eyes as He said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark, it is too late for you!  Worms are set for your bed and worms will cover you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2014:11;&amp;amp;version=31" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 14:11&lt;/a&gt;) When the Lord said this to him, he sank in the lake forever.  Sadly, all those souls have no more hope.  Only we on Earth have the chance to repent today and go to Heaven with our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I now leave you with my sister to continue this testimony, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-testimony-of-lupe.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-testimony-of-sandra.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-testimony.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-testimony.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  │ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-testimony.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4002578543535131456?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4002578543535131456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4002578543535131456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4002578543535131456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-testimony.html' title='1st Testimony'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4597457274383687004</id><published>2009-06-08T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:41:39.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, never cry on spilt milk!</title><content type='html'>"When life gives you lemons, never cry on spilt milk."&lt;br /&gt;-Blah Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 190px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2100/2399684576_c576b001d3.jpg?v=0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 139px; height: 185px;" src="http://adozeneggs.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/glass-of-milk2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) When life gives you apples, make apple juice!&lt;br /&gt;-Use what you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Never cry on spilt milk&lt;br /&gt;-Indeed, regrets are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHYE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go out of your porch to get the milk that is freshly delivered right on your doorstep daily, and suddenly you hear a truck, full of lemons along your neighbourhood giving away free lemons! You kicked the milk and spilt it just to chase after the lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to town to pick up some milk and see lemons, again for free. You'll drop the milk to pick up the lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because lemons are just so great! Milk gives you calcium and stuff, but Lemons give you a way better stuff. Well, In my opinion. Lemons has this tropical taste that you'll never get from the milk. It's natural and it's more expensive than milk, for sure, I guess(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to our lives. For me, Lemons are just special fruits that I long. The special fruit that I want but I can't have it everyday, whereas Milk is like the thing that nourishes me and I drink it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God gave you a new opportunity, weigh things! Well, when something's better, you'll give up the lesser better for the better better one, of course. (I know, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let go of this thing that could be very great for me, like awards and a valedictory place, perhaps? I have to give it up. It is God's will, and He know my desire for the lemons. The lemons that I long wanted. For He gaved me the milk to be nourished enough before I go to the next phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHW;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll be doing. I will be walking with God. He'll never forsake me, for He set up the Land He has promised me when He placed me back to a place so I'll be able to get to know Him more and to be able to experience what life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is awesome. No any other prep could be more popular as Him or any jock to be cooler than my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss what I'll give up, but I know it's for a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4597457274383687004?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4597457274383687004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons-never-cry-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4597457274383687004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4597457274383687004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons-never-cry-on.html' title='When life gives you lemons, never cry on spilt milk!'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6401577907421954074</id><published>2009-05-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:24:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Post - Is Davao defying the impact of the global downturn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;Trading Post - Is Davao defying the impact of the global downturn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 18 May 2009 01:46 &lt;br /&gt;by Aurelio A. Peña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU”RE commuting daily from Lanang to Bajada and back, along the long stretch of J.P. Laurel Avenue, you’ll get the impression that this bustling southern city of Davao seems to be defying the full impact of the global downturn.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this? Deep beneath my skin, I can feel the vibrance, the breathless anticipation and the excitement of how Davao’s future will look like five to ten years from now. It’s all there before your eyes when you take a commuter jeepney along Bajada to Lanang. Philippine investors are investing millions in this city right in the middle of the global crisis!&lt;br /&gt;You can see and feel the frenzy in the ongoing construction of the Abreeza shopping mall and property development joint project of Anflo Management and the Makati-based Ayala Land at the bend of the Bajada highway in front of the Redemptorist Church.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the clearing going on by the SM Property Development group at the former Lanang golf course, hidden by the thick shrubs and foliage of lush trees near Damosa -- which, by the way, has its own, new shopping center called “The Gateway”.&lt;br /&gt;If Damosa feels threatened by another big SM shopping mall along Lanang, right at its doorsteps, tree-lovers like me also feel threatened that the beautiful greenery at that former golf course in Lanang will all be gone. You can’t stop progress when Henry Sy’s architects and construction people will swoop and cut down all the trees, bulldoze all that beautiful grass and turn that huge tree-shaded area into a concrete jungle.&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve gone to all the SM shopping malls in Makati, Manila, Mandaluyong, Pasay, Cebu, etc, etc, that’s how all SM malls look like: a giant monolith of grey concrete with huge areas of cemented parking areas. All grey, no green spaces.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no one knows yet whether the new SM shopping mall in Lanang might turn out to be a totally new design that will finally respect fully-grown trees to the point of preserving them and protecting them right where they are, even if the mall structure itself will still emerge as the usual block of grey monolith.&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, I’m still crossing my fingers on the Abreeza mall project of Anflo and Ayala group.whether or not they’ll turn out another commercial building that refuses to blend with the environment. I cannot deny that I’m impressed by the Ayala Center project in Cebu where the mall has a beautiful park with lots of trees and a big lagoon that makes it such a nice place to relax on Sundays. You can see lovers seated under the trees beside the lagoon, whole families having a picnic in the shade and some, just reading books and listening to birds with nests up in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;The new opening of Robinson’s Cyberspace shopping center along Bajada the other week didn’t generate the kind of excitement whenever an Ayala mall or an SM mall opens in any major city of the country. And it didn’t care less about preserving trees because that area was already barren when they constructed that small building, dedicated it seems, to provide more renting spaces to call centers and other ICT companies now mushrooming all over this city.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, that’s also the same reason the Anflo-Ayala group and SM are jumping into the cyber space ventures because more and more call centers and ICT’s are set to invest millions in Davao City in the next three to five years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even with all these hundreds of millions of pesos in investments now pouring into Davao City for all these malls and ICT buildings, we’ve not given up wishing that these guys who are building all these structures will try to blend them with the cool, green environment of this southern city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6401577907421954074?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6401577907421954074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/trading-post-is-davao-defying-impact-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6401577907421954074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6401577907421954074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/trading-post-is-davao-defying-impact-of.html' title='Trading Post - Is Davao defying the impact of the global downturn?'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6437303482237546508</id><published>2009-05-19T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:23:58.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dozen Ugliest and Lamest Cellphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msn.com/"&gt;by MSN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12 Cell Phones We Love to Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cell phones really look great, but are impossible to use. Other cell phones have cool features, but are ugly ducklings. Then there are those rare mobile monstrosities that fail at both looks and usability. Some have pricing issues as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be fair, many cell phone makers fail when they are too ambitious, adding cutting-edge features way before their time or taking a design risk. Without &lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/146101/top_10_google_flubs_flops_and_failures.html?tk=rel_news"&gt;these noble failures&lt;/a&gt;, perhaps no &lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/id,150923/article.html?tk=rel_news"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt; would ever have been possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phones in our dirty dozen list all suffer from either design flaws or functionality failures, or both. While we hope you never get stuck with one of these stinkers, we also hope these phones have contributed to the greater good of the mobile world by letting handset makers learn from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; -- By Daniel Ionescu, PC World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to see the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tech.msn.com/products/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=19562557&amp;amp;imageindex=1"&gt;THE HALL OF SHAME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6437303482237546508?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6437303482237546508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-dozen-ugliest-and-lamest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6437303482237546508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6437303482237546508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-dozen-ugliest-and-lamest.html' title='Dirty Dozen Ugliest and Lamest Cellphones'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4964229285043253884</id><published>2009-05-18T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:55:51.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Names</title><content type='html'>In the Philippines, all Filipinos, Spaniards, and Americans follow the conventional American form: First name-Middle name-Surname. For persons of legitimate descent, the mother's surname becomes the legal middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all Filipinos have either English or Spanish names, and a majority of them also have a Filipino nickname. For example, a man named Rafael (Spanish) would be given a Filipino nickname of Paeng, coming from a local rendering of the last two syllables of Rafael. In more formal occasions, Filipinos use the American surname first type. For example, a Filipino named John Gomez Gonzales would render his name (in formal occasions) as Gonzales, John Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many modern-day Chinese Filipinos have traditional names with one syllable like Lim, Tan, Sy, and so on. However, early Chinese Filipino families took on the complete name of their patriarch, thus their names had three syllables. These are truly Filipino surnames and don't exist anywhere else in the world. Their names were transcribed using Spanish orthography in effect during the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering why so many names end in -co and -ko, it is because co was a title of respect given to someone like an elder, or an older brother. However, Co was also a valid name so that it would be hard to say whether the "Co" in the name was part of the original Chinese name or was an honorific. Generally speaking, if it is at the end it would have been an honorific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of this is Cojuangco. Their patriarch was Co Chi Kuan, who was addressed respectfully as Co Kuan Co (one given name dropped). Co Kuan Co eventually became Cojuangco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new generation of Chinese have English names, but there are still members of the older generation living bearing completely Chinese names and also having an English nickname. For example, a man named Go Sun Tiak can also write his name as David Go (if he likes), or even as David Go Sun Tiak. Many of the Chinese also have double Spanish names, so, some Chinese people can have a name as Vicente Fernando Tan Gi Hieng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog Surnames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are truly unique Native Tagalog and Filipino Chinese surnames and &lt;b&gt;don't exist anywhere else in the world&lt;/b&gt;. Alimboyugen, Abulog, Ahkiong, Bakekang, Butil, Cojuangco, Chincuanco, Chuchu, Cuyegkeng, Dysangco, Gosiengfiao, Dinguinbayan, Dyquiangco, Ipinasok, Kalawakan, Kanaway, Kaunlaran, Lao-lao, Magday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marapao&lt;/span&gt;, Matapang, Makisig, Malaki, Maputi, Maitim, Maliit, Masipag, Matiyaga, MaNgSinco, Lanta, Limcangco, Loshang, Luansing, Ongpauco, Pinagbuklod, Pinagpala, Sese, Sinagtala, Songcuya, Sipsip, Siapuatco, Simangan, Simsuangco, Sytengco, Talong, Tiaoqui, Tanhehco, Tansiongco, Quisumbing, Quindipan, Quibuyen, Uytengsu, Yengko, Yaptinchay, and Yapchulay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and Derived surnames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Chinese Filipinos today have surnames like Ancheta, Co, Go, Chua, Yee, Tan, Cue, Ku, Cheng, Lee, Sy, Chan, Yap, and Tiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Derived Surnames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of Spanish surnames are Orante (which means prayer), Escribano (notary), Santos, Desiderio, Sanarez, Ponferrada, del Rosario, Cervantes, Vejerano, Fontanilla, Magallanes, Alcante, Alcantara, Barcelona, Concepcion, Canencia, and Bernal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Derived Surnames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unusual American surname in the Philippines is Doughman. Other examples are Grossman, Dimian, and Sweeney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babynamesworld.com/category-filipino-names.html"&gt;Baby Names World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4964229285043253884?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4964229285043253884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/filipino-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4964229285043253884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4964229285043253884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/filipino-names.html' title='Filipino Names'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4078840358416576160</id><published>2009-05-18T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:42:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Davao, Sir!</title><content type='html'>Monday, May 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;Tabije: This is Davao, Sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ismael D. Tabije&lt;br /&gt;Monday Notions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A FEW years ago when I was still stationed as UN Consultant in Timor Leste (formerly East Timor), I came home for a vacation. The air route I took was Dili (Timor-Leste)-Bali (Indonesia)-Singapore-Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Singapore about noon time but had to stay overnight there to wait for my connecting flight to Davao the following day. After lunch, I went to a department store to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking around, I stopped to marvel at a store displaying very beautifully tailored suits. The Singaporean haberdasher approached me and engaged in sales talk. I told him that it is not possible for me to have a suit ordered as I was leaving the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer shocked me, "Don't worry, sir, we can finish your suit tonight. We'll deliver it to your hotel at 8 p.m." That was then 2 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" was my incredulous reply. I knew for a fact that a suit ordered in the Philippines takes two weeks, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, sir, this is Singapore. We do what we say. And, if by any chance we can't finish it before you depart, we will send it by air freight to anywhere in the world, free of charge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "boastful" claim really piqued my curiosity. I was forced to take up his offer even if it was a bit pricey. "Tingnan nga natin ang yabang mo," I murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the cloth to be used and ordered a coat, two pants and one long sleeved shirt. At 2:30 p.m., we were done with my measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 p.m., I got a call in my hotel room apologizing for some delays. They promised to be done by 10 p.m. I started to doubt. 10 p.m. came and still no delivery. More doubts. Then at 10:10 p.m. it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still doubtful, I checked the suit thoroughly just in case they delivered a previously-sewn suit. When I confirmed that it was exactly the textiles I chose and the fit was perfect I was absolutely bowled over by the fact that they did a complete suit with an extra pair of pants in just 10 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I telling you this story? Because I love the haberdasher's catch phrase, "This is Singapore, sir." It shows a lot of nationalistic pride borne out of confidence that they can do what they promise. It explains succinctly why Singapore has progressed tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the City Government and the concerned national agencies, e.g., Department of Tourism (DOT), can start a campaign with a slogan, "This is Davao, sir!" The objective is to make the Dabawenyos prouder of their place and work harder to improve its image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me drive home the point a bit further via a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, a friend from Manila narrated a story to our group. She said she took a taxi from her hotel to our office. The taximeter showed P56. When she gave P60, he was totally surprised that the driver promptly gave him a change of P4. Never in Manila. "This is Davao, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one of those in the group, also from Manila, shared that his experience is even more "unbelievable". He took a taxi and the meter showed P84. When he gave P100, the driver apologized that he had no change and requested for an exact fare. My friend told the driver that his loose change is only P80. The driver said it's okay, took the P80, and cheerily drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pambihira, ako pa ang nabigyan ng tip," was my friend's comment, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is Davao, Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;The campaign can be expanded to trumpet the relative peace and order condition of Davao that allows the people to roam the streets even at night, the people's friendliness, the cleaner air, the lesser traffic, the convenient access to world-class beach and mountain resorts and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is &lt;a href="http://www.davaotourism.com/"&gt;Davao&lt;/a&gt;, Sir!"&lt;/span&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/8044122804128065324-4078840358416576160?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4078840358416576160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-davao-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4078840358416576160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4078840358416576160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-davao-sir.html' title='This is Davao, Sir!'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6324458885676708993</id><published>2009-05-18T14:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:23:09.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop 'til you get hit.</title><content type='html'>Gaisano Mall of Davao&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest Mall in Mindanao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIERCE &amp;amp; STUNNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We patronize them even though we've walked around this mall a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;"Never gets old."&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad they are giving us something new to like them even better.&lt;br /&gt;Practically, everything's here! From a small tiangee to a high-end shop(?) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They are currently too busy polishing the factory-type mall to a sophisticated and classy shopping centre! The ceilings and lightings are way WAY! and the toilets are huge improvements. The tiles are still the life-threatening slippery ceramics(?) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But basically, Gaisano Mall is the best in Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, G in GMALLstands for Great. Great shopping, great dining, great malling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have a good pedestrian system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall-goers risk their lives just to get in this establishment! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/ShEIPbSOnQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QAQ3sAAX2Bs/s1600-h/Bajada+Cor+Sta+Ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/ShEIPbSOnQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QAQ3sAAX2Bs/s320/Bajada+Cor+Sta+Ana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337056094526020866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, as you can see, the apple green part is where you could disembark from a vehicle LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, the one on the lower left is the most common for people who rides from the North-side to the mall, they tend to clog up this part of the street and they just cross the street like crazy frogs. Then after that, they'll pass the lakes of dirty water beside the sidewalk stores and after, risk their life for another frog cross the street to the mall, finally. Opps, not yet. If you're going to the Main Atrium entrace, be in risk again to be hit by a car going to the parking building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMALL! Do something!!!&lt;br /&gt;here, the pedestrians/skybridges are on red. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/ShEJkWSjmeI/AAAAAAAAADA/fY45Xkh_VqA/s1600-h/Bajada+Cor+Sta+Ana+Pedestrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/ShEJkWSjmeI/AAAAAAAAADA/fY45Xkh_VqA/s320/Bajada+Cor+Sta+Ana+Pedestrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337057553474099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps, THIS.&lt;br /&gt;At least a good pedestrian system or a 'skybridge' (LMFAO).&lt;br /&gt;And if you're planning for the Annex on the adjacent space, better get started. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the vital facilities we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just crossing to GMall, Are there any deaths or injuries recorded?&lt;br /&gt;Better safe, than sarrreee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6324458885676708993?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6324458885676708993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gmall-expansion.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6324458885676708993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6324458885676708993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gmall-expansion.html' title='Shop &apos;til you get hit.'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/ShEIPbSOnQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QAQ3sAAX2Bs/s72-c/Bajada+Cor+Sta+Ana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-1245001909855737405</id><published>2009-05-18T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:25:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days = Party days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hard rains are here and little tragedies are bound to follow. In Partylandia, there is a premium on sunny days and warm nights, because they can affect a partyphile’s mood, or worse, the mood of his/her party. However, instead of trying to work your way around the weather, why not make it the theme of your next house party?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since the rains have come, why not host an event to welcome the rainy season? This is not only a unique way to throw a house party, but this will also leave you feeling warm and fuzzy ‘til the wee hours of the morning. Here’s how:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ambience: When it rains and pours, one wants nothing more than to cuddle up with some plush pillows or curl up in a soft chair. So for this type of party, plastic chairs and tables won’t work. Instead, bring out all your mattresses, lay them out on the floor, and cover them with a plush bed cover, some fluffy pillows and blankets. Fill your sofa with fluffy pillows as well to add to the effect. Also, to take the cuddling to an all new level, try using soft textures like pure cotton, fleece, or velvet. Silk and satin sheets and beddings won’t work here because they feel hot and stick to the skin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think of more relaxing colors like dark neutrals. I would suggest an all chocolate brown theme. To add interest, keep the pillows and blankets lighter. Do not turn any white light on, it does nothing for the complexion, plus it reminds people of kitchens, hospitals, and offices; not relaxing havens of pure bliss. Keep the lights dim and at a minimum, you would want people to relax and feel at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Food: When rainy days come people often crave for a heaping bowl of hot soup. Serve up the traditional Arroz Caldo, Tinola, Chicken Soup or create your own ham chowder. If you want to serve something more unique, try downloading a Minestrone recipe; this is not only a very healthy soup, but is also quite addictive. Your guests will surely ask for more. Serve your soup with some toasted bread, baguettes or crackers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drinks: Serve up some hot traditional drinks with a twist. Why not try serving some apple cider tea topped with whipped cream? How about some coffee spiked with kahlua, or some hot choco spiked with Bailey’s Cream? You could also serve some salabat, regular hot choco made from tablea or cocoa powder, freshly brewed coffee or tea. And for the kiddies, serve up some hot milk with their choice of chocolate or strawberry syrup, top with whipped cream and sprinkle to give it a festive touch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Games: I usually suggest games you fun and crazy games you could play, but for this party, I suggest you play something mellower. Try playing classic games like Scrabble, the seemingly never-ending game of Monopoly, Chekers, Chess, and Games of the Generals; or try some Poker or Mah Jong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music: You could choose to play some somber songs like Dido’s Thank You, which actually has optimistic lyrics but a very sad sound to it, Nina’s Someday or Sarah Machlachlan’s Angel. You could also opt to play some fun and Summery songs to help you forget about the rainy days like Solange Knowles’ Sandcastle Disco, Lionel Richie’s Just Go, Corrine Bailey Rae’s Put Your Records On, or any Bob Marley Song.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope you enjoy your rainy day party; grab some comfortable clothes, plush blankets, and a cuddly partner (live or stuffed). And remember to prepare everything before the guests arrive so you won’t be stressing yourself out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://confessionsofapartyphile.blogspot.com"&gt;Partyphile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-1245001909855737405?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1245001909855737405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days-party-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1245001909855737405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1245001909855737405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days-party-days.html' title='Rainy days = Party days?'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4520910741355976200</id><published>2009-05-12T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:58:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on a Bicultural Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i411.photobucket.com/albums/pp194/nicolekcnw/BiCulturalMarriage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can a biracial couple navigate the many conflicts of their cultures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon while in Chinatown, my family and I stopped to eat at a restaurant. Once seated, I looked around and noticed the patrons and staff were all Asian. I looked down at my place setting and saw only chopsticks, no silverware. Turning to my husband, I remarked, “This must be a good place, we’re the only White people in here.” My husband replied with a grin, “No, You are the only White person in here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is evident from the above exchange, I sometimes forget that I am a minority in my own family. I am a Caucasian married to a first generation Filipino American, which makes my children biracial. By calling my family “White”, I wasn’t referring to their skin color. My husband and children have darker skin than I and, at least racially, they would not fit the “White” category. Instead, I meant our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is so Americanized that he has been told by other Filipinos that he is “not really Filipino.” In fact, he doesn’t understand or feel comfortable with many of his parents’ customs. Many years into an interracial marriage, and three children later, I’ve discovered that the issues arising in my Asian/Caucasian union are not about race or color, but about conflicts of culture. Because my husband is culturally more American than Asian, the differences only become evident when we are with his parents and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I once called one of his aunts by her first name, without first using the proper title of “Aunt”. Her look of dismay was my only clue that I had done something wrong, although I didn’t know exactly what. I later thought about the incident and remembered a time when another relative had acted in the same manner when I had called my own uncle by his first name. An Asian friend later explained that calling a relative by their first name was considered the height of disrespect. When asked, my husband said that he had not ever thought to tell me because, for him, it was second nature to use a title when addressing a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue was how to address my in-laws. I had always called them by their first names, as is the American custom. I found out, after more than a decade of being married, that not only was I was expected to call them “Mom” and “Dad”, but that they had been seething over this lack of courtesy for years. Apparently, I had even humiliated them in front of their friends by using their first names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered my mistake, I was upset and dismayed. From my perspective, it would have been disrespectful to call them “Mom” and “Dad” without an invitation; from their viewpoint, I was being deliberately disrespectful by not using the endearments. The sad thing is that no one ever brought the issue to my attention. Had they explained this to me, I would have certainly complied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my experiences seem to be mirrored by friends who are also in Asian/Caucasian marriages, I’m starting to think that lack of communication is a part of the culture. These things just aren’t discussed. A Chinese friend, who is married to a Caucasian, once explained, “If you were to ask them what was wrong, they would say everything was fine, they wouldn’t tell you what was bothering them. My husband just doesn’t address anybody in my family by name, so that he doesn’t make a mistake.” I wish I had thought of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is another source of conflict. When my husband’s family visits our home, I cook because I consider it rude for guests to have to make their own food. However, I wouldn’t dare try to cook Filipino food, even though I love it! As a result, they get my American-style food. Even though I always ask their opinion on what I should make, and I try my best to find dishes that will appeal to them, it doesn’t always go well. The rice isn’t the right type or isn’t cooked properly. They balk at unfamiliar foods. I find it frustrating that I’m expected to try bitter melon and blood pudding, but lasagna is enough to send them running for the nearest Chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, cultures can clash over something as simple as an adjective. When my husband’s aunt once called my five-year-old daughter sexy, I was offended by the application of that very adult term to my little girl. It wasn’t until I noticed other relatives calling her dress sexy, a book sexy, a pair of shoes sexy - throwing around the word with such abandon - that I finally realized it must not have the same connotation in their culture. My best guess is that they thought the word meant cute or pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as I reflected upon my strong, emotional response to the situation, I wondered if maybe this is how they feel when I do something against the grain of their culture. Maybe their response to my using their first names is just as visceral - and even, perhaps, subconscious. I wish now I had brought it up for discussion. Maybe we could have shared a laugh over the misunderstanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many rifts and hurt feelings have occurred over the years on both sides of the family, simply due to lack of communication and understanding. I wish they would tell me the rules. I would be happy to follow them if I knew what they were. I’ve grown tired of feeling like I flunked a test for which I was given no study guide. Although I do believe that my Filipino relatives love me and my children, will this White girl ever truly be accepted? I really don’t know, but I’m going to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://colorsnw.com/colors/2009/05/10/reflections-on-a-bicultural-family/"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;by T.A. Leonard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4520910741355976200?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4520910741355976200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflections-on-bicultural-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4520910741355976200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4520910741355976200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflections-on-bicultural-family.html' title='Reflections on a Bicultural Family'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4794275756925928589</id><published>2009-05-06T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:41:29.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgEUu2wgnyI/AAAAAAAAACw/NvFCJWCY6OE/s1600-h/1_257404584l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgEUu2wgnyI/AAAAAAAAACw/NvFCJWCY6OE/s320/1_257404584l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332566228988895010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My VFF is departing today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss her alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYYALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've learned something about each other pa today! Ahahaha, diba? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ENGAGED! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. Speaking of FACEBOOK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their quizzes are like so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, taking an exam that you answered correctly and you'll have a result as F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Facebook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4794275756925928589?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4794275756925928589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4794275756925928589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4794275756925928589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgEUu2wgnyI/AAAAAAAAACw/NvFCJWCY6OE/s72-c/1_257404584l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-5724713055859421734</id><published>2009-05-06T07:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:53:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth of the Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recession. Global Crisis. Failing Economies. Job Shortage. Poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://confessionsofapartyphile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Partyphile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have been hearing much of these words lately. The problems of the world’s economies are all over the news; they are the topic of almost everyone’s conversations and they have now been accepted as a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the younger generation, my generation, doesn’t know much about these words. Basically, we know that the economies of the world are not doing great; even the highly industrialized countries are now feeling the crunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not know if there really is a global crisis, or if we should accept this as a fact. And even though it has been scattered in every news channel, in every newspaper, and in every important website, we still don’t understand it. Honestly, we kids haven’t felt the crunch yet. We have yet to feel the effects of the so-called global crisis first-hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people we associate with the global crisis are the Americans we see crying on TV for not being able to pay rent; for being laid off of their jobs; for not having enough to eat; for not having enough money to put their kids through college; or for not being able to pay for a decent home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And although these scenes are heart-breaking, they are as common as Buko Pie in the Philippines. I mean, this isn’t something new. Long before I was born, this has been the plight of, my fellow Filipinos. And just because Americans are now going through these problems as well, they are suddenly worthy causes to panic and be alarmed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More importantly, these scenes pale in comparison with the latest episodes of the even more dramatic American Idol, or Gossip Girl. Adults always blame us kids for not caring too much, but can you really expect us to care about something we can’t relate with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While Americans on the opposite side of the world complain about these problems that we Filipinos now consider part of our culture, here we are trying to convince ourselves that there is a crisis for the sole reason of pretending to be informed and in tune with current events. Which leads us to question: have we always been living in crisis, and not know it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the cries of these Americans we see on TV are familiar. Too familiar in fact, we kids don’t even find it reason enough to care. What we want is plain and simple: basically, we just want to when we are going to feel the crunch and how we are going to feel the effects of this crisis, because last time we checked, we still had money to go out partying, we still had money to buy the latest “it” gadget, we still had money to spend on gourmet coffee; and we still had the money to stay beautiful (gosh, even my labandera sports manicured and polished nails).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I want to say is: we are not an informed lot. And this is a very sad fact, considering that we have become global as a generation. Our generation has become more in-tune with the rest of the world, we have succumbed to globalization in media, entertainment, technology and in other facets of life.We know more about the latest fashions and the latest widgets on Facebook than we do about this crisis. And you can’t really blame us kids. Nobody has tried reaching out to us to explain what is happening around the world, nobody has tried to break these terms down to help us understand what is happening around the world and if there is even reason to be alarmed. There is nothing to help us understand these ideas in terms we could actually understand and relate with. Right now, all we want is information; digestible, understandable, practical information to help us understand what is actually going on. Sadly, we have nothing of the sort, thus we have to rely on guesses, mere hunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe it is better for us to keep guessing. Maybe it is better for us not to know. Maybe it is better for us to be clueless about the economy. Maybe we just don’t care. Maybe we just don’t want to know. After all, information, though hard to digest, is just a click away. Maybe we have made youth an excuse to not care about these stuff because maybe we do not have to think about them. Maybe we have deemed it irrelevant to know how poor we are. Maybe it is better for us to not know so that (unlike people from highly industrialized countries who hoard and save and keep their money) we won’t change our spending patters, thus keeping the money, finances and assets rolling inside the country, which could probably keep the economy afloat. Or maybe that is just some ridiculous idea we have heard through he grapevine which we use to impress people on our knowledge about the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can have a million and one guesses, but the truth remains that, the youth sector is misinformed and almost even clueless about the topic at hand. And maybe, just maybe, we would start to care once we know enough about this crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But who am I to know? I am just some ignorant brat who knows absolutely nothing about the economy, and has enough time on his hands to start writing about his generation’s depressing cluelessnes on the factors that affect the way we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-5724713055859421734?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5724713055859421734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/youth-of-nation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5724713055859421734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5724713055859421734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/youth-of-nation.html' title='Youth of the Nation'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-2198639663617641637</id><published>2009-05-05T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:07:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAP Farm</title><content type='html'>It is preserved. In my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/44/4594484/1_939996252l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back to the Sunday Family Getaway place for almost 10++ Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks that Kublai was probably a student then, and crappy statues were erected there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a weird crying statue of a Saint there too, covering a door, we called her, San Rio :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of the Land of Promise, it is a good place to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw for the first time, the cow was pissing! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cave is still in good-condition, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conferencia&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multos&lt;/span&gt; were quite odd, but it was fun. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their swimming pool could match any resorts in the city, but no one's dipping, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP Farm probably lack advertisement and was forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna have a blast to the past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just along Diversion Road, it is a good walk from Outland Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only P25/head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could walk back to the Diversion-Ma-a Junction, just needs a good talk and you'll be there soon. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/44/4594484/1_340144465l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyclops of the Cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-2198639663617641637?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2198639663617641637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gap-farm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2198639663617641637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2198639663617641637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gap-farm.html' title='GAP Farm'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7929860800397362145</id><published>2009-05-05T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:32:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timezone</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone has been here, and probably played the games we enjoyed. Did you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Maniax is a fun game, to boost your dancing skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Para-dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, House of the Dead 2 in a awesome car-like arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kudos Timezone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate their +2 for Papercards. T_x" But they got a good strategy with the card + credit thing. I think they got it from the Aussie Arcades, like the one in Beachouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-7929860800397362145?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7929860800397362145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/timezone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7929860800397362145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7929860800397362145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/timezone.html' title='Timezone'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-1779479364546835841</id><published>2009-05-05T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:55:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VFF!</title><content type='html'>Meet my VFF (Vampire Friends Forever):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/92/55/103035529/1_337783352m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/92/55/103035529/1_337783352m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krizelle Lakshmi R. Plang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"im not a &lt;b&gt;girly girl&lt;/b&gt;, nor am i a &lt;i&gt;tomgirl&lt;/i&gt;; i got glitters on my veins but i enjoy playing in the dirt. so im pretty much &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. :P im way smarter than i look; in fact i support literacy -- also GAY RiGHTS. i enjoy writing, and i find &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(149, 205, 61); font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;psychology and criminology&lt;/span&gt; interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;anti-smoker&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;alcoholic&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phrase to describe her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"LOOKS COULD BE DECEIVING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-1779479364546835841?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1779479364546835841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/vff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1779479364546835841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1779479364546835841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/vff.html' title='VFF!'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4839181701310059942</id><published>2009-05-01T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:17:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Conyo-mandments.</title><content type='html'>So here it is na. The 10 conyo-mandments na. Make basa na and have fun speaking in conyo. And for more conyo fun, make visit nalang I.PH’s official conyo thread sa forums. Credits to my TL Shaun for sending me this conyomandments nga pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://berglovespizza.com/thumbnails/conyo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 CONYO-MANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Thou shall make gamit “make+pandiwa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “Let’s make pasok na to our class!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait lang! I’m making kain pa!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on na, we can’t make hintay anymore! It’s in Andrew pa, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Thou shall make kalat “noh”, “diba” and “eh” in your pangungusap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “I don’t like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it’s like, so eew, diba?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh as if you want naman also, diba?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3. When making describe a whatever, always say “It’s SO pang-uri!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “It’s so malaki, you know, and so mainit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know right? So sarap nga, eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re making me inggit naman.. I’ll make bili nga my own burger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation “dude”, ‘tsong” or “pare”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “Dude, Physics is so hirap, pare.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “My bag is so bigat today, you know”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “I have so many tigyawats, oh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “Like, it’s so init naman!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yah! The aircon, it’s, like sira!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “Like, OMG! It’s like traffic sa LRT”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know right? It’s so kaka!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaka?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kakaasar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex. “I’m, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me naman, I’m from Lazzahl!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4839181701310059942?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4839181701310059942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-conyo-mandments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4839181701310059942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4839181701310059942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-conyo-mandments.html' title='10 Conyo-mandments.'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-1241485859749814654</id><published>2009-05-01T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:09:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Girls need to realize.</title><content type='html'>We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost as: written by a guy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys post as: Girls need to realize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-1241485859749814654?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1241485859749814654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/repost-girls-need-to-realize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1241485859749814654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1241485859749814654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/repost-girls-need-to-realize.html' title='Repost: Girls need to realize.'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-8407321193031128761</id><published>2009-05-01T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:22:04.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial Seasoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 146px;" src="http://walmart.triaddigital.com/uploadedImages/In_Stores_Now/Free_Samples/pg_HCG_CelestialSeasonings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, this tea is very great.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not in the 'right' age for this, but it is great!&lt;br /&gt;They have a wide range of flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, after using the tea bags, I've read online that&lt;br /&gt;tea bags helps reduce dark circles under the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drinking tea, reduces acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess, I should be reading teeth whitening remedies for the tea-stains :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, This 110% Vitamin C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-8407321193031128761?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8407321193031128761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/celestial-seasoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8407321193031128761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8407321193031128761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/celestial-seasoning.html' title='Celestial Seasoning'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7653628618258371261</id><published>2009-04-27T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:34:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Partyphile - The new tribe of Davao</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;Confessions of a Partyphile - The new tribe of Davao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 22 April 2009 05:54 &lt;br /&gt;by Zhaun Ortega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGOBO.&lt;br /&gt;Bilaans.&lt;br /&gt;Guiangans.&lt;br /&gt;Tagacaolos.&lt;br /&gt;Manobos.&lt;br /&gt;Mandayas.&lt;br /&gt;Mansakas.&lt;br /&gt;Gimikeros.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, I know what you are thinking. The last word does not really belong in that particular line up. But if you really think about it, maybe it does, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak of tribes in Davao we often think of the Lumads and the natives who live high above in the mountains; but what you, and the rest of the people who belong in our generation, do not realize is that this isn’t necessarily the case. No matter where you originally come from, no matter how long you have been settled in this city, and no matter how little you know about your other Davaoeño brothers and sisters; you are now part of the New Davaoeño tribe.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you may not be consciously aware of it but you are now a part of this breed of educated, street-smart, and confident people. The yuppies and students that walk the city streets unknowingly form one homogenous tribe; we share the same interests, attitudes and points of view. We may not know it, but we share a lot of common traits which now dictate, not only how the economy of Davao moves, but also how we deal with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unlimited Rice, Pito-Baynte and Eating Hearty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly (or not), the new breed of Davaoeños is still much like the past generations of Pinoys. We still eat five times a day; merienda is still a must, and Banana-Cue, Pito-Baynte (7 for 20 pesos) Barbeque and Tulo-Diyes (3 for 10 pesos) Siomai are still staples of the dining table, or at least of the side walks right outside the school gates.&lt;br /&gt;We still use sawsawan with every meal, thus explaining the abundance of toyo (soy sauce), suka (vinegar), calamansi (native lemon), sili (chili), patis (fish sauce), ketchup and pinakurat (well. there’s no translation. You will just have to try this one yourself) in all Davaoeño restaurants. We still invite whoever happens to pass by our dining tables to join us in eating with a loud “mangaon ‘ta!”. And we still enjoy eating our favorite sud-an (viand) with a steaming hot cup of rice, no matter how many times Ms. Winfrey tells us to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;My humble opinion: Unless Oprah has tried eating a hot, freshly cooked piece of Bulad (dried fish) dipped in vinegar, chili and paired with fresh tomatoes, served over some steaming white rice… she can’t tell us Davaoeños to quit rice completely.&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, unlike the Manila crowd, we are less obsessed with eating healthy thus Kwek-kwek, Fish Ball, Balot, frozen strong beer and, much to the horror of Manilenyos, unlimited rice are favorites among Dabawenyos.&lt;br /&gt;And this is actually good for us: we still get to enjoy our food, no matter how embarrassingly cheap they are; and we don’t even need to feel guilty about stuffing our hearts with all the cholesterol it can take (seriously, now is a good time to bring in the Sisig, Bulalong Kalabaw and Crispy Pata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anti-Sosyal, Passing Gas and the Magic F. Torres Brings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike past generations, we have stopped trying to be “sosyal”. We are now content with being ourselves and even put a premium on simple living. Thus, fancy restos are now being snubbed; we appreciate simple Filipino food like Barbeque, Inihaw na Isda and other home-cooked favorites that can compete (in price) with even the most established fast-food chains.&lt;br /&gt;Even bars are now getting shrugged; partyphiles have gone back to the old Filipino way. It used to be, when you walked the streets at night, you would see a group of men sharing chit-chats over some cold beer in every baranggay, in every kanto, in every sari-sari store in the city. Yes, we have gone back to this very Noypi tradition of conversing over beer, but unlike the generations of our parents, we now find the right place and time for it: thus, as everyone has probably realized by now, F. Torres is where all the magic happens.&lt;br /&gt;And, unlike generations before us, we are never embarrassed to admit that we don’t have money in our pockets, that our feet smell or that we just let out a silent but deadly fart. Trust me, we have become anything but sosyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free WiFi, Chillaxing and Gym Buddies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only exception to the “anti-sosyal” rule would probably be the coffee shops. We still frequent them even if we know we can get our caffeine fix at home for a much, much, much lower price; because coffee shops are the perfect venue for lazy conversation (and of course, free WiFi). They set the stage for great conversations and somehow, after a trip to your favorite café, you feel relaxed. And this is what we are after: stress-relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellness and relaxation have become the priorities for the new Dabawenyo tribe. We spend money for spa services and massages, and no, I don’t mean the local manghihilot. We go out partying to forget all the chaos that life brings (yes, Mom and Dad, the only reason why we go out on gimmicks is to relieve stress) and kiss our worries goodbye. And we now enroll in our local gyms to help sweat our stress away (aside from the fact that it is also a great way to find new friends. Gym buddy, anyone?). We put a premium on good living and letting our hair down after a hard day at work. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have our share of mischief and misdemeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Informed Wild Children, Not-So-Squeaky-Clean Images, and Owning up to Mistakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older generations often think of us as rowdy or “wild”, but I think my generation is more informed and make wiser decisions. That is not to say that we do not have our share of wild nights, but I’m pretty sure, we have not been doing anything that our parents’ generations haven’t done before. However, the difference is in the way we handle these facts of life. We may be wild (but I am doubtful that we are wilder than any of the generations before us) but this time, we are confident enough to admit that we are. We admit to doing what we do, we are not a generation who tries to seem squeaky-clean; we have gone away with all the “kaplastikan” and we have matured well enough to realize that, although it is not okay to make stupid mistakes, it definitely is okay to own up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Know For Sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, an article could never capture the true essence of the new Dabawenyo tribe but these things I know for sure: we know what we want and we know how to get it; we have mastered the art of remaining under the radar while moving mountains; we are oblivious to the fact that we have great potential; we still love fried food, Hebi and Choc-nut; we have done away with social-climbing; farting is not that big a sin as it used be and more importantly, we love and appreciate Davao and all the quirks it brings along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-7653628618258371261?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7653628618258371261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-partyphile-new-tribe-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7653628618258371261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7653628618258371261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-partyphile-new-tribe-of.html' title='Confessions of a Partyphile - The new tribe of Davao'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-550492593512971339</id><published>2009-04-27T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:15:01.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camella Northpoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camella Northpoint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Site Amenities Features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. Clubhouse with the following features&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Function Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recreation Hall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fitness Gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veranda - overlooking with pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Grand Entrance Gate with proximity card access&lt;br /&gt;C. Perimeter Fence&lt;br /&gt;D. Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;E. Playground&lt;br /&gt;F. Cabanas with Grill Pits&lt;br /&gt;G. Pocket Parks and Playgrounds&lt;br /&gt;H. Overhead Water Tank and Cistern&lt;br /&gt;I. Garbage Collection Facilities&lt;br /&gt;J. Sewer Treatment Plant&lt;br /&gt;K. Back Up Generator for Amenities&lt;br /&gt;L. WiFi Access at Clubhouse&lt;br /&gt;M. Water Station&lt;br /&gt;N. Convenience Store&lt;br /&gt;O. Laundry Pick up Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOCATION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Progressive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new face of "North" -- commercial, IT ceneters, just 10 minutes to Davao International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strategic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategically located at the corner of major highways of J.P. Laurel Avenue and Buhangin Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convenient:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to the U/C Abreeza &amp;amp; Ayala Business Park, Robinsons Gateway, Victoria Plaza, Pryce Business Park, Gaisano mall and New Night Spots.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes away from Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3478800557_51dca7a042.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camella Ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3478801715_ff96433f63.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camella Northpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3479610560_74ed85969c.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3478803507_4035b4e4be.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly Agents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3478805385_2db9b02159.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, just across the Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3478805797_60268cf2a8.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao Central Convenience Store, just across the Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3479614044_340a61f2e4.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao Central Convenience Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3478806733_ff951f7426.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBC, Bakery, Xurex (Purified Water) and LBPI Design International, just beside the Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3478807065_bfd6d463b6.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pambahay Accents, GNLD International, INOS Philippines and Cutworx Salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/3479615280_0afe383b78.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machine Shop, Merco, Havaianas and Furniture Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3479615766_1b4a0aed65.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry Best, Villa Margarita Hotel and Binggoy's Gourmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3478809069_cf83e3f00d.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao Light and Power Company (beside Villa Margarita Hotel), Roadway Inn and few more steps to Abreeza and Redemptorist Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-550492593512971339?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/550492593512971339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/camella-northpoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/550492593512971339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/550492593512971339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/camella-northpoint.html' title='Camella Northpoint'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-5668459301774144210</id><published>2009-04-26T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:47:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN BEST FEATURES OF DAVAO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE DAVAO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Davao Internationl Airport is one of the busiest airports in the Philippines with daily flights to major destinations in the country. Davao City also serves as a gateway to the sub-regional trade bloc known as the EAST ASEAN growth area with direct flights to Singapore and Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. PERFECT WEATHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Davao City is situated in a typhoon-free zone. The all-year round predictability of its tropical weather (sunshine by day and occasional rain shower by night) makes the place conducive for business, leisure, agriculture and other worthwhile activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. EFFICIENT PUBLIC UTILITIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao City has excellent public utilities that offer the best products and services. From abundance in the supply of potable water, to cost efficient electricity through hydropower generation, innovative players in telecommunications industry (phone companies, Internet Service Providers, Cable-TV, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. REGIONAL CENTER OF SOUTHERN PHILIPPINES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao City is the financial center of Mindanao Island with more than 1,200 institutions classified as banks and other financial institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. MOST PEACEFUL CITY IN SOUTHEAST ASIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao City is one of the most peaceful cities in Asia. The Davao City Police is a consistent top pick for the Country, Best Police Award. The effective Emergency Hotline 911, with a very quick response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. COMPETITIVE COST OF DOING BUSINESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Davao City, quality products and services do not necessarily equate to high cost. Almost everything of quality in Davao City costs cheaper compared to other major cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. BEST PROFESSIONALS AND LABORERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City is home to the best professionals and laborers in Southern Philippines. Its human resource are touted as competent, highly literate, English-speaking and very cost-effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. FRUIT BASKET OF THE COUNTRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all kind of fruits grow in abundance in the City. It is host to a lot of fruit platations and it is famous for its exotic Durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City is one of the biggest exporters of Banana in Asia. Other fresh produce incluedes delectable delights such as Pomelo, Mango, Mangosteen, Rambutan, Strawberry, Lanzones and Pineapple among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. INVESTOR-FRIENDLY CITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investors are taken cared of in Davao City. Being the pioneer city in establishing an investment promotion center that proviedes free professional assistance including processiong of applications for local fiscal incentives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. RESPONSIVE AND FORWARD LOOKING LOCAL GOVERNMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City Government of Davao is very positive on developmental projects. Infrastructure modernization such as international standard airport, roads, bridges, and seaports are being one in response to the present challenges of the new millennium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-5668459301774144210?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5668459301774144210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/size3bten-best-features-of-davaosize-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5668459301774144210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/5668459301774144210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/size3bten-best-features-of-davaosize-1.html' title=''/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-8756272173880195183</id><published>2009-04-24T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:22:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial Remedies</title><content type='html'>I've been using this Eskinol + Dalacin C, it pretty works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://www.mytenda.com/tenda/images/eskinol_classic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:500;"  &gt;+ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 166px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KuKVHmyPO4/SNd7F_h2JlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Qc2YN-bxwhg/s320/IMAG0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also use Mandolin Facial Scrub, St. Ives Facial Wash, Cetaphil and Eskinol Pore-cleanser just to get rid of my pimples. Some OHM Moisturizer too. Desperate to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.conceptshub.com/Archive/logo_Mandom.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="https://www.overstockdrugstore.com/product_images/w/077043103609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.runningwithheels.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cetaphil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 120px; height: 239px;" src="http://i13.ebayimg.com/02/i/001/02/d9/41cb_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, WHAT YOU EAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. I eat spicy food :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, The chocolates + junk foods are the to-blames :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-8756272173880195183?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8756272173880195183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/facial-remedies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8756272173880195183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8756272173880195183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/facial-remedies.html' title='Facial Remedies'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KuKVHmyPO4/SNd7F_h2JlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Qc2YN-bxwhg/s72-c/IMAG0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-4944729707361666599</id><published>2009-04-23T17:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:14:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of one thing last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just one thing, and then I went out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at this Southern Cross, then on my left, I saw a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong with it. I wished right away as soon as I saw it fade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my wish comes true! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-4944729707361666599?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4944729707361666599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4944729707361666599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/4944729707361666599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-upon-star.html' title='Wish upon a star'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-2133677116219797151</id><published>2009-04-23T17:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:45:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Glass</title><content type='html'>I think I broke my Laptop Screen, I had like this protruding dust on my screen, I scraped it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M RUED(How do spell it? I heard the word awhile ago from iCarly. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so regret scratching it to remove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, We'll; I'll be optimistic about it! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-2133677116219797151?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2133677116219797151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/laptop-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2133677116219797151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/2133677116219797151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/laptop-glass.html' title='Laptop Glass'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7958539993577600115</id><published>2009-04-23T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:44:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Lyric + Album Art</title><content type='html'>I just got stucked putting lyrics and album art on the songs on my iPod;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used &lt;a href="http://www.music-lyrics-chord.com/"&gt;MUSIC-LYRICS-CHORD.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got good set of lyrics and album arts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better use it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-7958539993577600115?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7958539993577600115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-lyric-album-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7958539993577600115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7958539993577600115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-lyric-album-art.html' title='iPod Lyric + Album Art'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-3351551264024108297</id><published>2009-04-17T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:26:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everyjoe.com/gadgenista/files/2007/07/gmask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.everyjoe.com/gadgenista/files/2007/07/gmask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SfqkB49aV9I/AAAAAAAAABc/RXjs-RiofNo/s1600-h/Gmask2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SfqkB49aV9I/AAAAAAAAABc/RXjs-RiofNo/s320/Gmask2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330753461323192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I had my iPod Touch GMasked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I asked how much it costs to have the back ONLY masked, the girl said 500+, then if full, it's 795.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, when I went back there, another girl told me, it's 795 for a back mask ONLY, so i was like WTF? And she told me, extra 250 for the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like... OKAY FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got a black denim design. It looks good, though it has sticker scratches + punctures. It's better than a scratched iPod Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, and she intentionally FORGOT the discount, if I didn't asked for it, I could have wasted the 10% discount.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-3351551264024108297?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3351551264024108297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/masquerade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/3351551264024108297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/3351551264024108297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SfqkB49aV9I/AAAAAAAAABc/RXjs-RiofNo/s72-c/Gmask2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-9078718517969085573</id><published>2009-04-17T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:13:10.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Hair</title><content type='html'>Well, I dyed my hair. Though it's uber short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed it, it's Deep Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post details and photos soon :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-9078718517969085573?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9078718517969085573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/9078718517969085573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/9078718517969085573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip-hair.html' title='RIP Hair'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-1410879893685843204</id><published>2009-04-15T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:06:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim City 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeVcmrv7NVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hKzIgJxILlk/s1600-h/Philadelphia-Sep.+13,+431236960013.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeVcmrv7NVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hKzIgJxILlk/s320/Philadelphia-Sep.+13,+431236960013.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324763954084001106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love this game since it came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed the Rush Hour expansion and always created cool cities, and I installed a lot of mods and nams, then one day, I uninstalled it to move it to another disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I lost the whole datas.&lt;br /&gt;I reinstalled the game but can't reinstall the Rush Hour for some graphic problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to reformat the computer to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am playing the Sim City 4 with this box buildings, it's okay though, I'm just after the City Planning and the Urban Growth(well, even I get boxes).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeVcXmhDzzI/AAAAAAAAABI/uaoqD2NgU5w/s1600-h/Aston-Jul.+4,+381235784333.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeVcXmhDzzI/AAAAAAAAABI/uaoqD2NgU5w/s320/Aston-Jul.+4,+381235784333.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324763694981435186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I were you and you're in the zenith of your game glory, better not uninstall it or do stupid stuffs. Yeah, I know I did something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of two random cities, not the best, but the average cities I make, without Rush Hour :D :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-1410879893685843204?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1410879893685843204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-city-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1410879893685843204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/1410879893685843204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-city-4.html' title='Sim City 4'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeVcmrv7NVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hKzIgJxILlk/s72-c/Philadelphia-Sep.+13,+431236960013.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7866760021519044420</id><published>2009-04-15T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:47:04.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Tips for Teens</title><content type='html'>Planes tickets are now affordable!  So if you're planning to go International, here are tips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tips is based from my experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book your flight on Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;. Cheaper tickets are on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring what you need&lt;/span&gt;. Don't bring too much clothes, you could mix and match your clothes, you don't want to be burden with a heavy luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roll your clothes&lt;/span&gt;. Rolling your clothes saves space and prevents wrinkles on your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know where you're going to stay&lt;/span&gt;. You should be aware to what kind of climate you're going to anticipate and if you're bringing with you your cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ready your things before you sleep&lt;/span&gt;. You don't want to cram over stuffs in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never forget to put your name in your bag&lt;/span&gt;. And contact details, please. Duh! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a good night sleep&lt;/span&gt;. You don't want to be sleepy in the airport, sleep in the plane with an open mouth; and get really dizzy after disembarking the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wear comfy clothes&lt;/span&gt;. Because you will wear it for many hours in many places. Comfy clothes make you comfortable in all ways, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be on time&lt;/span&gt;. The plane won't wait for you and if you're with a connecting flight, chance: missing the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check in everything if possible&lt;/span&gt;. Avoid handcarries, they are annoying, and you look funny with a lot of bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be alert&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, you don't want to miss the flight because you were too busy reading New Moon and didn't hear the announcement because of your maxed music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask as much as possible, but not always&lt;/span&gt;. Better safe than sorry, always ask. You don't want to violate anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chew a gum or exercise your jaw during take off&lt;/span&gt;! Everybody hates congested ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring chocolates and less water&lt;/span&gt;. They keep you awake, happy and energized. Bottled water ends up in the trash bins. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salty chips makes you less dizzy&lt;/span&gt;. That, according to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never hesitate to ask&lt;/span&gt; if they serve free food, and if they give away goodies! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make Friends&lt;/span&gt;. It is good to have friends around the world, and a new person to talk to while waiting to board your plane. But don't give out many details, you don't want to be in a situation like in the movie Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be mindful of your things&lt;/span&gt;. Anybody could just pick up your stuff and on board a plane going miles away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-7866760021519044420?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7866760021519044420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/travelling-tips-for-teens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7866760021519044420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7866760021519044420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/travelling-tips-for-teens.html' title='Travelling Tips for Teens'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-7661816279726500930</id><published>2009-04-15T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:19:36.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyce Avenue</title><content type='html'>Cover UP!&lt;br /&gt;Boyce Avenue;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wearesuperfamous.com/wp-content/boyceavenue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the heck?" I had my iPod loaded with music and videos from a random music shop, so I saw from my iTunes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYCE AVENUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyce Avenue, a Florida-based band popular for its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strong acoustic roots and melodic rock sound&lt;/span&gt;, consists of the three brothers Alejandro, Fabian, and Daniel Manzano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they too lazy to compose their own songs? If that's the case, I like them lazy. They make acoustic versions of the cool RNB music, which I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style13"&gt;02/10/09&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Live and Acoustic in the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style13"&gt;&lt;span class="style20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;             Boyce   Avenue&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy to announce that we will be doing 4 acoustic shows in the Philippines. Our fans in this region are very important to us and we are going to try and make these shows particularly special. We hope to see many of you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out their &lt;a href="http://boyceavenue.com/"&gt;official website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2FyRJTKH53RJ%2FBestPlay_-_Bleeding_Love_%28Boyce_Avenue%29.mp3&amp;amp;height=20&amp;amp;width=277&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=100" width="277" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/8044122804128065324-7661816279726500930?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7661816279726500930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/boyce-avenue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7661816279726500930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/7661816279726500930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/boyce-avenue.html' title='Boyce Avenue'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6195091535814039083</id><published>2009-04-15T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:47:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Damage</title><content type='html'>Well, here's another MD Thing:&lt;br /&gt;BRAIN DAMAGE, well, Being insane could mean so, but here's the real Brain Damage deal you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BRAIN DAMAGING HABITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. No    Breakfast &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People who do    not take breakfast are going to have a lower blood sugar level.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This leads to an insufficient    supply of nutrients to the brain causing brain degeneration.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;2. Overeating    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It causes hardening of the brain    arteries, leading to a decrease in mental power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;3. Smoking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It causes multiple brain shrinkage and may lead to Alzheimer disease.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;4. High Sugar consumption    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too much sugar will interrupt    the absorption of proteins and nutrients causing malnutrition and may    interfere with brain development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;5. Air Pollution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The    brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air    decreases the supply of oxygen to the brain, bringing about a decrease in    brain efficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;6. Sleep    Deprivation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sleep allows our    brain to rest. Long term deprivation from sleep will accelerate the death of    brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;7. Head covered    while sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sleeping with the    head covered increases the concentration of carbon dioxide and decrease    concentration of oxygen that may lead to brain damaging effects.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;8. Working your brain during    illness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Working hard or studying    with sickness may lead to a decrease in effectiveness of the brain as well as    damage the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;9. Lacking    in stimulating thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thinking    is the best way to train our brain, lacking in brain stimulation thoughts may    cause brain shrinkage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;10.    Talking Rarely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Intellectual    conversations will promote the efficiency of the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank goodness I'm talkative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6195091535814039083?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6195091535814039083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-damage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6195091535814039083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6195091535814039083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-damage.html' title='Brain Damage'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-8282574193047754731</id><published>2009-04-15T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:54:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep early!</title><content type='html'>I have always been wonderin' why parents FORCE their kids to sleep early?&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was young, I don't want to go to bed because I know it will waste my playtime.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to get rid of their annoying children by putting them to slumber!&lt;br /&gt;And even today, I slept so late and overslept again. I don't want to sound like a doctor here, but I think you should know;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a forwarded email from my mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reasons for sleeping and waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening at 9 - 11pm&lt;/span&gt;: is the time for eliminating unnecessary/ toxic chemicals (detoxification) from the antibody system (lymph nodes). This time duration should be spent by relaxing or listening to music. If during this time a housewife is still in an unrelaxed state such as washing the dishes or monitoring children doing their homework, this will have a negative impact on health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening at 11pm - 1am&lt;/span&gt;: is the detoxification process in the liver, and ideally should be done in a deep sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early morning 1 - 3am&lt;/span&gt;: detoxification process in the gall, also ideally done in a deep sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early morning 3 - 5am&lt;/span&gt;: detoxification in the lungs. Therefore there will sometimes be a severe cough for cough sufferers during this time. Since the detoxification process had reached the respiratory tract, there is no need to take cough medicine so as not to interfere with toxin removal process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning 5 - 7am&lt;/span&gt;: detoxification in the colon, you should empty your bowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning 7 - 9am&lt;/span&gt;: absorption of nutrients in the small intestine, you should be having breakfast at this time. Breakfast should be earlier, before 6:30am, for those who are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast before 7:30am is very beneficial to those wanting to stay fit.&lt;/span&gt; Those who always skip breakfast, they should change their habits, and it is still better to eat breakfast late until 9 - 10am rather than no meal at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so late and waking up too late will disrupt the process of removing unnecessary chemicals. Aside from that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;midnight to 4:00 am&lt;/span&gt; is the time when the bone marrow produces blood. Therefore, have a good sleep and don't sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" rel="nofollow" title="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/mail_us/taglines/postman7/*http:/us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=39666/*http:/messenger.yahoo.com" href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/mail_us/taglines/postman7/*http:/us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=39666/*http:/messenger.yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-8282574193047754731?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8282574193047754731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-early.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8282574193047754731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8282574193047754731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-early.html' title='Sleep early!'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-6212900764124843643</id><published>2009-04-15T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:38:24.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap Tap Revenge 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iphone3g-india.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/tap_tap_2_revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 478px;" src="http://iphone3g-india.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/tap_tap_2_revenge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TAP TAP Revenge 2&lt;/span&gt; is a music game created by Nate True, and developed and published by Tapulous for the iPhone OS in July 2008. But no worries, you could get it with your iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is so much like the Dance Dance Revolution and the Dance Maniax, only it is played with your tapping rhythm. It's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so much hooked to this game! The multiplayer part is a cool one, and it is a good way to have a close moment with your crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have your iPod Touch or iPhone, this is a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; must-have&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6212900764124843643?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6212900764124843643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/tap-tap-revenge-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6212900764124843643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6212900764124843643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/tap-tap-revenge-2.html' title='Tap Tap Revenge 2'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-8168764821294247921</id><published>2009-04-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:33:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple iPod Touch 2G</title><content type='html'>"An apple a day; keeps the doctor away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.megaleecher.net/uploads/32gb_ipod_touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.megaleecher.net/uploads/32gb_ipod_touch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;Black Saturday 2009;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first Apple iPod, and it's the new iPod Touch 2G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.5-inch (diagonal) widescreen Multi-Touch display&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;480-by-320-pixel resolution at 163 pixels per inch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music playback time: Up to 36 hours when fully charged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Video playback time: Up to 6 hours when fully charged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SOUNDS COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, to be honest, I hate reading long paragraphs about revies because it only tends to misunderstand details. So I'll make this short and brief! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 16 GB one for practical reasons,&lt;br /&gt;It costs cheaper and you get just the right amount of memory.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to play all your stuffs concerning the battery power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this gadget so much, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is WiFi Capable! And you could browse internet just like with your PC!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is touch-screen, a new experience. And it's scratch-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cool features and apps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Good Graphics!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I love the accelerometer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Built-in Speakers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I don't like the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fingerprint-prone Screen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The scratch-prone back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The fragile look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're confused between an iPhone or an iPod Touch,&lt;br /&gt;here's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone has a camera + iPod Touch + Phone features, that will consume more battery power. It is overpriced for a small memory! Let's say the 8GB costs way higher than the iPod Touch 8GB.&lt;br /&gt;So iPod Touch plus a cameraphone works better for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touch my Body!" -iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-8168764821294247921?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8168764821294247921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-ipod-touch-2g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8168764821294247921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/8168764821294247921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-ipod-touch-2g.html' title='Apple iPod Touch 2G'/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044122804128065324.post-8006501760497731973</id><published>2009-04-14T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:41:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SeSNRzt_s9I/AAAAAAAAABA/2qCEaQCv-1A/s1600-h/Silence9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I spent a little more extension to pay off the late sleeping time. Well, I reckoned it will just be an ordinary boring day. But I anticipated the photos from our Promenade. So a bit of a yay. I had a pack of zits at the right side of my cheek so I gotta put extra cure on it. I had porridge for breakfast, well the choices are rice porridge or oatmeal. I want something salty for the morning so I picked rice porridge. I arrived school at 7:20 with Klarenz walking towards the gate, but before then Don was asking for some coins to pay the tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Bye mum.&lt;br /&gt;Don: Moi! Naa ka'y coins?&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Wala! Papel lang.&lt;br /&gt;Don: Sige na beh.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Wala lagi, basin si Renz.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Late na ta?&lt;br /&gt;Renz: Wala pa oi!&lt;br /&gt;(Looks at the clock: Minute hand on 4)&lt;br /&gt;Renz: Dugay mi nakauli gabii bah, 11 na.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Oh, Dokyu?&lt;br /&gt;Renz: O!&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Wala pa mi kastart. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;Social came, social went.&lt;br /&gt;English came. We weren't prepared for the report.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oy! Di pa man ta ready.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Sige, ingnan nako.&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel: Sir could we have our reporting tomorrow? We're quite unprepared yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Alf: Okay, Exchange your notebooks!&lt;br /&gt;Recess went on, with 5 minutes deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;We had our radio drama.&lt;br /&gt;Kulas - Me;&lt;br /&gt;Celing - Christa;&lt;br /&gt;Sioning - Pia;&lt;br /&gt;Teban &amp;amp; Castor - Alexys&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;Discuss. Discuss. Life stories. Jokes. Life stories.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it went ookay.&lt;br /&gt;Math - Christa and Darvin.&lt;br /&gt;Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;"Oy! Naa na ang pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;Getting pics.&lt;br /&gt;Bill = 600; Haggle down to 500.&lt;br /&gt;+60 for another 3 :]&lt;br /&gt;But should have paid 800 for all of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;MCDO treat by Tris.&lt;br /&gt;Bin, Paul &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tris.&lt;br /&gt;Moccha Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;ComSci - Do While Loop&lt;br /&gt;TLE - Recycling&lt;br /&gt;Chem - Recycling Plastics&lt;br /&gt;A kiddo surprise! :)&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH - LOL 'should've been'&lt;br /&gt;Billy was supposed to report then we requested for a free time.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to congratulate Lemuel...."&lt;br /&gt;"Naiinis ako..."&lt;br /&gt;"I know what he felt..."&lt;br /&gt;"Para syang ako... Competitive..."&lt;br /&gt;(YELLS LIKE FOREST WILD BEASTS)&lt;br /&gt;"OMFG. Wth? :))"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, si Moi lang ang nakakaalam..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really feminish, but I like girls."&lt;br /&gt;"Whom do you like?"&lt;br /&gt;(Insert story about Miriam here)&lt;br /&gt;"So sino na?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna risk the friendship"&lt;br /&gt;Girls pledge.&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;"Twinkle"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Right"&lt;br /&gt;(Crazy people)&lt;br /&gt;"OMFG."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;T_X&lt;br /&gt;Bin knows what happened next :))&lt;br /&gt;And sinabi ko sa kanya na gusto ko sya? Is it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044122804128065324-6582448795247978810?l=thatlemlkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6582448795247978810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-of-march-2009-what-day-600-am-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6582448795247978810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044122804128065324/posts/default/6582448795247978810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlemlkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-of-march-2009-what-day-600-am-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>LEML</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06252807044405991282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfBkwxaKIc/SgDdkVuwnfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3PaFBeoV6c/S220/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
