<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:35:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>"Pagbabago"</title><description></description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-9148401385302962315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-20T21:03:44.301-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxAjJVIoacYKBWIK92iTRdeUuLsMdryKXG-bJN376rLLUJvz0PDs0EDmjsaHEGKFyINmgdJ59ZDKJ34sjpCx6lM7mBIi7Vp2N9Y5a7XDuF4WehlIknCgjE8K7UmHa1rihO6AyD-DQ0yE/s1600/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxAjJVIoacYKBWIK92iTRdeUuLsMdryKXG-bJN376rLLUJvz0PDs0EDmjsaHEGKFyINmgdJ59ZDKJ34sjpCx6lM7mBIi7Vp2N9Y5a7XDuF4WehlIknCgjE8K7UmHa1rihO6AyD-DQ0yE/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This picture is remembrance to my friends in high school&lt;br /&gt;
in tarlac annex.I'm in last to the left side and bryan,andro,and manny. this picture is unforgettable because this time I enjoying my high school life. many say's that high school life is very unforgettable moment, for me it's true.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-picture-is-remembrance-to-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxAjJVIoacYKBWIK92iTRdeUuLsMdryKXG-bJN376rLLUJvz0PDs0EDmjsaHEGKFyINmgdJ59ZDKJ34sjpCx6lM7mBIi7Vp2N9Y5a7XDuF4WehlIknCgjE8K7UmHa1rihO6AyD-DQ0yE/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-1504451355078015520</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-15T21:12:19.689-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZFlUw_2VEiDBYsXXxeyYMVLMg7HQM3TEDDTh_m2O5oco3rUg2h8Yb17T8vvlPtQ9fK0Xw47iS-OmDcDIjj2i2oe7rz29vR1Gx9FTO67qpGd4mJ5KQNGDVPid2ERUlJzTRbuDsaZnUwE/s1600/18334_1242512697655_1074465603_30662210_8359661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZFlUw_2VEiDBYsXXxeyYMVLMg7HQM3TEDDTh_m2O5oco3rUg2h8Yb17T8vvlPtQ9fK0Xw47iS-OmDcDIjj2i2oe7rz29vR1Gx9FTO67qpGd4mJ5KQNGDVPid2ERUlJzTRbuDsaZnUwE/s320/18334_1242512697655_1074465603_30662210_8359661_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friends.. this picture take last summer in big 5 resort. my friends.. lester, noris, francis, cholo, and my couzin neil.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZFlUw_2VEiDBYsXXxeyYMVLMg7HQM3TEDDTh_m2O5oco3rUg2h8Yb17T8vvlPtQ9fK0Xw47iS-OmDcDIjj2i2oe7rz29vR1Gx9FTO67qpGd4mJ5KQNGDVPid2ERUlJzTRbuDsaZnUwE/s72-c/18334_1242512697655_1074465603_30662210_8359661_n.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-769237180275317541</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-01T06:45:12.413-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Student"</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Di5weEGhcjXXzFyAbVydZl38tWgOpTUscqtrCdVY-0hmDKO_wjXS0ZmGQEJEE8ZMSv80Fbmxi9u_m2mCxbtCOjcuA9QiMJjNprn3w7jzS2BdJz3NQDa9vCf46ihOfl__sBZeG65uk_Q/s1600/student.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Di5weEGhcjXXzFyAbVydZl38tWgOpTUscqtrCdVY-0hmDKO_wjXS0ZmGQEJEE8ZMSv80Fbmxi9u_m2mCxbtCOjcuA9QiMJjNprn3w7jzS2BdJz3NQDa9vCf46ihOfl__sBZeG65uk_Q/s200/student.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually im studying, how difficult that you are working and studying.&lt;br /&gt;
some people reason that life is so hard that's why he or she decided to&lt;br /&gt;
find a work than to studying. Why are not studying and working at the same time?Many children i see working must&amp;nbsp; to young and mostly are not studying, and somechildren are studying but not regularly.&lt;br /&gt;
For me education is important for anyone no matter what your ambitions,&lt;br /&gt;
important is you have education.This year i enroll in a school that gives me advance teaching, no matter what happen i can't surrender in my daily life,&lt;br /&gt;
my life that full of trials and sufferings.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/student.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Di5weEGhcjXXzFyAbVydZl38tWgOpTUscqtrCdVY-0hmDKO_wjXS0ZmGQEJEE8ZMSv80Fbmxi9u_m2mCxbtCOjcuA9QiMJjNprn3w7jzS2BdJz3NQDa9vCf46ihOfl__sBZeG65uk_Q/s72-c/student.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-3499970590689788413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-31T06:48:30.817-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Summer"</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPR2_a22Rx1qeJorsBHYJ8yQ79dUawIsC_Moj2H5X3LF7H1jn6fRvFGVMwE388eJTlQXPEZCeHKfUTPlRSd2x_oeNsMuL4JH1p2xupYIBuH07xR9Y7sWN0nPUQXjCzcLlnk3SU59nQcc/s1600/2_314843091l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPR2_a22Rx1qeJorsBHYJ8yQ79dUawIsC_Moj2H5X3LF7H1jn6fRvFGVMwE388eJTlQXPEZCeHKfUTPlRSd2x_oeNsMuL4JH1p2xupYIBuH07xR9Y7sWN0nPUQXjCzcLlnk3SU59nQcc/s320/2_314843091l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture take last summer together my friends..you? how did you spend your last summer?did you spend your last summer with your friends? I really like to swim because it gives me relaxing and exercise to our body.&lt;br /&gt;
actually I"m not good swimmer but i know how to swim. together with my friends we bring goldilocks cakes and palabok to enjoy my friends party.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPR2_a22Rx1qeJorsBHYJ8yQ79dUawIsC_Moj2H5X3LF7H1jn6fRvFGVMwE388eJTlQXPEZCeHKfUTPlRSd2x_oeNsMuL4JH1p2xupYIBuH07xR9Y7sWN0nPUQXjCzcLlnk3SU59nQcc/s72-c/2_314843091l.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-5219206546459692427</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-21T22:22:13.941-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Back to School"</title><description>This coming school many parents are buying things of their children&lt;br /&gt;and many parents have different problem in expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Me? well.. there's no changes in my life, im here everyday manage a &lt;br /&gt;computer shop.. but sometimes dreaming im in a school and studying together &lt;br /&gt;with my classmates. I don't know what im doing sometimes it's hard to become a &lt;br /&gt;perfect person, sometimes i said to myself that its a  trials only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i woke up im thinking what happening this day?,and what would be next&lt;br /&gt;problem i confront this time?. &lt;br /&gt;but i thanks to god he gives me strength to do everything that &lt;br /&gt;i like to do.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-2425088477001680859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T07:04:29.644-08:00</atom:updated><title/><description>"Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say love what is in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Many say's that love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;for you what is love?&lt;br /&gt;the love for me is a gift, that can gives you &lt;br /&gt;happiness and inspiration for all of my doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love is important to us?&lt;br /&gt;for me the love is a part of our daily life,&lt;br /&gt;without love I'm not here.&lt;br /&gt;Who is my first love?&lt;br /&gt;my family.. because he gives me reason why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;My first love girl?&lt;br /&gt;well, actually on the first time i text her &lt;br /&gt;she gives me inspirations because she is a good students.&lt;br /&gt;I know her because of my cousin she's the one who give is number,&lt;br /&gt;she's from manila taking of nursing, &lt;br /&gt;actually she is not a gorgeous girl, what i&lt;br /&gt;like from her his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;She is very loving person and she give all what she have.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-when-you-say-love-what-is-in-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-6430444551332639373</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T07:18:31.059-08:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkjoV5xkM3-tPKyGEtyeA0GWNxg1REy9xoq3k6oB5D65w_c-A9nV-FZAKUdL6PWGm818VmqxwVr4yJzJT-4-vt5jh8VZCQijbJ6FNDU62vtfsE4gU21hMDzWwjpUdI6jOv0i0BMmlM38/s1600-h/nadz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I've so many error in my life like not studying well &lt;br /&gt;during my child age, not listening in my teacher, and not obey &lt;br /&gt;my parents.&lt;br /&gt;If we some time machine i will put myself there to go back &lt;br /&gt;in the past, to correct all my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But its never happen, all i have to do is face my problem and &lt;br /&gt;find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;There's saying that no man is in island". &lt;br /&gt;but for me its for me.. I solve my problem on my own decision &lt;br /&gt;I'm not finding any suggestion into others.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/trials-every-people-they-have-own.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOkp4MYGcjNapK2ym7mZ3oLqGVFkK61II09sJZcVV1Zl5O43pRQGYMJzzOOzRMVzlXtUoMAEJL-WQxZE0BA2wbCQyQH5577os8l25lxLzQ1DHQK-KQTuQG5T5m7B9BEho-OMjmpQhAAU/s72-c/nadz.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-724756214152810424</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T07:30:19.708-08:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0rqclQyJcBXSTfCL5NDaN_9NKhCcmD3_ihj_KT0LZK929VAaQNkwCKLvC5QVmozoiS90rkKcXHWKfjym6yUrid8fwSafprqsf1J-BfITF_Guad6nLdBkG8vztWiEmxg0UpvDia6CWRE/s1600-h/nadz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0rqclQyJcBXSTfCL5NDaN_9NKhCcmD3_ihj_KT0LZK929VAaQNkwCKLvC5QVmozoiS90rkKcXHWKfjym6yUrid8fwSafprqsf1J-BfITF_Guad6nLdBkG8vztWiEmxg0UpvDia6CWRE/s400/nadz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412871473583155346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i finished my primary school i've learned how to develop&lt;br /&gt;my skills and answering the question when i was a child.&lt;br /&gt;some of the children they have different questions on how they learned &lt;br /&gt;something. Me? after i graduate in primary school many things i could really miss&lt;br /&gt;like playing in the outside of the school without slippers and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;after all i imagine when i was a child..Life is to fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my studying is going now to high school..&lt;br /&gt;every teenager said that the most unforgettable of there school &lt;br /&gt;is high school life.,i don't why? &lt;br /&gt;because of there saying im excited to enrolled in high school,&lt;br /&gt;many things could change because you can't do anything you&lt;br /&gt;want because im a freshmen student.&lt;br /&gt;they have big different between primary and to secondary school&lt;br /&gt;in primary school have a few students, while the secondary school there&lt;br /&gt;so many students. &lt;br /&gt;at the first day of my high school life its hard to adjust my self &lt;br /&gt;on how to wake up early in the morning, how to communicate in other students,&lt;br /&gt;and how to do my assignments?&lt;br /&gt;but after all i don't think negative, what i said to myself this is a&lt;br /&gt;playing if you surrender you lose.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-high-school-life-after-i-finished-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0rqclQyJcBXSTfCL5NDaN_9NKhCcmD3_ihj_KT0LZK929VAaQNkwCKLvC5QVmozoiS90rkKcXHWKfjym6yUrid8fwSafprqsf1J-BfITF_Guad6nLdBkG8vztWiEmxg0UpvDia6CWRE/s72-c/nadz.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-6518030890424567740</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T07:52:02.651-08:00</atom:updated><title>Study</title><description>At the first time of my school,im afraid to leave me of&lt;br /&gt;my tita she's the one who bring me into school in early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was grade one at that time to think why im here in school?&lt;br /&gt;many questions in my mind, why we need to studying? why we have &lt;br /&gt;a place like a school? Is just a few question.&lt;br /&gt;after my school im tired not tired in doin..im tired to think of that&lt;br /&gt;why i need to studying? my tita's said you need to learn about what is wrong and &lt;br /&gt;what is right.. and many things that you don't know thats why you need to study,&lt;br /&gt;after she said that i not listen to him. what i know is to play outside the house&lt;br /&gt;and talking to my cousin. after i play im watching t.v like cartoons, such as &lt;br /&gt;Dragon ball'z, X-men, and many more.. and after that suddenly im sleeping with&lt;br /&gt;chair. I'm happy during my child's age because i don't have problem to think of&lt;br /&gt;what i know is playing and playing..</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/study.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-428107049402961526</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 09:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T02:42:17.299-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Me</title><description>It's been a short time when i was a child, i remember the days that &lt;br /&gt;I playing in the front of the house of my tita handlng a small garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;because i pick a toy in the garbage at that time i didn't know what is wrong &lt;br /&gt;during my child age. &lt;br /&gt;I born in the place of Pangasinan, the place who came my father and my grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;my father was a former driver of jeepney. and my mother she is domestic helper &lt;br /&gt;in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;at my age 5 years old my mother decided to go in singapore because of &lt;br /&gt;financial problem in the family. i have three brother and no sister, im the second to the last son. after my mother go to singapore she said that im going to came &lt;br /&gt;in tarlac in place of my mothers family. i studying in primary school in tarlac&lt;br /&gt;im in grade 1 at that time, together with my grandmother she take care of me&lt;br /&gt;I treat him as my real mother. my three brothers was stay living in pangasinan&lt;br /&gt;together with my father. sometimes i feel sadness during that time because im not experience the loving and caring of real parents. but sometimes im just wondering that all of doing of my mother is giving me a beautiful future.</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724272161263235470.post-3477695379970660714</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T06:46:25.557-08:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAZhWISC9IuXgFMdEv0RJA7loxYhyphenhyphenkSBWJxX2mSneKEs03Y2PFXArBLb1H4QhaxSFLUYqCsSwYct0Zx60uZ25Mgy-SISevIQqz9l2AIzCXG2gWVHej-kTrZ8CkowJ3JXegr-pYKFxvWQ/s1600-h/nadz2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAZhWISC9IuXgFMdEv0RJA7loxYhyphenhyphenkSBWJxX2mSneKEs03Y2PFXArBLb1H4QhaxSFLUYqCsSwYct0Zx60uZ25Mgy-SISevIQqz9l2AIzCXG2gWVHej-kTrZ8CkowJ3JXegr-pYKFxvWQ/s400/nadz2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411021301569503202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to short..&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a chance to grow a soul.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. &lt;br /&gt;It's the life in your years.&lt;br /&gt;I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.&lt;br /&gt;Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.&lt;br /&gt;true religion is real living..&lt;br /&gt;living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;only life lived for others is a life worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;because of my loved life, i shall have sorrow to die and hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;Every people have no fear of death..&lt;br /&gt;Life is process..we are process.. the world is process..&lt;br /&gt;If you love people or person, people they will love you back..</description><link>http://arnold-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-to-short.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ("Danz_03")</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAZhWISC9IuXgFMdEv0RJA7loxYhyphenhyphenkSBWJxX2mSneKEs03Y2PFXArBLb1H4QhaxSFLUYqCsSwYct0Zx60uZ25Mgy-SISevIQqz9l2AIzCXG2gWVHej-kTrZ8CkowJ3JXegr-pYKFxvWQ/s72-c/nadz2.jpeg" width="72"/></item></channel></rss>