tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47540955654234825072024-02-26T15:03:10.382+08:00NutritiousbunsFor A Brighter Future!Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-77368809393391217142012-02-21T11:47:00.001+08:002012-02-21T11:47:09.335+08:00AGREE?? AGREE!Lahat tayo mararanasang AGAWIN, MANG-AGAW at MAAGAWAN. Weather-weather lang yan.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-83114181143317599372011-11-22T06:16:00.001+08:002011-11-22T06:17:05.338+08:00Thoughts of the dayOne man's ridiculous, is another man's yabadabadoo.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-77619717413022296252011-10-02T12:55:00.000+08:002011-10-03T03:55:30.375+08:00Intagrams It!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9lITpfQ76XM8Ml2rJxiO36ITzBUxZ9HciPuA0iNj60sFtcpEK83ku-CL0EyEKZL25nwx_0i3hiIukHYJ4gDj2GhG-uBGLD-cCrwGYPmb6m2XbRZh4ArSJ1-rTmHn-Y2V4Wevd-urcS_e/s1600/Desktop+Background.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9lITpfQ76XM8Ml2rJxiO36ITzBUxZ9HciPuA0iNj60sFtcpEK83ku-CL0EyEKZL25nwx_0i3hiIukHYJ4gDj2GhG-uBGLD-cCrwGYPmb6m2XbRZh4ArSJ1-rTmHn-Y2V4Wevd-urcS_e/s400/Desktop+Background.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658984993889472466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxceUgmkrAzxxPMIia862uIjmaBaZ6lvLhPrwMXSjhp7Q9KUfx3EmbkzLai3FigbCMWGSTj7rGsyDXlE5KUORJm3T5mFybbmI6X5IFB1Ex_7oFXFGXUM1MOWxlH-umSamBMUM2QeCpO0Az/s1600/183400_10150200931569832_617449831_8862815_978040_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxceUgmkrAzxxPMIia862uIjmaBaZ6lvLhPrwMXSjhp7Q9KUfx3EmbkzLai3FigbCMWGSTj7rGsyDXlE5KUORJm3T5mFybbmI6X5IFB1Ex_7oFXFGXUM1MOWxlH-umSamBMUM2QeCpO0Az/s400/183400_10150200931569832_617449831_8862815_978040_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658984971641796194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpHWkWtp8d2BAAH4ggNLtZf1fmt2BVb_qJ8hdxuS-tTLUCK8bzxN9Uv8poxaYJWtaJ7sSpnKjQ1gCTWbkED_T6XIJGapu2hubYRwSlaB3Ba5Op5_fhXjlPpRq0R-6H0CrAoglda2zaGAT/s1600/JOSHUA+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpHWkWtp8d2BAAH4ggNLtZf1fmt2BVb_qJ8hdxuS-tTLUCK8bzxN9Uv8poxaYJWtaJ7sSpnKjQ1gCTWbkED_T6XIJGapu2hubYRwSlaB3Ba5Op5_fhXjlPpRq0R-6H0CrAoglda2zaGAT/s400/JOSHUA+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658985000060845394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6Bu_KWX8csaqfrI5H-Igzm7832oxLprBQH7ONjCLatQ4SbDwjIGFe7APGnOLH0Gz21oLMzihxDR8BVzrFco4BT5GYlYglgwXl9aHZvNvyEDHCSg5pJfFsIZ7jW7tRpAGnOefKnFWRCbC/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6Bu_KWX8csaqfrI5H-Igzm7832oxLprBQH7ONjCLatQ4SbDwjIGFe7APGnOLH0Gz21oLMzihxDR8BVzrFco4BT5GYlYglgwXl9aHZvNvyEDHCSg5pJfFsIZ7jW7tRpAGnOefKnFWRCbC/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641881928273466450" border="0" /></a>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-41629916317891913042011-09-13T15:36:00.001+08:002011-09-13T15:37:45.697+08:00MusicOne good thing about music when it hits you, you feel no pain.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-25930958601050107682011-08-08T03:31:00.003+08:002011-08-08T03:34:19.388+08:00Buwan Ng Wika<h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">Sa pamamagitan ng aking wika, naipahahayag ko ang aking naiisip at nadarama. Ito rin ay nagpapatunay na akoy isang Pilipino. Mahalin natin ang ating wika ito lamang ang magpapahayag kung sino tayo at saan tayo nagmula.<br /></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">Maligayang buwan ng wika sa inyong lahat!</span></span></h6>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-52259771637222622042011-08-05T02:00:00.006+08:002011-08-05T02:09:29.537+08:00Procrastination + Stubbornness<h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size:180%;">I always keep telling this to myself:<br /><br />"If you keep on thinking tomorrows always going to come, your going to end up in pain. If you put things off for tomorrow your an idiot."<br /><br />But I always keep forgetting it..*sigh*</span><br /></span></span></h6>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-80025219245035538242011-08-04T03:13:00.004+08:002011-08-04T15:01:45.573+08:00Seeing someone smile.Back then every time I see my crush smiling, it made my heart melt. I don't know the reason but all i know is that when i see her smiling I'm happy, that's it. According to one survey 60% of all human communication is not verbal, body language. 30% is your tone so that means 90% of what you are saying is not coming out of your mouth.<br /><br />Now what if the one you like is smiling at you?? what will you feel?? Happy, shy, afraid, blushed, butterfly on your stomach, goosebumps?? Or it fills your head with more questions than answers right? Like: Is she/he likes me? Is she/he the one?<br /><br />Well one thing is for sure you liked it didn't you?? I think that's one of the reasons why we are still breathing in this colorless world is to see our loved ones smiling. That instant moment, that snapshot of your life will made your world colorful! But most of us didn't know what will make them smile and happy... until its over.<br /><br />Why is it always like that? unfair.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-61012597568234930932011-07-26T18:27:00.001+08:002011-07-26T18:27:58.998+08:00overloadToo many inputs I cant write!! grrrrJoshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-84224096287061095362011-07-07T13:15:00.003+08:002011-07-07T13:18:30.087+08:00Words of wisdom.<div style="color: black;">Ang babae, nirerespeto, inaalagaan!Hindi yan PSP na bubunutin mo lang sa bulsa pag gusto mo ng paglaruan.Hindi yan IPOD na papakinggan mo lang kapag wala kang libangan.At hindi yan RED HORSE na pwede mong laklakin hanggang madaling-araw.Ang babae, marami mang arte sa katawan, hindi yan gadget para kolektahin at paglaruan.<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />-Bob Ong<br /></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-56797217785703655272011-05-29T18:53:00.002+08:002011-05-29T19:04:51.114+08:00Ukulele CoverI did a lot of covers before but this is more different, different instrument different style. This is one of my most favorite song composed of one of my most favorite band. When i first hear this song back in my schooldays it reminds me of someone.. ENJOY;)<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vSYV1vokz7I" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-49395181651249700162011-05-24T16:41:00.004+08:002011-06-24T19:45:58.968+08:00A dream into reality.Back then when we are still young, we all have dreams right?? Dream of becoming this and that someday, Well I remember when I was in my elementary days, my dream is to become engineer like my dad but that changed when I step into high school. When i turned first year high school my dream of becoming an engineer changed into becoming an artist.<br /><br />I practice my art in watercolor which is my favorite medium. But that doesn't stop, in my second year in college i became very passionate in music, which i created a few songs. And Started to build a band.<br /><br />I realize dream are constantly changing..wheter you like it or not.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-6129491354960889842011-05-20T16:52:00.000+08:002011-05-21T02:34:32.352+08:00The drug called shabu.<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OruM99x0Oz8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-60330904288565339802011-05-01T08:10:00.002+08:002011-05-01T08:11:16.282+08:00Laundry = Music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgei6xR3W0ULJ76GRSNnSG35swtIsBbwxfwJPRW4nbBH_dGO_XRIPF41QCE3buykqsV5XKnj06HvPmto2esGeJYpkYJPj0LKRGQBLmHrhX-O4ftYevecktEx-02AofW6CCG09cYPDkDzR4T/s1600/183400_10150200931569832_617449831_8862815_978040_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgei6xR3W0ULJ76GRSNnSG35swtIsBbwxfwJPRW4nbBH_dGO_XRIPF41QCE3buykqsV5XKnj06HvPmto2esGeJYpkYJPj0LKRGQBLmHrhX-O4ftYevecktEx-02AofW6CCG09cYPDkDzR4T/s400/183400_10150200931569832_617449831_8862815_978040_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601533476113904962" border="0" /></a>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-64814050529329753792011-04-30T16:47:00.004+08:002011-05-14T14:02:45.303+08:00Dream<div style="text-align: left;">Dreaming for me is a way to escape into reality, because in a dream we can change ourselves and do impossible things. And in dream we can change our personality. Sometimes dreaming is bad, but it is the only way a lonely person can truly become happy. And that's a fact!<br /></div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-44213296877739677782011-03-29T03:53:00.001+08:002011-03-29T03:55:35.789+08:00I MISS YOU.<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head!</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br />I MISS YOU!<br /></span>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-54590581680299449652011-03-25T05:04:00.000+08:002011-03-25T05:05:26.059+08:00Chill:)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyupVTvGcCgTCFv5rpNpGRkZM8ohVv6o2fQZgDyN2vNx1wbe9I8ALvVM29XsP1zkYFMF72O-77zTR3oxcFAjA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-21827433175926189702011-02-18T03:16:00.001+08:002011-02-18T13:47:43.061+08:00My life is one big joke!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCiWTAsR2t-31QIi12gLfS6dCKP49SK5EWreGu1BRD5OVZWbGb7xREIpGpBwJidP7xiK8o6e-N7UssdngtUQAPcaDgt-d2of8uLrUxR4PwOJy4ee43z9FZjKJT10M3gF37vEdNskHHEHEN/s1600/600px-Smiley.svg.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCiWTAsR2t-31QIi12gLfS6dCKP49SK5EWreGu1BRD5OVZWbGb7xREIpGpBwJidP7xiK8o6e-N7UssdngtUQAPcaDgt-d2of8uLrUxR4PwOJy4ee43z9FZjKJT10M3gF37vEdNskHHEHEN/s400/600px-Smiley.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574902031661488450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />REASONS:<br /><br />1. When the situation are so good, it turns bad later on.<br /><br />2. Every-time I'm beginning to like someone, something wrong will happen.<br /><br />3. Missing my ex right now, which is sucks!<br /><br />4. Regrets for not doing what i had to do back then.<br /><br />5. Regrets for writing this into my blog.Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-65862399196421614722011-02-14T18:10:00.010+08:002011-02-15T18:38:22.966+08:00PEACE, LIGHT and LOVE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JlF7OPB0w3Ca3VkSUsBnkgRN6hCl7_9k9y7ne3QwRCCUeJ7NumqjAYABXFNA-lKZbkFaj5Et8LO5CrstU8gE5cBZFSt07EcG7hUtZc-QGSFV_eT7sjqsgSBOTHvge0vc7GNY1Lk2XWqI/s1600/IMG_1907.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JlF7OPB0w3Ca3VkSUsBnkgRN6hCl7_9k9y7ne3QwRCCUeJ7NumqjAYABXFNA-lKZbkFaj5Et8LO5CrstU8gE5cBZFSt07EcG7hUtZc-QGSFV_eT7sjqsgSBOTHvge0vc7GNY1Lk2XWqI/s400/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573486341817713602" border="0" /></a><br />When you hear the word peace and love, what do you think?? Some people might think, that love and peace are for a person having a delusions and that need a medical treatment. Well I only exaggerate what might other people think about love and peace. But basically when you see what happens around you, it might be true. These days love and peace are like legends, you'll saw it on movies read it on books, hear them on pop songs, but it rarely happens on real life.<br /><br />But you might think that when a person love somebody like for example: Girlfriend/Boyfriend, Husband/Wives. Love exists right?? Like right now its Feb 14 and you can see love is everywhere, Couples kissing and hugging "EVERYWHERE" literally!<br /><br />But if you ask me do I still believe in love?? Yes I do, It's love not Santa Clause.<br />But what I'm talking about is the higher form love, you know like the love of Jah and Jesus shows to the mankind. Well that's very rare, no! actually no one in the whole wide world can do that. Even peace, its a simple word but its very hard to do especially to your enemy.<br /><br />For everyone love is like a weather, it changes constantly. but for me i think when it comes to love we should think deeper, than just roses and chocolates or hugs and kisses. I think once in a while we should reflect to the highest form of love, That is brotherly love.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Film and music industry made love superficial.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"</span></span><br /></div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-65356511306635837512011-01-16T16:40:00.005+08:002011-01-16T16:54:53.340+08:00My Shots No. 9<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar9sjhejJrjBbRFn3c-RsVTtwdY-JIUClPMHyMrauxXhuoqihpMXwyE_3Kw4c_PxLlLOvWymuBz8EVfsnfOWz9Hi42hgmeNlfbGuYeEgZTI4JYztKGmtCyZk1oK2_H5J_ivCdQ7RY9mCa/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar9sjhejJrjBbRFn3c-RsVTtwdY-JIUClPMHyMrauxXhuoqihpMXwyE_3Kw4c_PxLlLOvWymuBz8EVfsnfOWz9Hi42hgmeNlfbGuYeEgZTI4JYztKGmtCyZk1oK2_H5J_ivCdQ7RY9mCa/s400/DSC_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562703965726381122" border="0" /></a>Up hill<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5kFS8aVaDhSTlK7MCTKCe8X8q6s-fzT94ZlyvaXGgLB6qxxY_jV9JCBgsta_xmXeZjv5QPA0VarLr4LaWfANBHdfUuq1FN3CEwADemHBYoIhVLaLi9PD6q-B_p-UIVpurWP6EncpX-IP/s1600/DSC_0776.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5kFS8aVaDhSTlK7MCTKCe8X8q6s-fzT94ZlyvaXGgLB6qxxY_jV9JCBgsta_xmXeZjv5QPA0VarLr4LaWfANBHdfUuq1FN3CEwADemHBYoIhVLaLi9PD6q-B_p-UIVpurWP6EncpX-IP/s400/DSC_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562703316407214018" border="0" /></a>Beachhead<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFb4r5c0crgHHrcvQECHjLwjcQ31iWvhM_reZ8bPFYlbFQH1Uw3oMeMwX5DxZBGhAnRR2avEOdq8B0q03ttPbXgQS7hyphenhyphenm9n6zjogDZNCCowXhaTuSXF6dBqD-pO6jiOhDg-cvHfr4z2UJt/s1600/IMG_1897.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFb4r5c0crgHHrcvQECHjLwjcQ31iWvhM_reZ8bPFYlbFQH1Uw3oMeMwX5DxZBGhAnRR2avEOdq8B0q03ttPbXgQS7hyphenhyphenm9n6zjogDZNCCowXhaTuSXF6dBqD-pO6jiOhDg-cvHfr4z2UJt/s400/IMG_1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562702056290193570" border="0" /></a>Justapix<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwETPPoipFPz4r6UjLOCeuBepQazsTJItnwABfeU0ThGLv0rEf2xQa2C5jasipk1xBcLn1LVZ3nk_R5KPEUMKFPzRgqIlJOKOPs8JZqfOT5qHf18iTdidD6VHsfz3yOdLJ9r4P4PHArlGZ/s1600/DSC_0625.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwETPPoipFPz4r6UjLOCeuBepQazsTJItnwABfeU0ThGLv0rEf2xQa2C5jasipk1xBcLn1LVZ3nk_R5KPEUMKFPzRgqIlJOKOPs8JZqfOT5qHf18iTdidD6VHsfz3yOdLJ9r4P4PHArlGZ/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562701656918080882" border="0" /></a>Twilight<br /></div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-20708736952653719642011-01-09T14:43:00.010+08:002011-01-15T02:18:39.226+08:00Regrets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbP58VGYOJ1H5MVBG6mk_87kqCOd877cO6g7uNw4dEHPeoXrC1axXj__mOMzaynTUTw-93RQORuB2df1y7n4pg7f_2Muurh9pY2ACD4G1uxjtyHIEckyS4LN1gAcbA3fNVZrcCXgp2zBN/s1600/ihasafunny-regrets.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbP58VGYOJ1H5MVBG6mk_87kqCOd877cO6g7uNw4dEHPeoXrC1axXj__mOMzaynTUTw-93RQORuB2df1y7n4pg7f_2Muurh9pY2ACD4G1uxjtyHIEckyS4LN1gAcbA3fNVZrcCXgp2zBN/s400/ihasafunny-regrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560448532150024786" border="0" /></a><br />Why is it every time I'm losing someone or I didn't do what I have to do, I end up regretting?? I ask this question every time loneliness hits me. I don't know why?? Is it because I'm the kind of person that has so many regrets?? Or is it just I expect too much for some situation or for some person?? Yeah expectations = regrets.<br /><p class="MsoNormal">What I notice about myself is that I'm good adviser, and yet I cannot advise myself. I advise my friends that don't expect too much blah blah blah, and I always say to them that..<br /><br />"The more you expect the more you invite hurt and disappointments."<br /><br />But it seems like I am the one who's always expecting, and ending up in regrets. The feel of regretting is sucks, when I talked to the girl that I like before on Facebook and saw having a boyfriend which is obviously not me, I feel like having a total regrets for not saying to her that i like her. These feelings starting to build when she told me yesterday that:<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">"Why didn't you ask me before?? I didn't know...I always want to hang out with you back then."<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">BANG! REGRETS! SPLAT INTO MY FACE!</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">But now I guess, I learned my lessons well. Do it now what you gotta do or else you'll regret it someday.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I hope, I really learn..</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I hope..</span><br /></p>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-64666280507758153502011-01-01T04:40:00.005+08:002011-01-01T04:58:26.358+08:00BANG!<div style="text-align: center;">BANG!<br /><br />New year people are in hurry to buy a fireworks,<br />little they know their house will be on fire.<br />New year 2010 is gone,<br />whats next?? your fingers gone.<br /><br />New year peoples say "Its time to change",<br />but you can change any time.<br />Pollution, stray bullets, fireworks injury,<br />is that happy??<br /><br />New year happy or sad??<br />Is it new or still the same??<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-73136495789870921562010-12-28T14:56:00.003+08:002010-12-28T17:07:23.237+08:00Sadness<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINcM9VU6XkIKUHh_jbAp5QnEY0xAYpbemaAhjAujEyJbu2N5mmnehq7SMCaLou89D98LBUiEvMKBWWdtuDkuGjRGcL9P82TBLj4Yl121unWx-LpxUJsPfckddOstCZd7nWNQTmhr629aI/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINcM9VU6XkIKUHh_jbAp5QnEY0xAYpbemaAhjAujEyJbu2N5mmnehq7SMCaLou89D98LBUiEvMKBWWdtuDkuGjRGcL9P82TBLj4Yl121unWx-LpxUJsPfckddOstCZd7nWNQTmhr629aI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555656741719996706" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Sadness is like a virus, it keeps eating your brain even you don't want to.<br /><br />I don't want to, but why am i sad??<br /><br />:(<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-36299265154284234292010-12-06T21:06:00.005+08:002010-12-06T21:56:39.608+08:00The second button.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlV0eaIsz525w4It5cQWS3EIEO8A4JaXKlR-ehIOhSwMGold7s8gfXvs2LKvTZk4VB6maCYr3Up1HTueOdNmFzhe-L5e2qYIOGPEbwYNzWjBMpdgjsUQ_c00Zb1YYaYfWk7u2SDFloGq9/s1600/uni_06l.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlV0eaIsz525w4It5cQWS3EIEO8A4JaXKlR-ehIOhSwMGold7s8gfXvs2LKvTZk4VB6maCYr3Up1HTueOdNmFzhe-L5e2qYIOGPEbwYNzWjBMpdgjsUQ_c00Zb1YYaYfWk7u2SDFloGq9/s400/uni_06l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547565878687605698" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday when I was going to a friends house preparing myself, and try to wear my favorite polo shirt, I just notice that the second button from the top was missing. Well for us Filipinos it was nothing, but recently I was watching Japanese series, and I notice that there was this scenes that this young Japanese guy wearing a uniform was giving the second button from the top to the girl he likes in school.<br /><br />Well when I Google it they do this before their High school lives end, in short word "Graduation".<br />Why is it the second button from the top not from the top itself or below? Well for me I think because it is nearest to the heart, and before the school ends, the girl must know that you like her or care for her.<br /><br />I'm beginning to stop and think, that someday, somehow another girl will find my second button that I lost that day..Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-23690492228639891152010-11-09T08:58:00.009+08:002010-11-09T18:41:29.919+08:00Issue 101<div class="headword"><h2><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >Recently in the Philippines there are issues regarding racism. That is because one Korean actress Ms. Lee Da Hae commented and seems like making fun on the accents of Filipino teachers. Most of us Pinoys reacted too much on that issue, lets ask Mr. Webster </span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >what</span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >s the meaning of RACISM. :D</span></h2>rac·ism <span class="main-fl"><em>noun</em> </span><span class="pr">\<span class="unicode">ˈ</span>rā-<span class="unicode">ˌ</span>si-zəm <em>also</em> -<span class="unicode">ˌ</span>shi-\</span></div><h2 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="def-header"><span>Definition of <em>RACISM</em></span></h2><div class="sblk"><div class="snum">1</div><div class="scnt"><span class="ssens"> <strong>:</strong> a belief that race <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race </span></div></div><div class="sblk"><div class="snum">2</div><div class="scnt"><span class="ssens"> <strong>:</strong> racial<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> prejudice or discrimination </span></div></div><div class="r">— <strong>rac·ist</strong><span class="pr"> \-sist <em>also</em> -shist\</span> <em>noun or adjective<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Before we react violently on what Ms. Lee Da Hae said on that television show, lets look ourselves in the mirror first. Most Asian people are racist including Filipinos, and thats the sad truth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FACTS :<br /><br />Remember our parents told us when we are young that we will sold to the Bumbays if we become naughty?<br /><br />Most of us Tagalog speaking people laughed when we heard a Visayan speaks our dialect. And that is because of the accent.<br /><br />Why is it we are so stereotype regarding Visayans are mostly katulong, that Ilocanos are kuripot or maitim, Pampangos are mayayabang?<br /><br />Sad to say that most of us calling our brothers in central Luzon "Ita" the ones who has dark skinned and curly hair.<br /><br />Many of us Filipinos calling Black people "Egoy" when the politically correct term is African American.<br /></span></span></em> </div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754095565423482507.post-45272787180572432372010-10-27T14:05:00.004+08:002010-10-27T14:18:15.132+08:00Cute without an E<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSua1cmplTXUVSIQSUnu-qMebNu1q5QW8vvrsLI4SUaLcl9g7q2RewJt4M8DKHD3CsN6gnHtNJCIGOVjGcwKQ1xUzkC9RFEhXfub8Q0n40eqhlemZf3BDbdA-cKXMtUDwa4F8IhXCOfGaH/s1600/DSCN1064.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSua1cmplTXUVSIQSUnu-qMebNu1q5QW8vvrsLI4SUaLcl9g7q2RewJt4M8DKHD3CsN6gnHtNJCIGOVjGcwKQ1xUzkC9RFEhXfub8Q0n40eqhlemZf3BDbdA-cKXMtUDwa4F8IhXCOfGaH/s400/DSCN1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532605026364002290" border="0" /></a> Going to Korean BBQ after assembly<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35MPQWKQFGmOUEzDLM5Y6Nlm4BTqMkIH9h7WGh37ubVPXzz4XTHeiII1ayYCbu32qJy_OFN4m0TIVRHsRq2y_jc3Ku7nrdv9qErAk5UhHauG5W_CADIJu2q8RSWKfp-rUvzcKlsuq8A_K/s1600/DSCN1077.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35MPQWKQFGmOUEzDLM5Y6Nlm4BTqMkIH9h7WGh37ubVPXzz4XTHeiII1ayYCbu32qJy_OFN4m0TIVRHsRq2y_jc3Ku7nrdv9qErAk5UhHauG5W_CADIJu2q8RSWKfp-rUvzcKlsuq8A_K/s400/DSCN1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532605018207093634" border="0" /></a><br />Group pics<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOXWGm1DjXs-cXC6sAYSRl3iGN2gJQJQYherl2dE1MrJMfD1OoEF_PDTAoXAWzbJ3UsmhxcCsxgLPkMjJwQLeFTbJSC4wTF6tWThdXGd0kcvPwLya3fmju70MxzUrFKozCldr2SSctfYd/s1600/DSCN1076.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOXWGm1DjXs-cXC6sAYSRl3iGN2gJQJQYherl2dE1MrJMfD1OoEF_PDTAoXAWzbJ3UsmhxcCsxgLPkMjJwQLeFTbJSC4wTF6tWThdXGd0kcvPwLya3fmju70MxzUrFKozCldr2SSctfYd/s400/DSCN1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532603934651782002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">CUTE w/o an E<br /></div>Joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428407444240675684noreply@blogger.com1