<?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-2232239782039361286</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:49:34.484+04:00</updated><category term='Nisan'/><category term='secret'/><category term='ADD Writers Guild'/><category term='dad'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Countless Treasures'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='eli soriano'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Abiv'/><category term='clown'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='free'/><category term='kapatid'/><category term='hedwig'/><category term='kaanib.net'/><category term='her'/><category term='train'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='palaboy'/><category term='Christian life'/><category term='RYU'/><category term='riyadh'/><category term='kaibigan'/><category term='youth'/><category term='mayaman'/><category term='wars'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='No Retreat'/><category term='Maybelle Razon'/><category term='Maybelle'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='mother'/><category term='encounter'/><category term='cake'/><category term='hero'/><category term='my girl'/><category term='raven'/><category term='No Surrender'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='high-tech'/><category term='vice'/><category term='Lando'/><category term='I thank You'/><category term='she'/><category term='illusions'/><category term='video games'/><category term='I Love you'/><category term='ADDBA'/><category term='MMC'/><category term='God'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='mahirap'/><category term='world'/><category term='lost friendship'/><category term='blog'/><category term='life'/><category term='Pasalamat'/><category term='computer games'/><category term='nick of time'/><category term='You'/><category term='leaders'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='cool'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='street fighter'/><category term='Daniel Razon'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Lokal ng Muscat'/><category term='Oman'/><category term='virus'/><category term='religion'/><category term='power'/><category term='kktk'/><category term='bestfriends'/><category term='Gabriel'/><category term='my conviction'/><category term='campus'/><title type='text'>eduard kenneth s. au's website™</title><subtitle type='html'>This strange website is a creation by Eduard Kenneth S. Au. There are some games to play, music to listen to and some other stuff here. This web log is peculiar and not like any other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2452865983267127756</id><published>2009-08-08T23:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:18:29.721+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RYU'/><title type='text'>RYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 73px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I actually made a poem about a video game character named RYU. He is from the Street Fighter game and is very famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:48.0pt;"&gt;Ryu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A man destined to be a world warrior,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He has shown great fighting skills and valor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He goes from one country to another,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfecting his skills learned from his master.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s a good friend and a real hero too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s always saved the world from Shadaloo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being adept in self-control and good,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He always amazes a kid or two.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, he journeys once more to fight evil,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bringing with him great courage and goodwill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A brand new chapter begins at a glance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fate of the world lies in his strong hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2452865983267127756?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2452865983267127756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2452865983267127756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2009/08/ryu.html' title='RYU'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-9137163329886464192</id><published>2009-03-08T11:23:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:23:35.791+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My IQ     ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Free IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l127.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="Free IQ Test" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Free IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Free IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNjQ5Njg5NjcxOCZwdD*xMjM2NDk2OTgwOTg*JnA9MTA5MTkxJmQ9RklRJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1Njg1MDFkMWNjZTE*YjY*OWVhMzc2ZDdlOTE5ODI1Mg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-9137163329886464192?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/9137163329886464192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/9137163329886464192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-iq.html' title='My IQ     ^_^'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6121958909488573235</id><published>2008-10-30T01:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:55:08.079+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat sa Dios!</title><content type='html'>Salamat sa Dios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa Dios sa Kan’yang gabay,&lt;br /&gt;Palagi, Siya’y umaalalay.&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan N’ya ating buhay,&lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y mapagmahal, tunay na tunay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo’y nagkukulang, tunay ito.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit Siya’y mapagtiis, opo.&lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y ating alayang buong puso,&lt;br /&gt;Gawang mabuti’t pag-pupuri po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wag tayong tatalikod sa Kan’ya.&lt;br /&gt;Ang ating pag-asa’y tanging Siya.&lt;br /&gt;Maglingkod tayo habang may hinga,&lt;br /&gt;Kapatawara’y igagawad N’ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibigin mo nga ang Panginoon,&lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y umakay sa ‘tin mula pa ‘non!&lt;br /&gt;Sambahin Siya, bukas at ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ng mga unang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ika’y nagkasala, magsisi!&lt;br /&gt;H’wag nating husgahan ang sarili.&lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y may habag sa nagkakamali,&lt;br /&gt;Kung ‘di nananadya’t umuulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tunay na Kristiano’y may awa,&lt;br /&gt;Maging sa mga kaaway pa nga.&lt;br /&gt;Kabangisan po’y wala sa kan’ya,&lt;br /&gt;Inaralan kasi ng Dios Ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, ako nga po’y tumutula.&lt;br /&gt;Paumanhin na po sa abala.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa ko’y magpuri sa Dios Ama.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa mga kaloob Niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang amin pong tulang inihanda,&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y nagdulot sa inyo’ng saya.&lt;br /&gt;Nais nami’y paglingkuran Siya.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng kapuriha’y sa Ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6121958909488573235?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6121958909488573235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6121958909488573235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/10/salamat-sa-dios.html' title='Salamat sa Dios!'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3141082293458636391</id><published>2008-10-30T01:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:53:54.418+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lokal ng Muscat'/><title type='text'>Lokal ng Muscat, Oman</title><content type='html'>Lokal ng Muscat, Oman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang Lokal ng Muscat, Oman,&lt;br /&gt;Masaya po dito, maliit man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sa tungkuli’y nagtutulungan,&lt;br /&gt;Bahagi din kami ng katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lokal na ito ay bata pa,&lt;br /&gt;Tumitingala sa mga kuya.&lt;br /&gt;Tutularan mga halimbawa,&lt;br /&gt;Upang ang kabanala’y magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galing ay aming sinasanay po,&lt;br /&gt;Upang mapakinabangan ito.&lt;br /&gt;Magbanal kahit nasa disyerto,&lt;br /&gt;Nang kahusayan nga ay matamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumisita po kayo sa amin,&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na tunay inyong dalhin.&lt;br /&gt;Kagalaka’y pagsaluhan natin.&lt;br /&gt;Purihin ang Dios na mahabagin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3141082293458636391?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3141082293458636391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3141082293458636391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/10/lokal-ng-muscat-oman.html' title='Lokal ng Muscat, Oman'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3571680364257332769</id><published>2008-08-24T04:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:47:21.636+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><title type='text'>I Love You, Lord</title><content type='html'>I Love You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Lord, you are my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t leave me, God, listen to my call.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made mistakes, some are big, some are small.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, understand me, for you are my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your love, I survived each stressful day.&lt;br /&gt;I am near you, if I just always pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me what to do and what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Master, I’ll always love you, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still dream about my tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be in heaven, feel love so mellow,&lt;br /&gt;Only happiness and no more sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;God has caught me with His holy lasso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3571680364257332769?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3571680364257332769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3571680364257332769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-lord.html' title='I Love You, Lord'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3222875198786286251</id><published>2008-08-22T17:02:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:03:48.750+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><title type='text'>Video Games</title><content type='html'>Video Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing video games is really nice fun,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to enjoy it everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Being the best is in my master plan.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll use my skills to change this world, my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD’s, DVD’s, and Blu-Ray discs too.&lt;br /&gt;They present games that pack a wallop, true!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I like games that do rule,&lt;br /&gt;And not the games that are very much crude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video games have brought me much happiness,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes they bring me close to madness.&lt;br /&gt;What I learned is to not play in excess.&lt;br /&gt;Self-control, it is the key to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3222875198786286251?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3222875198786286251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3222875198786286251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-games.html' title='Video Games'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3413964396204450725</id><published>2008-02-24T00:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:24:02.311+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurea Cabral</title><content type='html'>Aurea Cabral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurea Cabral is my very name,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting evil is my favorite game.&lt;br /&gt;If you follow me and do what I aim,&lt;br /&gt;Surely, your life will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts don’t scare me and neither do robbers,&lt;br /&gt;Not even pirates who sail the waters.&lt;br /&gt;I am courageous, oh, jeepers creepers!&lt;br /&gt;My Lord protects me from all attackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is never consumed with troubles,&lt;br /&gt;Not ever have I worried at any cause.&lt;br /&gt;That’s because what I have makes me reach goals.&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him, He catches when a good man falls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3413964396204450725?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3413964396204450725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3413964396204450725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/02/aurea-cabral.html' title='Aurea Cabral'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6344223215473972417</id><published>2008-02-24T00:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:23:22.960+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hedwig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Hedwig</title><content type='html'>Hedwig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I am brother Eduard Kenneth Au.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you a little story now.&lt;br /&gt;It is about Harry Potter’s pet owl,&lt;br /&gt;Hedwig is it’s name, it’s very bright, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s got large round golden eyes. Listen up!&lt;br /&gt;It’s got icy white feathers, and won’t flop.&lt;br /&gt;It’s loyal to Harry and will not stop,&lt;br /&gt;To serve it’s master till it’s blood’s last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A messenger to Potter, this bird is.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever try to take it, oh please!&lt;br /&gt;Or else, it’s owner will cry and lose ease.&lt;br /&gt;And then sis Leiden will say, “What is this?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Orbase is a fan of Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she’ll watch his upcoming movie.&lt;br /&gt;If for you, this poem’s vile, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a new poet, it ain’t easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing’s about a truehearted hooter,&lt;br /&gt;An owl that’s a true friend to it’s master.&lt;br /&gt;She stands above the rest, oh I utter.&lt;br /&gt;She’s courageous and bright and won’t falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a nice owl to take care of, it’s true!&lt;br /&gt;And she really is alive, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Harry learned a new trick out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, Hedwig was back to boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6344223215473972417?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6344223215473972417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6344223215473972417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2008/02/hedwig.html' title='Hedwig'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4237254387159471272</id><published>2007-11-24T16:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:13:03.618+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I thank You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God, I thank You</title><content type='html'>God, I thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a nobody seeking joy,&lt;br /&gt;Just a simpleton dreaming to be coy,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who couldn’t even buy a toy,&lt;br /&gt;A man, incompetent to use a ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, enjoying Your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope, comfort and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for all that, Your Loftiness.&lt;br /&gt;You have unfathomable seemliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to be a righteous servant,&lt;br /&gt;I sin, falling short of being gallant.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never quit, though I am just a grunt,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz my dreams, I know someday, You will grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of reaching heaven, my Lord God.&lt;br /&gt;There, I’ll sing praises to Thee like a bard.&lt;br /&gt;Today, while on this Earth, I will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;I will serve thee till my last drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, please help me in my weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;In times when I’m confused and too clueless.&lt;br /&gt;For with your help, I can attain success,&lt;br /&gt;Without You, I’d rot in imperfectness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank You, Father, for all that You’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me my all, and my sweet someone.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my sins, oh, Most Holy One.&lt;br /&gt;Your Majesty, thank You, You made me man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4237254387159471272?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4237254387159471272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4237254387159471272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-i-thank-you.html' title='God, I thank You'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4526691696887607333</id><published>2007-11-13T09:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:05:07.607+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><title type='text'>Free Software that Every Computer User should Have</title><content type='html'>Free Software that Every Computer User should Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania (&lt;a href="http://www.stepmania.com/"&gt;http://www.stepmania.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania is a free software by Chris Danford which is much like Dance Dance Revolution in a lot of ways but proves superior in overall quality. The main advantage of this software is customizability. Players can create custom songs using mp3 or ogg files and can tweak almost every part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is played by pressing arrow keys on a keyboard or on a dance mat when an&lt;br /&gt;upward scrolling arrow meets a stationary one. Scores are based on how accurately the player triggers the arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many players love this game because it gives them exercise. Also, dancing can be a thrilling hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software license allows you to modify the game and distribute it without infringing any copyright laws. You are only required to copy a certain part of the original license and paste it to your own variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania 4.0 is already in development but for those who can’t wait, they can download the older versions in the official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania clearly delivers the exhilaration needed in a dance sim. You need not cough out a few bucks to enjoy something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4526691696887607333?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4526691696887607333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4526691696887607333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-software-that-every-computer-user.html' title='Free Software that Every Computer User should Have'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3622656459649632440</id><published>2007-11-10T16:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:52:07.881+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><title type='text'>11 FREE Things You Just Can’t Afford Not to Have</title><content type='html'>11 FREE Things You Just Can’t Afford Not to Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free Electronic Bible for Your Computer&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.e-sword.net/"&gt;http://www.e-sword.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It’s a must have for Bible readers. You even get to have a version for pocket PC’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free Bible for Your Mobile Phones&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://gobible.jolon.org/"&gt;http://gobible.jolon.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You want to always bring a bible but got no space for it? Here’s the solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Free Electronic Dictionary/Thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://wordweb.info/"&gt;http://wordweb.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Enrich your vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Free Comic Books&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.freecomicbooks.org/"&gt;http://www.freecomicbooks.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Want to read free Marvel, DC and Archie comics? Download ‘em here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Free Video Software&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.dvdvideosoft.com/"&gt;http://www.dvdvideosoft.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Have fun with a bunch of free video software here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Free Webspace for Your Blog&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/start"&gt;https://www.blogger.com/start&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Create your own website in minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Free MMORPG&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.freemmorpglist.com/"&gt;http://www.freemmorpglist.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Have fun playing these free online RPG’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Free Books&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;http://www.gutenberg.org/wiki/Main_Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Free Karaoke/Midi Player and Songs&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.vanbasco.com/"&gt;http://www.vanbasco.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bask in singing today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Free E-Zines&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/"&gt;http://www.arcamax.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Receive free electronic magazines on your e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Free Online Storage&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://box.net/"&gt;http://box.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Store files with a total size of up to 1GB online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3622656459649632440?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3622656459649632440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3622656459649632440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-free-things-you-just-cant-afford-not.html' title='11 FREE Things You Just Can’t Afford Not to Have'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3557878431008009758</id><published>2007-10-30T10:19:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:19:45.756+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror and what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;Reflection. It almost looks like the real me.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it isn’t. It’s just an image.&lt;br /&gt;Just like your fake love for me which is garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you care and want me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you with somebody else, missy?&lt;br /&gt;It would be better if you tell me frankly.&lt;br /&gt;Admit that you love another and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the water, I see reflection.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of your pseudo affection.&lt;br /&gt;Your hugs and smiles hide the truth effectively.&lt;br /&gt;But I can see it in your eyes, so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that you’re with, do you really love him?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just dallying with his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid that he might end up just like me.&lt;br /&gt;A victim of subterfuge, oh, you skanky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? You can change. There’s still hope left.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be a lady, turn away from theft.&lt;br /&gt;Stealing the hearts of people is not decent.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a crime, girl, and you know, you should repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last look at my reflection and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I recall the days when your love was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;You’re a two-timer now and I do hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time when we shared love that’s true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3557878431008009758?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3557878431008009758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3557878431008009758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8464448601457664199</id><published>2007-10-28T05:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T05:36:19.936+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><title type='text'>Power of Youth</title><content type='html'>Power of Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look inside you, feel it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in there, something like a park.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so magnificent, full of vigor.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the power of youth you should savour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t squander it, put it to good use, friend.&lt;br /&gt;Else, you’ll be sorry and cry in the end.&lt;br /&gt;With this power, you can do lot’s of things,&lt;br /&gt;Just think about the joy a good deed brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not indulge in smoking and liquor,&lt;br /&gt;Those things are bad, and they cause some terror.&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthy and have lots of exercise,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take care of our own bodies, it’s nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we move closer to God, brothers?&lt;br /&gt;He gave us all, including our fathers.&lt;br /&gt;Practice holiness and serve Him truly.&lt;br /&gt;Love one another. Let’s seek Him early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance for salvation is not there always.&lt;br /&gt;Grab the opportunity, change your ways.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s strive for sanctity; our knees, let’s bend.&lt;br /&gt;A time will come when the whole world will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you gain the whole world indeed,&lt;br /&gt;It’s useless if you’re in a wicked creed.&lt;br /&gt;For what shall gold profit a somebody,&lt;br /&gt;If he’ll lose his soul for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I tell you, my beloved friend,&lt;br /&gt;Use your power to repent, not offend.&lt;br /&gt;Never act like a savage, it’s not good.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, let us all do what we should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8464448601457664199?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8464448601457664199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8464448601457664199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/power-of-youth.html' title='Power of Youth'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2447760328894789436</id><published>2007-10-25T11:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:37:16.717+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palaboy'/><title type='text'>The Lone Cowboy</title><content type='html'>The Lone Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my empty wallet are alike,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t have cash and neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;My washed-out pants remind me of my brain,&lt;br /&gt;It’s got heavy damage, oh, what a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jacket I wear looks a bit cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a tall guy but I’m a bit skinny.&lt;br /&gt;See, I’m a wanderer, a lone cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;In tagalog, I’m called a “palaboy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a car and I don’t have a house.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez! I don’t know if I can get a spouse.&lt;br /&gt;I love her but she’s too busy to care,&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, but I believe life’s fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give her the world, brother.&lt;br /&gt;But all that I got is my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she’ll be my wife only in dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Things can be a lot harsher than it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2447760328894789436?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2447760328894789436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2447760328894789436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/lone-cowboy.html' title='The Lone Cowboy'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5856160418318570701</id><published>2007-10-24T04:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T04:52:25.171+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusions'/><title type='text'>Winter Illusions</title><content type='html'>Winter Illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out the window to watch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;You’re all over my mind, I realize.&lt;br /&gt;I decide to take a short walk outside.&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused, my heart’s beating wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t focus on anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m unreliable, lost joy somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I reminisce the days I first saw thou.&lt;br /&gt;You’re with someone else now, my heart says “Ow!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I can see is your pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will I see another with such grace?&lt;br /&gt;Losing you hurt me much these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;But you were never mine, in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop by the beach to watch the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most resplendent rainbow yet.&lt;br /&gt;Lasting all night, baffling my intellect,&lt;br /&gt;That winter illusion eased my heartache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5856160418318570701?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5856160418318570701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5856160418318570701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/winter-illusions.html' title='Winter Illusions'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-7117855627434004717</id><published>2007-10-09T18:13:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:13:38.025+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipolo City</title><content type='html'>Antipolo City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re planning on visiting Antipolo City, you have better prepared for a roller-coaster like ride of your life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right at the entrance of the city, you’ll notice that it’s not quite like any ordinary place. It’s not that great but it is kind of unique. Beautiful are the winding roads that lead to the city proper. The hustle and bustle in the city’s central market goes on and on almost twenty-four hours a day. The city doesn’t have that many tall buildings and it doesn’t have that much green parks either but its beauty comes from variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city, you’ll meet different kinds of people from different walks of life. There are honest and good- mannered people but there are also some stupid and crooked ones too. In this urban jungle, one has to be wise to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city has one of the largest numbers of registered motorcycles in the country. That is primarily due to the fact that tricycle transportation is the leading mode of travel in the city. For this reason, it is advised that visitants bring a hanky to cover their noses when touring the city as protection from soot and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all kinds of shop crowd the city. One kind of them are the computer shops that are located all over the center of the city, each seemingly having different characteristics and charges. A lot of clothing shops also herd in the city. There’s almost every shop for every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real attraction in the city for us Christians though, are the brethren residing in the city. They are friendly and are really very caring. The locale in the city has more than five hundred registered members and is set to get bigger. Though the brethren in the city are not that rich in material objects, they are wealthy in spiritual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city belongs to the Rizal Region, the region owning the team that championed  before in the Ang Dating Daan Basketball Association (ADDBA) tournament held in Apalit, Pampangga. I’m really not sure how many times they acquired the championship trophy but I’m sure that they deserved it really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our locale in the city, you’ll find good basketball players ready to play any team that comes in their way. Beating them is a herculean challenge. So come to the city and experience the hospitality of our brethren there. Enjoy the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-7117855627434004717?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7117855627434004717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7117855627434004717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/antipolo-city.html' title='Antipolo City'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2061694840216899703</id><published>2007-10-09T18:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:03:48.845+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Far Away from Home</title><content type='html'>Life Far Away from Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people get lonely. Sometimes they just can’t help but cry. Even somebody so small like me wouldn’t find it hard to notice that one of the things that make people really blue is living far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our brethren have been living here in the Middle East for more than ten years now. Yes, they now call this place their second home but it just isn’t the same. Home is where your loved ones are, not where you’re working at. Sometimes they go and visit the Philippines but those visitations usually last only a month. Though they try to hide it, I sometimes see the pain that are in their hearts, the pain that they hide with a felicitous smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t tell anybody not to miss their loved ones. It’s just like telling a baby not to cry. It’s impossible. But it is very possible to overcome that sadness. Just like our brethren here, their faith in God is what keeps them smiling. They know that at the end of all the sorrow and grief that they are experiencing here on Earth, they will have everlasting happiness in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I am sure will aggravate this melancholy is if their loved ones end up in peril. The knowledge that the ones you hold dear are in safe condition will certainly make you happy, otherwise, it will subject you to gloom. One’s fear that his beloved ones might be in trouble could really give him some depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can do to make certain that your brethren from far-off will stay elated is staying in the true Church of God. If a brother who got separated from home hears news that his loved ones remain faithful followers of Christ, he will absolutely feel bliss in his heart. He will then be able to get a good night’s sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life far away from home is hard, but you can make it easier for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2061694840216899703?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2061694840216899703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2061694840216899703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-far-away-from-home.html' title='Life Far Away from Home'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2002326650522322835</id><published>2007-10-09T17:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:39:19.428+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Spending a Holiday</title><content type='html'>Spending a Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun’s risen and is shining so bright,&lt;br /&gt;The birds have begun their majestic flight,&lt;br /&gt;The trees are jolly, oh, it’s quite a sight!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s now wake up and start this morning right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, say your prayers, then fix your bed,&lt;br /&gt;Have your breakfast, it’s nice to eat some bread.&lt;br /&gt;Today is holiday, relax your head,&lt;br /&gt;Sing, dance, have your creativity fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and contemplate a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Think of all that God gave you as a gift;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, siblings and even your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;You should thank Him, He that has made you breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and be glad all throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Use your freedom; don’t abuse it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time reading the bible today,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what your preacher has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon rises and the sun has set,&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s time to dine and have some rest.&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve done good and did it to fullest,&lt;br /&gt;You know you’ve spent your day doing your best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2002326650522322835?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2002326650522322835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2002326650522322835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/10/spending-holiday.html' title='Spending a Holiday'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3974099469705300770</id><published>2007-09-25T01:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:59:15.833+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost friendship'/><title type='text'>LOST FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>LOST FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a brother to me,&lt;br /&gt;A friend since puerility.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had such fun and glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what had happened,&lt;br /&gt;You changed all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;You see me now as rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’d our precious bonding go?&lt;br /&gt;You trashed it like dump, boyo.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with your ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you seem like you care,&lt;br /&gt;Like the good friend that you were.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, you are viler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we bring back the old times,&lt;br /&gt;When everything was so fine?&lt;br /&gt;You are my brother, old chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I done something wrong, pal?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you tell me right now?&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to fix this somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bear this in mind,&lt;br /&gt;If you’re ever coming back,&lt;br /&gt;You’re always welcome here, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now busy with this girl,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this maiden’s really fair!&lt;br /&gt;On our wedding… hope you’re there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3974099469705300770?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3974099469705300770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3974099469705300770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-friendship.html' title='LOST FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8374063935588740224</id><published>2007-08-24T03:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:57:35.300+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><title type='text'>Gosh!</title><content type='html'>Grabe, na-block po d2 sa bansa namin sa Oman itong blog ko. D bale, nabubuksan ko p po naman e. Buti na lang may redirect url ako. Haaaayyyyy....... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8374063935588740224?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8374063935588740224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8374063935588740224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/gosh.html' title='Gosh!'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6291927131238113849</id><published>2007-08-23T03:28:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:28:51.860+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riyadh'/><title type='text'>Sa Kaibigan Kong si Riyadh</title><content type='html'>Sa Kaibigan Kong si Riyadh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kaibigan ko pong si Riyadh&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-aaral siya’y masipag&lt;br /&gt;Maghapon kanyang inaatupag&lt;br /&gt;Kanyang mga kwaderno at aklat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung makisama, siya’y mahusay&lt;br /&gt;Laging sinusunod kanyang nanay&lt;br /&gt;S’ya ay hindi mahilig sa away&lt;br /&gt;Sa kapwa’y laging umaalalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aral lagi s’yang nakikinig&lt;br /&gt;Angal ay hindi mo maririnig&lt;br /&gt;Ugali’y parang magandang himig&lt;br /&gt;Sa babae ay hindi mahilig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y mapagkakatiwalaan&lt;br /&gt;Sa pera o kahit ano pa man&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay hindi isang bulaan&lt;br /&gt;‘Yan ay tunay at katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw nga ay maglingkod na tapat&lt;br /&gt;Upang hindi ka maging salat&lt;br /&gt;Sa espiritwal na bagay nga at&lt;br /&gt;Sa kaligayahang walang sukat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maglakbay ka nga, oh kapatid ko&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa ibabaw ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sakdal na aral ay baunin mo&lt;br /&gt;Tuparin ang mga pangarap mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6291927131238113849?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6291927131238113849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6291927131238113849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sa-kaibigan-kong-si-riyadh.html' title='Sa Kaibigan Kong si Riyadh'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8791704415013118028</id><published>2007-08-23T03:27:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:28:04.666+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Game of Life</title><content type='html'>Game of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are oftentimes so rough&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I don’t have enough&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I couldn’t even laugh&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Life is so tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do that, and this&lt;br /&gt;Improve my life that’s so amiss&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel some kind of bliss&lt;br /&gt;And give sorrow a goodbye kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look, my lips, they keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;My fervent hope keeps me living&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s a new journeying&lt;br /&gt;Triumph is mine for the taking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8791704415013118028?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8791704415013118028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8791704415013118028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/game-of-life.html' title='Game of Life'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3190490443465611766</id><published>2007-08-23T03:27:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:27:37.057+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for all that I have done&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me ‘coz I don’t want you gone&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve done things that are stupid&lt;br /&gt;I sent you messages that were frigid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret all the things that I have done&lt;br /&gt;Listen, it’s part of my being human&lt;br /&gt;Please understand, I make mistakes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;All that I can offer you now are rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you give me another chance, darling?&lt;br /&gt;I really do need now your forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t you let me prove my love for you?&lt;br /&gt;So we can share sweetness that’s so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3190490443465611766?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3190490443465611766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3190490443465611766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3963721851604567283</id><published>2007-08-17T20:15:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:15:34.632+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatid'/><title type='text'>Sa Kaibigan Kong Si Alfonso</title><content type='html'>Sa Kaibigan Kong Si Alfonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kaibigan kong si Alfonso&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay matulunging totoo&lt;br /&gt;Ibibigay ang kailangan mo&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasa kakayahan n’ya ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabanalan siya’y masikap&lt;br /&gt;Pananampalataya’y maalab&lt;br /&gt;Kayamanan ay hindi hinangad&lt;br /&gt;Makapaglingkod lamang ng tapat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay aking hinahangaan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanyang tunay na katapangan&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway di kinakatakutan&lt;br /&gt;Kundi tanging ang Diyos nga lamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, siya’y aking hinangaan&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat siya’y may katapatan&lt;br /&gt;Na hinding-hindi mapapantayan&lt;br /&gt;Ng kahit na sinomang bulaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Alfonso, aking kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo’y puro na kasamaan&lt;br /&gt;Iyo nga itong pakaiwasan&lt;br /&gt;Nang matamo buhay walang hanggan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, kaibigan kong Alfonso&lt;br /&gt;Sa paglalakbay ay gamitin mo&lt;br /&gt;Mga aral na natutunan mo&lt;br /&gt;Nang ang tagumpay ay makamit mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3963721851604567283?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3963721851604567283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3963721851604567283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sa-kaibigan-kong-si-alfonso.html' title='Sa Kaibigan Kong Si Alfonso'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2146708458196812254</id><published>2007-08-17T20:14:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:14:57.892+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatid'/><title type='text'>Ang Kaibigan kong si Mark</title><content type='html'>Ang Kaibigan kong si Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay may isang kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Mark nga po ang kaniyang pangalan&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y tunay na maaasahan&lt;br /&gt;Sa oras ng pangangailangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na siya po ay may hika&lt;br /&gt;Sa pasalamat di nawawala&lt;br /&gt;Tunay po na matiyaga siya&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabanalang ginagawa n’ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y hindi madaldal na tao&lt;br /&gt;Siya rin ay isang pasensyoso&lt;br /&gt;Kahit nga po siya’y may talento&lt;br /&gt;Di niya pinagyayabang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya nga po ay hindi magastos&lt;br /&gt;Salapi n’ya’y hindi inuubos&lt;br /&gt;Nang pag-aabuloy ay malubos&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat ito nga po ay utos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya po ay tinitingala ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil po sa mga nakita ko&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y isang matuwid na tao&lt;br /&gt;Aral ay tinutupad, totoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mark, aking kaibigang tunay&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-ayuno ika’y magsanay&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat ito nga ay pampatibay&lt;br /&gt;Para ‘di magapi ng kaaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2146708458196812254?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2146708458196812254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2146708458196812254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-kaibigan-kong-si-mark.html' title='Ang Kaibigan kong si Mark'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1526923110776230901</id><published>2007-08-17T20:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:13:49.819+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatid'/><title type='text'>Bro Lito Nambio</title><content type='html'>Bro Lito Nambio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa inyo, ako ay may ikukuwento&lt;br /&gt;Isang lalake na tunay na maamo&lt;br /&gt;Ang pangalan niya ay Carlito Nambio&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasipagan niya ay walang tatalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay malinis at tunay na tapat&lt;br /&gt;Laging nagbibigay ng higit sa sapat&lt;br /&gt;Pananalig niya’y hindi mawawalat&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang araw ay di na sumikat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay hindi may mainiting ulo&lt;br /&gt;At hindi rin nag-uugaling magulo&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagkakatipon ay laging nadalo&lt;br /&gt;Ang ugali n’ya ay tunay na panalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi s’yang nagwawalis ng kalat&lt;br /&gt;Sa kahinahunan siya’y hindi salat&lt;br /&gt;Ang alay ko sa kanya ay isang sulat&lt;br /&gt;Kabutihan ny’a’y halos di ko masukat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y lagi kang ganyan, Brother Carlito&lt;br /&gt;Ako po sa iyo ay sumasaludo&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga po sa mga pagpapagal mo&lt;br /&gt;Na alam po naming bukal sa ‘yong puso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatanda nga man po ang iyong balat&lt;br /&gt;Kabanalan mo po’y hindi naglilikat&lt;br /&gt;Pagiging asin mo’y tunay na maalat&lt;br /&gt;Batid ko po iyan sa aking ulirat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1526923110776230901?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1526923110776230901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1526923110776230901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/bro-lito-nambio.html' title='Bro Lito Nambio'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-7189545536625058832</id><published>2007-08-10T18:52:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:52:36.110+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Gabriel</title><content type='html'>Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Gabriel and I’m twenty-three years old,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’m gonna have my story told.&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully to what I will say,&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll get to know me, yippee-ki-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real name is Eduard Kenneth S. Au,&lt;br /&gt;I’m working at a coffee shop right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a mom but I don’t have a dad,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the siblings I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at the Middle East Asia today,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz this is the place of my work, yehey!&lt;br /&gt;I’m at Muscat, Oman to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’m a poor guy. It’s just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making poems is a nice pastime for me,&lt;br /&gt;I also surf the web so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a tall, bespectacled, geeky guy,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bit good at English, my, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my nickname, “Gabriel”, very much!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my granny’s ever caring touch.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a house, I’m a wanderer.&lt;br /&gt;I take medicine just to get slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams lives so far from me.&lt;br /&gt;She’s not like the girls you usually see.&lt;br /&gt;She works in Cavite as a dentist,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll protect her from bad guys with my fist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a guy who’s six feet and one inch tall,&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, this lad loves to play basketball!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been playing video games since childhood,&lt;br /&gt;I was best at it, of the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only reached up to first year college.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a thin guy and my brain’s got damage.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to get a wife,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz of many sad reasons, oh that’s life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to boyband music,&lt;br /&gt;I hate noisy songs, it makes me feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming of playing soccer someday,&lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing to learn taekwondo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the truth, faith, love and righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by my brethren’s greatness.&lt;br /&gt;I look up to them and their examples,&lt;br /&gt;To me, they are one of His best artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now told you a lot about me,&lt;br /&gt;That’s enough for now, I hope you’ll meet me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can be friends. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, see you soon, I enjoyed my stay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-7189545536625058832?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7189545536625058832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7189545536625058832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/gabriel.html' title='Gabriel'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4812114610220921748</id><published>2007-08-10T18:50:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:52:00.057+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lando'/><title type='text'>Sa Kaibigan Kong  Si Rolando</title><content type='html'>Sa Kaibigan Kong  Si Rolando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kaibigan kong si Rolando&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y isang tapat at totoo&lt;br /&gt;Sa Dios, siya’y masunuring tao&lt;br /&gt;Diyan ay hanga talaga ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang alinlangan kung gumawa&lt;br /&gt;Sa puso niya’y puno ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;Maalalahanin pa sa kapwa&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y wala nang hahanapin pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolando, sana’y maalala mo&lt;br /&gt;Mga payo ni Ingkong sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Na laging magsisilbing gabay mo&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagyaon ng buhay sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tungkulin ay h’wag kang bibitiw&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na aking kapatid, giliw&lt;br /&gt;Aral sa puso mo’y h’wag magmaliw&lt;br /&gt;Dios sa iyo’y magbibigay aliw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magpakabanal ka, kapatid ko&lt;br /&gt;Manatili sa pagtawag sa ‘yo&lt;br /&gt;Nang sa katapusa’y makamit mo&lt;br /&gt;Kaligayahang tunay, totoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t kaibigan kong Rolando&lt;br /&gt;Dapat kang magpasalamat, oo&lt;br /&gt;Sa Dios na lumikha sa ‘yo&lt;br /&gt;At nagbigay ng katangian mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4812114610220921748?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4812114610220921748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4812114610220921748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sa-kaibigan-kong-si-rolando.html' title='Sa Kaibigan Kong  Si Rolando'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8672459823791497940</id><published>2007-08-10T18:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:50:51.311+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer games'/><title type='text'>Idiot’s Guide on How to Cope on Being a Loser at Video Games</title><content type='html'>Idiot’s Guide on How to Cope on Being a Loser at Video Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation, X-box, Gameboy, PSP, Game Cube or Wii, it doesn’t matter what you play. As long as you’re winning, you’d be pretty happy. But what if you’re a born loser? What should you do? Within the next few minutes of your reading time, I’ll be giving you the lowdown on how to take things (especially losing) to a higher level. Here’s what you should do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAT. Cheating can sometimes help a lot. Use some cheat codes from the internet. Plug in a gameshark. Request for breaks during gameplay. Do what you like and do it good. For what its worth, it may just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAIN. Always make sure that you have a complaint ready when playing against expert video gamers. Say anything you want. Just make sure that it sounds valid. Tell him your controller has a problem. Tell him your video game’s got virus. Tell him your tv is malfunctioning. Tell him the game is cheating. It comes in handy especially in situations where you really can’t win. He might actually believe you and call it quits. Presto, an instant draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE EXCUSES. Excusecitis (a sickness whose symptom is always having an excuse) really helps in times when your being a loser is showing. Say that you’re just not in the mood. Say that you’re just being easy on him. Say that you’re just warming up. Say that you’re sick. Tell him any excuse you can think of. If he bites it, the score restarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE HIM LAUGH. Now, we all know that it’s not easy to think when you are in the mood to laugh, so peak of funny things to him while playing. Pick your nose. Fart. Burp. Blabber. Tickle him. Do whatever you think may make him laugh. He might just lose his concentration and you may just score a win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT LIKE A PSYCHO. Cover his eyes while playing. Pinch his nose. Pull away the controller from him. Unplug his joystick. Press the reset button. Turn off the tv. Bite the video game cd. Make annoying sounds. Anything goes. Just don’t do it too much or he’ll get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOW THINGS UP. Finally, if you still can’t win, get your destructiveness going. Get a bazooka and devastate your whole tv and video game set. If it still doesn’t work, get an army tank and desolate your whole house. Yahoo, party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, go to the courts and sue the gaming companies that made your electronic toys. They’re the ones that made them. They should be responsible for your defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8672459823791497940?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8672459823791497940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8672459823791497940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/idiots-guide-on-how-to-cope-on-being.html' title='Idiot’s Guide on How to Cope on Being a Loser at Video Games'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6440453417018947541</id><published>2007-08-09T02:40:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:40:53.829+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick of time'/><title type='text'>In the Nick of Time</title><content type='html'>In the Nick of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of an ordinary high school guy. The story of a basketball hero. A story that took event several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing mildly and the day was a bit cloudy. Kennedy was on his way to another basketball practice at the school gym. As usual, he arrived just on time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let’s start!” –Eddie enounced. Eddie was their team’s captain. Basketball practice started immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was giving his best just as his teammates were. Before long, the gym bell rang. Basketball practice was over. Kennedy went on his way home but his teammates decided continue practicing for a few more extra minutes because the inter-school basketball league was opening soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s the only one that doesn’t practice extra hours. I wonder why?” –Eddie thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several instants passed and soon it was another day. Kennedy arrived at school promptly. He did his studies and it was soon recess. His teammates who were also his classmates, were talking all about basketball. He was the only one who looked liked someone who wasn’t interested in the topic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it was dismissal time. He and his team went on their way home. They were not living very far from each other. They just ate their lunch then went back to school for another session of ball practice. All of the members of his team arrived ahead of time again for except him. Just as before, he arrived just exactly on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, practice was over. He seemed like he was not interested in extra practice time and went on his way home. Eddie was baffled at why Kennedy is the only one who looked like someone who isn’t interested in basketball at all. Kennedy is the only one in their team who doesn’t participate in extra practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie decided to follow Kennedy to find out why he was like that. He was following from a distance so that he would not be detected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw Kennedy leaving home again after changing to a more casual clothing from his basketball jersey. He trailed him and saw him entering a donut shop. “A donut shop? This is where Maya is working part-time!” –Eddie reckoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the look of things, Kennedy looks like a slacker and looks like all he is paying attention to is his crush. He looked like he was not eager to help his team win the upcoming league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks continued. Kennedy was always doing the same. He was always out of the gym on dismissal time while his teammates spent extra time and he was always on the donut shop where Maya worked. His teammates had known this but they did not make a big fuss out of it. They just allowed him to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks on, and the tournament opened. His team was supposed to be playing on the first game on the league but something was stopping them. They had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We haven’t paid our entrance fee completely yet. The amount we need to pay is six thousand pesos, we’ve only paid four thousand so far. We need two thousand pesos more. Oh my, where will we get it at this time?” –Eddie stated to his team. They all looked gloomy and sad. “Well I guess, we just have to go home now. We can’t play because of our remaining balance. Let’s just go home and get some sleep.” –He expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a while, just as they were going to leave the stadium premises, Kennedy came and handed over a couple thousand bucks to Eddie. “C’mon team, let’s groove it!” –Kennedy said with a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then used the money to pay for the rest of their entrance fee. The team suddenly had a burst of hope in them. They were determined to win this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team played the game very well. They did not reach the championship but the tourney left them some nice memories to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy wasn’t being a sluggard after all. The reason why he was not able to give extra hours to basketball practice was because he was working at the donut shop. He was working there so that he could help his team in its financial needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t judge others based upon what you see on them because you don’t know what is in their hearts. What do you know, secretly, they could be preparing themselves to help you out when you most need them, right in the nick of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: All character names and the storyline used in this short story were of my imagination. They don’t exist in real life. Likenesses are partly intentional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6440453417018947541?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6440453417018947541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6440453417018947541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-nick-of-time.html' title='In the Nick of Time'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5386082043456218362</id><published>2007-08-09T02:39:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:39:44.347+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raven'/><title type='text'>Raven</title><content type='html'>Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have no name but some people call me raven. Nobody sees my face and lives. I kill with no remorse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erenia City, year 2007, an assassin nicknamed by some as “Raven” prowls the land. He has made people think that no place is safe. Constabularies and armed forces have been hunting him down but to no avail. They don’t even know how he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re weak and I’m strong. What can I do? They must die.” –That is what’s always on his mind. He thinks his might is enough reason to the carnage he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a guy by the age of 30. He was taught ninjutsu since birth and he mastered it when he was fifteen years old. He had been using it since childhood for bloodshed. With dark skin and an iron heart, there is no one else as cold as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing appears to have the ability to hurt him except for his puerility memories of Kasumi who died in the hands of his own master whom he had respected as his father. He killed his master, when he was sixteen, ten years after the death of his childhood friend. Since then, life has always been too easy and too boring for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as he was on his usual routine of massacring people, he came across a small girl who looked exactly like Kasumi when she was small. Memories of his lonely childhood came flashing on his mind. Suddenly, he was in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly ran away, trying to wipe the lonely memories out of his mind. He ran and ran and ran. He did not stop until he was out of stamina. Then, he realized his wrong. He just cried and cried. He wanted to take back all the killings that he did but he could not do anything. He was beginning to lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is ready to give anything just for a chance to undo all his mistakes. “But how?” –Those words linger in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wake up, Raven, you’re gonna be late for school!” –His mother told him as he woke up. He gasped and then went to the bathroom to wash his face. “So, it was just a dream. Oh, gosh!” –He said. He then rode the bus bound for the elementary school he was attending. Kasumi greeted him with a smile. He let out a sigh for he had woken up from a terrible nightmare he would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5386082043456218362?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5386082043456218362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5386082043456218362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/raven.html' title='Raven'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-7383001296675544960</id><published>2007-08-09T02:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:39:03.541+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>Summer Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is so slimy! The food here is really good, unlike that camp food Ryan told me about. We get to eat indian food and stork candies every day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I get to try out all the activities and sports. We are canoeing in sweet water on Lake burukdol. We also are learning how to dive off the nice diving board! I tried archery and I wasn't very good—I hit a mongo plant by mistake. I'll practice and get better, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Arts and Crafts, I made a clay pellet, a rice grain out of macramé, and a shelf for Mom to put her ricefields on. I even learned about whittling. I made a pillow out of wood! Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like all the friends I am meeting. Kids here come from all over the country, from as far away as Antipolo and Muscat. I am sorry I have to leave soon. I sure am going to miss all the fun I've had here. Maybe I can go camping in the backyard when I get back and pretend that I'm still at camp. Do you think Spot will want to camp with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-7383001296675544960?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7383001296675544960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7383001296675544960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1894212464450999389</id><published>2007-08-05T07:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:20:14.508+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encounter'/><title type='text'>Encounter!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I wish I was a bit better in English! Well anyways, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralf Jones and Johan Stanthum were camping by Mt. Eewie last summer when it began to snow like tigercats and hunting leopards . Their tent fell down and there wasn't much food left. Johan Stanthum had only some hamburgers , and that was all! There was no one for miles! So they had to set out on their way to safety with only their backpacks and birds. After hours of hiking, Ralf Jones spotted a green dog high in a tree, watching them! "Don't worry," said Johan Stanthum "The dog is not interested in humans if you leave it alone. But that cat over there sure seems angry about something!" The cat was coming right at them growling and with what looked like nice teeth! The two climbed up a tree, and the cat came ever closer. Johan Stanthum and Ralf Jones were so scared! But when they looked again, it was only a baby cat that wanted to eat their yummy nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1894212464450999389?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1894212464450999389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1894212464450999389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/encounter.html' title='Encounter!'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1040470892194570571</id><published>2007-08-05T07:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:17:52.419+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clown'/><title type='text'>Your Fantasy Friendship With One of the Basket Boys</title><content type='html'>Ah, my second attempt at making people laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fantasy Friendship With One of the Basket Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tuesday at noon you were feeling really happy because your ex-bestfriend turned enemy, Kalbularan, left you on the night of your house party. Just as you were about to turn the computer on to watch the internet , the doorbell rings. You answer it only wearing snow clothes because you were in the toy room playing basketball . There you see the band leader of the Basket Boys boyband, Ryan, on your doorstep holding a bouquet of celfone. He introduces himself and asks you if you would like to join him for spaghetti lunch . You scream never !!! You and Ryan stalked, all the way to the restaurant. After spaghetti lunch you both decide to go to the hotel room where you meet the rest of the guys. There you find arthur dancing. He turns to you and says ' You are the cutest clown ever! '. You quickly decide it would be a better idea that you go for a walk over to the nearest photo centre. You enter the booth with Ryan. He leans over and a picture of him chewing you is taken. Ryan then takes you home and boxes you softly on the eyes. He thanks you for the greatest night of his life ...you blush... (in your mind you are thinking - 'why is he thanking me?') you thank him in return. You finally fall asleep with the feeling of his fists still on your eyes and the stench of his cologne still in your mind. You call his hotel the next morning and find that they left the country , it finally dawns on you that you would probably never have the same opportunity again. A few months to a year later, you arrive home to find a strange car in your driveway and a male figure is at your doorstep. As you approach the figure you gasp...Ryan. - He's standing there with hopeful expression... in one hand he has a bouquet of laptops and in the other...the picture you had taken with him..................you give him a dumbfounded look and tell him ' you're so dumb you got hit by a parked car' before walking in the house and slamming the door in his face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1040470892194570571?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1040470892194570571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1040470892194570571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-fantasy-friendship-with-one-of.html' title='Your Fantasy Friendship With One of the Basket Boys'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6195908092698598358</id><published>2007-08-05T07:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:09:23.826+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue at Sea</title><content type='html'>I thought I might try making a funny story. Well, here it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue at Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Gabe and Maya Belle were taking a ship from New York City to Asia for their summer vacation. While they were playing chess one night, a vast storm rocked the boat for hours. Ken Gabe hit his head and fell overboard! " Ah!! " cried Maya Belle . But Ken Gabe was sinking! How ever would he survive? Ken Gabe woke up suddenly and saw water and dugong all around. "How attentive!" he thought. Ken Gabe needed to breathe, but was too far from the surface. His legs were caught in seaweed! Just then, a baleen whale quickly came to the rescue! The baleen whale took Ken Gabe in its mouth and pulled him up for air. It made a blok! blok! and swam away. "That amazing creature saved your life!" shouted Maya Belle as 31 sailors threw Ken Gabe a life saving home .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6195908092698598358?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6195908092698598358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6195908092698598358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/08/rescue-at-sea.html' title='Rescue at Sea'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5949894326864574388</id><published>2007-07-30T19:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:49:30.250+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>All I Have is You</title><content type='html'>All I Have is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I woke up with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;My head is aching, and I can think not.&lt;br /&gt;I’m late for work again, my boss is mad,&lt;br /&gt;I’m really hungry, and I’m very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the girl that I’ve been dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;She’s with a new guy now, makes me cry oft.&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized, all is not lost,&lt;br /&gt;I still have you, oh, what delight you caused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my friend since I was a small kid,&lt;br /&gt;Always making me glad is what you did.&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to turn your back on me,&lt;br /&gt;And cried with me during my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m so sorry about my defects,&lt;br /&gt;I betrayed you before, now, I confess.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can forgive me, for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;You were always a friend, that’s no mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5949894326864574388?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5949894326864574388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5949894326864574388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-i-have-is-you.html' title='All I Have is You'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6213935702523027851</id><published>2007-07-23T18:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:41:05.124+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eli soriano'/><title type='text'>The Ten Blog Sites that I Like the Most</title><content type='html'>The Ten Blog Sites that I Like the Most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there’s only one one blog that has caught my heart but I said ten because this site is as good as any blogsite, tenfold. It’s Bro Eli’s blog and its url is http://&lt;a href="http://www.esoriano.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.esoriano.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;This is a really informative blog and will surely bring you to another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much more to say except, “Check out this site and learn!!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6213935702523027851?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6213935702523027851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6213935702523027851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-blog-sites-that-i-like-most.html' title='The Ten Blog Sites that I Like the Most'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5727012992730840023</id><published>2007-07-22T01:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:39:08.939+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kktk'/><title type='text'>Hot Like Fire</title><content type='html'>Hot Like Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how hot it was on the desert? It’s really, really hot. In fact, you can fry eggs just by putting them on a pan and leaving it outside for a while. Now, that is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be thinking, “What could be hotter?” Well, I know one thing that is. It’s the faith that I witnessed in the youth here in Oman. I saw how well they did their duties, I discovered how longsuffering they were and I noticed how much they loved God. Truly, I admire them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the hardships encountered by youth abroad are unsteady schedules, longing for their friends and family back home, difficulties caused by language barriers, being a total stranger to everybody, troubles induced by culture differences and the expensiveness of essential things like food and water. Sometimes they even begin to wonder why they left the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the advantages that they gained by going to foreign countries? To start it off, they got the opportunity to help spread the words of God; They received the chance to make known to strangers the truth about life everlasting. Secondly, they acquired the opportunity to help our brethren financially (jobs abroad usually offer better salary than those in our home country). Thirdly, they proved that Christianity could not only be found in a single country; It can be spread to wherever God wants it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the dissimilarities between them and our brethren elsewhere? If you’re going to ask me, I’d say there’s none. They are all the same. They are quite alike. They live for God and will die for God. Sure, sometimes they make mistakes, and every once in a while, they commit errors but if you would just look closer, you’ll realize how perfect they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where Christians are, be it the cool Americas and Europe or the hot Middle East Asia, they stay the same. They have faith so powerful, it’s HOT LIKE FIRE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5727012992730840023?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5727012992730840023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5727012992730840023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot-like-fire.html' title='Hot Like Fire'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1319152958107166434</id><published>2007-07-15T01:55:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:55:57.077+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop to the left and skip to the right&lt;br /&gt;Stomp to my beat and do it alright&lt;br /&gt;Whirl around and sway with all your might&lt;br /&gt;It’s the perfect time to dance tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get this going and let’s enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Dancing’s a nice exercise, oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;Look on my moves, watch me as I toy&lt;br /&gt;See all the dance steps that I employ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t learn this just by a glance&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I practice only once&lt;br /&gt;I’d do this as long as music runs&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to do is dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1319152958107166434?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1319152958107166434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1319152958107166434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8415882963540739221</id><published>2007-07-15T01:53:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:53:55.727+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girl'/><title type='text'>My Miss, My Girl</title><content type='html'>My Miss, My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen girls from all across Japan&lt;br /&gt;I’ve came across  women from all Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;None of them were as gentle as this one&lt;br /&gt;Why, she’s almost like that superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darling of mine, I truly respect&lt;br /&gt;She always does more than what I expect&lt;br /&gt;Good things are what she taught me to prospect&lt;br /&gt;And helped me change my life’s every aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her, I learned how to dream of nice things&lt;br /&gt;And learned to be thankful for my blessings&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;I’m always eager for the joy she brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my sweetheart, I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;Fate has made us separated so far&lt;br /&gt;From halfway across the globe, my soul cries&lt;br /&gt;Your love is really what my heart desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbows and all seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Across the mountains and the highest peaks&lt;br /&gt;Even after a hundred thousand weeks&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be here waiting,” is what my heart speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that someday, we’ll be together&lt;br /&gt;And that we’ll be free to love each other&lt;br /&gt;How long it takes does not really matter&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for that day, always, forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8415882963540739221?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8415882963540739221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8415882963540739221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-miss-my-girl.html' title='My Miss, My Girl'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4335393741257519533</id><published>2007-07-15T01:51:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:51:56.359+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybelle Razon'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t leave me, please listen to my call.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve made mistakes and they’re not small,&lt;br /&gt;But please understand, oh, you are my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your love, I wouldn’t last a day.&lt;br /&gt;To be near you is what I always pray.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do and what to say,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will always love you, come what may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still dreaming about our tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That it would be us, with love so mellow.&lt;br /&gt;Together in happiness and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I’d catch you with a romantic lasso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4335393741257519533?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4335393741257519533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4335393741257519533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1932951258481020098</id><published>2007-07-02T06:48:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:48:26.861+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayaman'/><title type='text'>Kung Mayaman Ka</title><content type='html'>Kung Mayaman Ka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman ka, huwag magyabang,&lt;br /&gt;Kapwa’y tulungan at magpautang.&lt;br /&gt;‘Wag gamitin ang pera sa layaw,&lt;br /&gt;Sa Iglesia ay tumulong ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang walang makain ay bigyan mo,&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ng asal ng ating Guro.&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y mag-abuloy na may galak,&lt;br /&gt;Umisip ng mabubuting balak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magagarang damit ay ‘wag bilhin&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi kailangang gamitin.&lt;br /&gt;Pamumuhay ay gawin mong payak,&lt;br /&gt;Dapat simple lang lagi ang gayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wag ka ngang magarbo sa pagkain,&lt;br /&gt;Basta’t mayroon kang nakahain.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang bibili ng alahas,&lt;br /&gt;Baka mapasama ka sa ahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wag nang mamasyal pa sa kung saan,&lt;br /&gt;Kung pera’y uubusin mo lamang.&lt;br /&gt;Dalawin mo na lang ang kapatid,&lt;br /&gt;Ligaya ay iyo ngang ihatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bihira lang ang mayaman, ‘di ba?&lt;br /&gt;Ganon lang talaga, maswerte ka!&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ‘wag tumaas iyong isip,&lt;br /&gt;Magpakumbaba ka, oh kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ginto’t salapi ay nauubos,&lt;br /&gt;‘Di tulad ng pag-ibig na lubos.&lt;br /&gt;Kapalaran sa langit ay tingnan,&lt;br /&gt;At huwag ang pang-lupang kayamanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Di po kita pinangungunahan,&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong ako’y isang hamak lang.&lt;br /&gt;Ang akin lang ay mapayuhan ka,&lt;br /&gt;‘Yan ang gawin mo, kung mayaman ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1932951258481020098?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1932951258481020098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1932951258481020098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/kung-mayaman-ka.html' title='Kung Mayaman Ka'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3411246820136572216</id><published>2007-07-02T06:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:47:57.250+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahirap'/><title type='text'>Para sa Masa</title><content type='html'>Para sa Masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong tula ay para sa masa&lt;br /&gt;Alay ko sa mga walang pera&lt;br /&gt;Para ‘to sa mga mahihirap&lt;br /&gt;Sa bihira lang datnan ng sarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapatid ko, wag kang mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Kung sa lahat ng bagay salat ka&lt;br /&gt;‘Di naman kasi ito dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Para mawalan ka ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konting tiis lang, konting tiyaga&lt;br /&gt;Makukuha rin ang ninanasa&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa langit tayo titira&lt;br /&gt;Doon tayo magsasama-sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw ay nagugutom minsan&lt;br /&gt;‘Wag agad iiyak, ayos lang ‘yan&lt;br /&gt;Kung sa pananamit ika’y kulang&lt;br /&gt;Paglaba’y iyo na lang dalasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap na pagkai’y wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit meron ka namang kasama&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tuyo lang ay okey ka na&lt;br /&gt;Tama ‘yan, ganyan dapat talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong araw din namang busog ka&lt;br /&gt;May araw na masaya’t masigla&lt;br /&gt;Kung minsa’y nakangiti ka pa nga&lt;br /&gt;Ayos, paminsan-minsa’y tumawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga araw na lumuluha&lt;br /&gt;Kalungkuta’y iyong binabata&lt;br /&gt;Isipin mong ‘di ka nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Kaylanma’y ‘di ka iiwan Niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito’y naaalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Tayo’y magkakasamang masaya&lt;br /&gt;Mga kanta’y hinandog sa Kanya&lt;br /&gt;Sa pasalamat ay nagka-isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan Niya tayo’ng ligaya&lt;br /&gt;Para sa atin, ito’y sapat na&lt;br /&gt;Kapatid, magpakatibay ka nga&lt;br /&gt;Manatili tayo sa Iglesia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3411246820136572216?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3411246820136572216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3411246820136572216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/para-sa-masa.html' title='Para sa Masa'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-9221875436166763210</id><published>2007-07-02T06:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:47:10.724+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>CAKE&lt;br /&gt;(Based on somebody else’s short story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Kennedy went home very lonely. His sadness could be seen on his face. He looked like he had no energy left and couldn’t even walk with a straight body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom noticed that he was gloomy and asked him, “What’s wrong Kennedy? Did anything bad happen to you?” “No mom, I’m quite okay. Nothing happened.” –Kennedy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom wasn’t convinced for she saw the sorrow in Kennedy’s face. “C’mon, son, tell me. Maybe I could help.” –His mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was about to say that nothing’s wrong with him when he noticed his mom staring right at his face. Then he just burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All my life, I waited for someone so perfect. Now that I’ve found her, I just see her fade away from me. I try to grab hold of her. But she doesn’t want me to. I wish there was something I can do. But what?” –Kennedy confessed as tears continued to fall down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe she’s just not meant for you, Ken. Don’t worry about it. Someday you’ll find someone who really loves you.” –Kennedy’s mom said as she wiped his tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You really think so, mom?” –Kennedy queried. “Yup, I certainly do!” –His mom replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile began to form on his lips as he suddenly felt hunger. He wasn’t able to eat anything the whole afternoon because of his grief and he was now really craving for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, what are we having for dinner? I hope it’s something fantastic, ‘coz I’m really starving! –Kennedy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We will be having filleted fish but first we would have a cake. Would you like some?” –His mom said. “Yes, I’d like some. Cake tastes nice!” –Kennedy answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom then went to the kitchen and Kennedy followed her. “Would you like to drink some cooking oil?” –Kennedy’s mom asked. “Are you kidding?” –Kennedy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom then opened the cupboard. “How about some raw eggs?” –His mom asked. “Yuck!” –Kennedy lamented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Care for some flour?” –His mom offered. “Stop it mom! You’re gonna make me sick!” –Kennedy exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom then smiled and began to tell him something. “This things taste bad and could not be eaten because they are uncooked. But if you put them together, they make a delicious cake. Just like the things that happen in our life. Some of them seem so bad and make us feel sorrowful. But if you put all the events that happened in our life together, you will notice that they were all meant for the good of us. That is how God works. Trust in Him.” -His mother said as Kennedy beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their cake together and Ken forgot all about his dismay. His smile could easily be noticed on his now very happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;King James Version&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-9221875436166763210?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/9221875436166763210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/9221875436166763210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/07/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5433159368956619813</id><published>2007-06-09T21:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:23:12.338+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>I told her that I really do love her.&lt;br /&gt;She answered with something like a smother.&lt;br /&gt;That girl said that she doesn’t need my love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, she’s all that I wanted to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked some for their brotherly advice.&lt;br /&gt;They said to me to stop. They were all nice.&lt;br /&gt;But I listened not and pursued my love.&lt;br /&gt;And so now, pain and tears are all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new lesson in this event.&lt;br /&gt;-Listen to the advice of your brethren.&lt;br /&gt;If only I valued their nice counsel,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be crying like a damsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do, love’s so powerful?&lt;br /&gt;But in what I did, I looked like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I disturbed that lady and looked jerky.&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do now? Please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want her to be my woman,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s part of my being human.&lt;br /&gt;I want to serve my brethren, I really do!&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do, shall I choose from the two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t I do both at the same time, sibling?&lt;br /&gt;Please do tell me now what you are thinking!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need an advice now.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it will help me, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5433159368956619813?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5433159368956619813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5433159368956619813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/06/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3630964170210788245</id><published>2007-06-09T21:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:20:44.922+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Toy Train</title><content type='html'>Kevin was an ordinary eleven year old boy living in an ordinary town called Speaschy. He was very average except for his courtesy that was really outstanding. He got this trait from his mother who died when he was eight. His mother taught him to be a good boy. His father was also a nice man. He would have been a rich kid by now if only his father had not died so early. His father was a bank manager but died too soon when Kevin was almost nine. Now, Kevin is an orphan and lives with his aunt and uncle who never had kids. The couple was nice to Kevin and promised to teach him all about life while he was still a kid so that he’ll be fine when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while Kevin was on his way home from school, he saw a newly opened shop right at the center of the town. Curious, he decided to take a look. The shop was a toy store and Kevin marveled at the new toys that were on sale. He looked at them one by one with awe. He saw toy boats, toy horses, toy cars, toy planes, dolls, toy houses and a toy train. It was the first time that he saw that much toys in one place. He was most amazed at the toy train. His mouth was wide open in amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, I want that train! I’m going to ask uncle to buy that one for me!” He said whilst his eyes sparkled with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued on his way home hurriedly. But after he arrived home and saw his uncle, he couldn’t find enough courage in him to tell his uncle about the toy. He felt very shy. He just decided to keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, while on his way home from school, he would always take a peek through the glass window of the toy store. His yearning for the toy grew more and more each day. Sometimes he would even dream of it. He began to act strange and both his uncle and aunt noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kevin, do you have something that you would like to tell us? You have been acting a little different these past few days and we are getting worried.” His aunt told him. Kevin wasn’t ready to tell but his uncle touched his hand and said, “Kevin, tell us, please. When we took you in our custody, we decided to treat you like our own son. We love you and you know that. Tell us, Kevin. What’s the problem? Please don’t make us worry even more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin decided to tell them about the toy that he wanted and his uncle and aunt were relieved. “So, it was just a toy train. We thought it was something else.” His uncle said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His uncle found this as an opportunity to teach Kevin something about life. He wanted to teach Kevin that money is not to be wasted so he decided to make a deal with Kevin. “Kevin, I will give you ten pesos a day if you will water our plants, feed our dog and do some household chores daily. All you have to do then is to save up for that toy.” His uncle said. Kevin nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, Kevin worked hard daily. He was saving all of the money that his uncle was giving him. And for the first time in weeks, he was sleeping with a smile. He was full of hope that he would get that toy. Very typical of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than three months, he had already saved up a thousand pesos. Enough to buy that toy train that he had always wanted. One Saturday morning, he decided to go to the toy store to buy that train. But he was shocked to see the toy train gone. It was missing. He asked to store clerk why and the clerk replied that it was already bought by somebody else last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home in tears. He worked hard and saved up for it and now it’s gone! His feelings were hurt. He cried all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, after that painful day, as he was praying before going to sleep, he asked, “Why? Why did You let somebody else take it? I loved it so much and I worked hard for it. And now it’s gone. I know You are kind and righteous but why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those things, while he was sleeping, he dreamt that he was walking on the beach with somebody. He then asked, “Do you know why God let me lose that train that I really wanted.” A voice answered, “Son, God always wants us to have the best things for us. If you didn’t get it, it means that there is something better for you. You just have to be patient and wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days passed and he still didn’t understand what the voice meant. But one day, as he was on his usual routine, going home from school, he decided to take a peep on the toy store once more and lo, he was awed at what he saw! A new toy was on the store. It was a rocket ship that was really nicely made. It was better that the toy train and was only worth eight hundred pesos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought that toy and gave the rest of his money to his uncle and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3630964170210788245?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3630964170210788245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3630964170210788245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/06/toy-train.html' title='Toy Train'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8758800987068679392</id><published>2007-06-09T21:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:19:27.182+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she'/><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, must I give her up?&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for her, must I make it stop?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to be is a just man,&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m confused, shall I take her hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for inspiration around me,&lt;br /&gt;And lo, I found her bedazzling beauty!&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to fall in love with her,&lt;br /&gt;But oh, my heart got caught with that stunner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I really don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask her to love me too,&lt;br /&gt;Or just leave her the way she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;What about my duties? I’m so tensed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to strive for my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I must work until I reach perfection.&lt;br /&gt;But how can I do it without her love?&lt;br /&gt;She that awakened the feelings I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this romance help me in my duties?&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be a hindrance? -My worries…&lt;br /&gt;Will my soul be able to do what’s right,&lt;br /&gt;When it’s too busy asking her to plight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do good and help my brethren.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to marry that maiden.&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to do well in both?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I get torn apart like a cloth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so puzzled right at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well ask you for a comment.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me now, what should I do and say?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew where I must go today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8758800987068679392?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8758800987068679392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8758800987068679392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/06/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3182425086656478884</id><published>2007-05-06T02:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:53:03.275+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>Secret Wars</title><content type='html'>For years, I have been battling this war secretly&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to keep my faith and sanity&lt;br /&gt;Never shall I surrender to the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep fighting till I emerge victoriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I open my eyes every morning&lt;br /&gt;Till the time I close my eyes during the evening&lt;br /&gt;And all the hours that come in between, there’s struggling&lt;br /&gt;My appalling adversary keeps on coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to devastate me with his temptations&lt;br /&gt;And wants to forge with me disgusting relations&lt;br /&gt;But never shall I be one of his creations&lt;br /&gt;I hate that dolt, the king of evil addictions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3182425086656478884?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3182425086656478884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3182425086656478884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/05/secret-wars.html' title='Secret Wars'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3691974667850731185</id><published>2007-05-06T02:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:51:54.364+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I forged wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I said, “I’ll fight for justice and bathe on streams”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll help the poor and have a laugh with daddy”&lt;br /&gt;“I’d have a nice job and always act bravely”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I grew up I found myself in tears&lt;br /&gt;Those things are farther from me than it appears&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a hero and I don’t have a dad&lt;br /&gt;Too many days passed wherein I was so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I stood back up and made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I’ll chase these dreams and leave all the pain behind&lt;br /&gt;After all, I’m no longer alone. I have…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve entrusted these dreams to someone I love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3691974667850731185?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3691974667850731185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3691974667850731185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8146704007428553267</id><published>2007-04-29T03:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:28:29.270+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><title type='text'>Campus Hero</title><content type='html'>I created this short story just for you guys out there so read it and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves were falling, the sun had just risen and the birds were flying. It was a cool November morning in Konagawa City. Kennedy was on his way to school. He was very excited for this was the first day of his class. He was a fourth year college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at school early and was very keen at listening to his professors. He studied well and seemed to have no problem at all that day. He was so engaged at his studies, he didn’t notice the time fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, the school bell rang. It was dismissal time. His classroom advisor told him to stay. Apparently, they have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look changed. You’re very different from the Kennedy I met several months ago. I congratulate you for that.” –Professor Zitski said. “Thanks!” –Kennedy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just wanted to tell you that I don’t want to see you tangled in a brawl again. You were given a warning last school year that if you were caught brawling again, you will be expelled from the school. I have received no reports of you causing trouble since then. I want you to keep it that way.” –The professor told Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can count on me causing no commotion again, prof!” –Kennedy replied with a smile. After that, he went on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been months now since I last had a fight with somebody. I wish I never end up in a rumble again. I have acquired a name of being the worst trouble-maker of all the students here in Japan. Sheesh, what a shame!” –He thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was soon near his home as he was not living very far from school. He was walking leisurely as he was not on a hurry when all of a sudden, he heard loud noises. A girl was screaming. He was startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly turned to find out where the noise was coming from. It was emanating from the park which was near where he was living. He couldn’t see what it was all about because of the trees that were blocking his view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly dashed to the place of incident. He saw his classmate, Maya, on the ground, crying for help. A few steps away from her were three students from the other school. Two of them were carrying baseball bats and the third was clasping a metal tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re harassing my classmate! I will not allow this to continue. It must be stopped!” –He said in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to move closer to the scene when suddenly, the words from his advisor halted him. “If I try to join the commotion, I might get expelled from school. I’m only one year away from graduating. I’ll probably just pretend I saw nothing.” –He reckoned.&lt;br /&gt;But as he was about to turn around, away from them, he heard her cry for help again. When he looked, he saw the three ungentlemanlike mobsters pulling Maya to the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have to decide now. Will I risk getting kicked out of school just to rescue her? What must I do?” –He thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the spur of the moment, he rapidly ran towards the three and speedily jumped at them. Intense fighting followed instantly. The three were caught on surprise as they did not notice him dashing towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy used the element of surprise well to his advantage. His punches were strong and quick, his kicks were worse. He attacked relentlessly. He was striking as if there is no tomorrow .The mobsters were soon on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly clutched Maya’s arm and they ran away. They escaped well before the enemy recovered. By the time the three had stood up, Kennedy and Maya were already very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours passed and soon it was morning again. Kennedy arrived at school late this day. He seemed like he was ready to take on anything today. He was expecting that he would get expelled from school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was welcomed by his school principal that was waiting for him at his classroom. “Kennedy! Kennedy Hao, come to my office immediately!” –The principal ordered. Kennedy just gulped and followed him to the principal’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is it. I’m gonna bid farewell to this school now. It’s no problem, anyways. I’d rather get expelled than let anybody get hurt by those bozos from the other school.” –He said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it was a twist of fate, the principal shook his hand and gave him an award as soon as he entered the room. “Congratulations, Kennedy, for your act of heroism!” –The principal uttered. In the room was also Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was not only allowed to continue studying but he was also given the campus heroism award and was granted scholarship as well. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine right at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He graduated a year later and is now working abroad as a computer engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, every act of heroism and every sacrifice has its prize. So, if you get a chance to do good deeds, don’t let it pass. Use your every opportunity to do what is right. What do you know, you could be the next CAMPUS HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8146704007428553267?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8146704007428553267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8146704007428553267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/campus-hero.html' title='Campus Hero'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5207843493138786758</id><published>2007-04-27T04:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:25:08.101+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaders'/><title type='text'>World Leaders</title><content type='html'>Every single day that the world exists&lt;br /&gt;Seems filled with hatred and evil racists&lt;br /&gt;The Earth did not start this way; it had bliss&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, they had made it cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They that should be our perfect example&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones to start the fight and rumble&lt;br /&gt;The world leaders that surely do fumble&lt;br /&gt;They are the cause of our grief and trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they want is to bring us misery&lt;br /&gt;Why they’re like that is not a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Because they were born extremely grabby&lt;br /&gt;They really don’t respect anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs a super hero indeed&lt;br /&gt;To stop the war, unlawfulness and greed&lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid, his voice they did not heed&lt;br /&gt;And it just makes my heart cry, hurt and bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you stop waging this useless war?&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been killing everybody so far&lt;br /&gt;Your bombs have become sorrow’s avatar&lt;br /&gt;Will you halt before you turn all to char?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war has left nothing but great sadness&lt;br /&gt;No place safe, not even the sea’s vastness&lt;br /&gt;And oh, now, the question is simply this&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we have unity and world peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5207843493138786758?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5207843493138786758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5207843493138786758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/kaibigang-tunay.html' title='World Leaders'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-222380168786525330</id><published>2007-04-27T04:15:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:15:56.254+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girl'/><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>Have you ever fallen in love with a woman&lt;br /&gt;Who never frets, nor smirks, nor flirts with any man?&lt;br /&gt;I have. And she is very pretty and awesome&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl that doesn’t annoy anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well behaved, knowledgeable and very cheerful&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl that has made my life colourful&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with her, my happiness is bountiful&lt;br /&gt;That cute little lady whose smiles are plentiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks with grace and dances so wonderfully&lt;br /&gt;She talks with politeness and true humility&lt;br /&gt;With that girl, I want to start a new family&lt;br /&gt;With her as mommy and I would be the daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-222380168786525330?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/222380168786525330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/222380168786525330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3438195756704710390</id><published>2007-04-27T04:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:14:15.056+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADDBA'/><title type='text'>ADDBA (Basketball)</title><content type='html'>Go on, come on, go dribble the basketball&lt;br /&gt;Let’s prove to the world that we’re unbeatable&lt;br /&gt;When we’re in the hard court, we’re invincible&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got power to play that’s unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our skill doesn’t come from humongous stature&lt;br /&gt;Neither from muscles that are so powerful&lt;br /&gt;It simply comes from hearts that are very pure&lt;br /&gt;Always ready for teamwork, that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have flashy slamdunks or alley-oops&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t possess those extremely good looks&lt;br /&gt;But one thing’s for sure, we can play well in hoops&lt;br /&gt;Let’s show them what we’ve got, time to wear our shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3438195756704710390?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3438195756704710390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3438195756704710390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/addba-basketball.html' title='ADDBA (Basketball)'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-7390317923889233945</id><published>2007-04-27T04:09:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:09:54.746+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high-tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>The Most High-Tech Religion</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I dreamed of someday belonging to a high-tech society. It has now come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which group of people can communicate with each other, though they are miles and miles apart? It is us. Which church can conduct a church service even if its members are separated by mountains and seas? It is us, again. Which organization runs several websites dedicated to continued service to God? Nobody else but us. Could you imagine that? We’re high-tech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the only society in the world whose members are closely connected by high-tech gadgets such as cellular phones and computers. Sure, others also have them, but they are not that organized. They don’t have the same orchestration that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some of us are from far away it seems like we are just beside each other. Everyday, we get to share news and other stuff with our brethren from around the globe and that includes looking at the photos they shot from the other side of the world. Heck, batman would be ashamed if he saw all our gadgets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will just take a look at our brethren’s web pages and web logs, you will see how good they are at computers. And if you would just think about it, a lot of us are technological mavens. We have been given by God, skills for us to utilize. That is another one of the reasons why we should thank Him. We have now reached so far from what we used to be. God has glorified us into becoming a high tech religion. Truly, we are not small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-7390317923889233945?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7390317923889233945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7390317923889233945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-high-tech-religion.html' title='The Most High-Tech Religion'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-7421200284861749398</id><published>2007-04-27T04:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:08:17.384+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Retreat'/><title type='text'>No Retreat, No Surrender</title><content type='html'>In the war that we are fighting, hesitation is a luxury one cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we strive to do what is right and struggle to fight evil. Sometimes, we feel weak and we make mistakes but we just keep on going, fighting for what is right. We are soldiers in a battle that started long ago. We must never surrender nor retreat. We must fight till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must know our priorities and stick with it. The enemy is strong and determined but what we have, they don’t. God loves us and He will never let us down. Don’t lose hope. Just keep on fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let our enemies bring to naught what we have already done. Do not let them destroy us and crush our achievements. Let us exert extra effort and work with all our heart. Let us persevere and toil overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after we’ve won the war, we will reap the fruits of our efforts. Just hang on a bit, the end is near. The war is almost over. We just have to prove what we’re made of. Let’s prove that we are of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ministers are right at the battlefronts. They are real war heroes. We must follow the perfect example that they are showing. And remember, no retreat, no surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-7421200284861749398?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7421200284861749398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/7421200284861749398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-retreat-no-surrender.html' title='No Retreat, No Surrender'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-3783485074048293784</id><published>2007-04-27T04:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:06:45.777+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countless Treasures'/><title type='text'>Countless Treasures</title><content type='html'>Before I joined the church I never thought that ordinary Christians like us would be able to acquire so much wealth, so much treasure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask three different men from three different walks of life what wealth means for them and they will give you different answers. One might say money, another might say health and the last would probably say friends. For us in the church, wealth means the spiritual gifts that we have received from God. And oh, how priceless those treasures are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first entered the church, we knew little or nothing at all. But after a few months, we have received the gift of song from God. We learned how to sing Christian songs and hymns. After a few months more, we learned how to dance. A little while more, and we learned how to memorize verses from the bible. And those were just a few of the gifts that we received from God. Slowly but surely, He was giving us treasures from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how big the change that happened to us was? From being a person who has nothing, God changed us to men rich in spiritual things. We have received countless treasures from God. We can now sing, we can dance, we can memorize verses and we can also now do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grace that we received from God is more than enough evidence that we are in the true Church of God. No one can oppose that fact. That is another one of the many reasons why we should thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We suffer a lot of persecutions and injustice from our arch-rivals but it doesn’t mean that God has let us down. If you would just think about it, those persecutions and tribulations are for us. They make us patient and stronger. They allow us to actually put to use what we have learned inside the church. They allow us to prove our courage and&lt;br /&gt;forbearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the church has not always been easy alright, but if you would just count all the blessings that we got, you will notice that it is well worth all the suffering that we have encountered in our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-3783485074048293784?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3783485074048293784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/3783485074048293784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/countless-treasures.html' title='Countless Treasures'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-76569554597968604</id><published>2007-04-24T03:07:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:07:55.639+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Flowers are blooming and are really fragrant&lt;br /&gt;The sun is relaxing and very radiant&lt;br /&gt;Delicious fruits are growing, oh, what a treat!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got friends to see and new people to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season happens only once every year&lt;br /&gt;So loosen up, my dear friend, and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;Drink a lot of water, it’s good for the soul&lt;br /&gt;Eat a lot of veggies, put it on a roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the heavy rains and the cold&lt;br /&gt;Those problems are past, we have new things to hold&lt;br /&gt;Go to the beach, swim, listen to the rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this season, it’s called our summertime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-76569554597968604?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/76569554597968604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/76569554597968604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6812322215570854626</id><published>2007-04-24T03:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:06:53.185+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>Some of them are mighty, and some are small&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter, for they all stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the earth from sudden downfall,&lt;br /&gt;They defend the weak from war and turmoil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll give their lives just to preserve justice&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness is what they always practice&lt;br /&gt;People like them just don’t play hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;They live with certainty like sea with breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men like them have been perfect role models&lt;br /&gt;We’ve seen them do their business and battles&lt;br /&gt;For good works is the use of our muscles&lt;br /&gt;Let us halt evil men’s tricks and hustles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6812322215570854626?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6812322215570854626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6812322215570854626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6804267865115535150</id><published>2007-04-17T04:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:48:49.158+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daybreak</title><content type='html'>Now is the time when the birds go flying&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock rings and the sun’s shining&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to wake up, It’s early morning&lt;br /&gt;Go drink some coffee and do some stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day has began, you see&lt;br /&gt;It’s full of hope and joy for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise reminds me of what things should be&lt;br /&gt;In proper order and very tidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another adventure starts every dawn&lt;br /&gt;A journey to enjoy and to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Great stories begin in the early morn&lt;br /&gt;Watch the aurora, then let’s go, come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6804267865115535150?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6804267865115535150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6804267865115535150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/daybreak.html' title='Daybreak'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-221064372540300783</id><published>2007-04-13T01:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:52:25.363+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybelle'/><title type='text'>That Girl</title><content type='html'>Long ago, my life was dull and boring&lt;br /&gt;Till I saw this lovely lady smiling&lt;br /&gt;From the clouds up high, is her origin&lt;br /&gt;She caught my heart with her graceful dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I seen a lass so pretty&lt;br /&gt;She is so neat and so very tidy&lt;br /&gt;I bet she never ever acts silly&lt;br /&gt;That girl whose beauty is high and mighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl of my dreams, I admit&lt;br /&gt;She’s unlike any dame I’ll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;I’d court that princess and  shall never quit&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get her love and sweep her off her feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-221064372540300783?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/221064372540300783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/221064372540300783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-girl.html' title='That Girl'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-1282389861578442991</id><published>2007-03-22T01:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:29:07.431+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMC'/><title type='text'>MMC</title><content type='html'>Marvel at the MMC everyday&lt;br /&gt;With their gallant phalanx that cannot sway&lt;br /&gt;And their glorious voice that resounds all day&lt;br /&gt;Their faith burneth like flame, what can one say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing euphorically songs of faith&lt;br /&gt;They have been outstanding, worthy of praise&lt;br /&gt;Heroes like them never fail to amaze&lt;br /&gt;Even the mightiest of all our race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to sing so superbly&lt;br /&gt;Takes a great deal of time and energy&lt;br /&gt;Frequent practice is a necessity&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, they have tenacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they’re average in outside beauty&lt;br /&gt;They’re stunning in the inside, actually&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with, pureness and humility,&lt;br /&gt;They can face even the worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us learn thru their perfect example&lt;br /&gt;We must all be hardworking and humble&lt;br /&gt;With faith, we can do the incredible&lt;br /&gt;Let’s keep on going and never stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not whatever the foeman might rant&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if they call us runt&lt;br /&gt;Material things are not so important&lt;br /&gt;Let us learn it from the genuine valiant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-1282389861578442991?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1282389861578442991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/1282389861578442991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/03/mmc.html' title='MMC'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-467005999760618662</id><published>2007-03-13T02:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:47:23.348+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaibigan'/><title type='text'>Kaibigang Tunay</title><content type='html'>Noong ako’y bata pa, aking ninasa&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na kaibigan ay makakilala&lt;br /&gt;Nang makasama sa hirap at ginhawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay naglakbay ng malayo-layo&lt;br /&gt;Ginamit ang lakas pati ang oras ko&lt;br /&gt;Upang siya’y hanapi’t makita ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ngang ako’y matanda’t may isip na&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na kaibiga’y natagpuan na&lt;br /&gt;At kami’y hindi na maghihiwalay pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan niya ako ng inspirasyon&lt;br /&gt;Upang tuparin ko’ng aking mga misyon&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhay, sa lahat ng aking panahon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin siya ay nagbigay ng tuwa&lt;br /&gt;Tinuruan akong laging maging handa&lt;br /&gt;Kabutihang asal n’ya’y kahanga-hanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong tula, sayo’y aking inaalay&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ganyan ka palagi, kasangbahay&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y naging halimbawa ko sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kaibigan kong tapat at totoo&lt;br /&gt;Sa hirap ay asahan mo rin nga ako&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya ko’y lagi akong sasaklolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa saya ay sasamahan din kita&lt;br /&gt;Hinding-hindi ka maiiwang mag-isa&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin nga sana ay magtiwala ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ‘di nakikita lang tayo tumingin&lt;br /&gt;Magdalahan tayo ng ating pasanin&lt;br /&gt;Tungkulin ay sabay nating tatapusin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-467005999760618662?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/467005999760618662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/467005999760618662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/03/kaibigang-tunay.html' title='Kaibigang Tunay'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8017718230837248239</id><published>2007-03-06T03:55:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:55:45.936+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Razon'/><title type='text'>Daniel Razon</title><content type='html'>Si kapatid na Daniel Razon po&lt;br /&gt;Ay isang tunay, totoong sugo&lt;br /&gt;Kay Bro Eli nga po s’ya natuto&lt;br /&gt;Mga hiwaga, banal na turo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula pagkabata’y inaralan&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa kanyang kasalukuyan&lt;br /&gt;Pag-aaral n’ya ng kabanalan&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na hindi matatawaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabaho ay hindi n’ya inuna&lt;br /&gt;Nang tungkulin ay malubos niya&lt;br /&gt;Tunay na mabuting halimbawa&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng may pagkaunawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarili ay di iniintindi&lt;br /&gt;Mabubuting gawa ay marami&lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y hindi nagbabaka-sakali&lt;br /&gt;Kasiguruha’y taglay parati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya po ay laging nakahanda&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga kabanalang pag-gawa&lt;br /&gt;Pananampalataya’y masigla&lt;br /&gt;Siya’y kahanga-hanga talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kapwa, siya ay matulungin&lt;br /&gt;Sa aral siya ay masunurin&lt;br /&gt;Kanyang salita atin ngang dinggin&lt;br /&gt;Nang sa buhay nga ay pagpalain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8017718230837248239?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8017718230837248239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8017718230837248239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/03/daniel-razon.html' title='Daniel Razon'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2726367681013879296</id><published>2007-03-04T23:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:19:25.413+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>My Mother Taught Me...</title><content type='html'>Have you had your mother teach you some strange things? Mine has. Let me share you some of the things I learned from her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE:&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to fight with each other, do it outside - I just finished cleaning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION:&lt;br /&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TRAVEL:&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOGIC:&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORESIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONY:&lt;br /&gt;"Keep laughing and I'll give you something to cry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science of OSMOSIS:&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your mouth and eat your supper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTORTIONISM:&lt;br /&gt;"Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAMINA:&lt;br /&gt;"You'll sit there 'til all that spinach is finished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEATHER:&lt;br /&gt;"It looks as if a tornado swept through your room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS:&lt;br /&gt;"If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming toward you; would you listen then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYPOCRISY:&lt;br /&gt;"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times - Don't Exaggerate!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CIRCLE OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;"Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY:&lt;br /&gt;"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! She is kind of wierd, alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2726367681013879296?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2726367681013879296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2726367681013879296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mother-taught-me.html' title='My Mother Taught Me...'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4210884495790785275</id><published>2007-03-04T03:02:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:03:03.979+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eli soriano'/><title type='text'>Si Kapatid na Eli Soriano</title><content type='html'>Si kapatid na Eli Soriano &lt;br /&gt;Sa kapwa’y magalang, maginoo &lt;br /&gt;Salita nya’y tapat at totoo &lt;br /&gt;Diyan ay makasasaksi ako &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng tanong nasasagot n’ya &lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa tulong ng Diyos Ama &lt;br /&gt;Kung iyong nais ay magtanong ka &lt;br /&gt;Nang sa iglesia ay tumibay ka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problema ng iba’y inaayos &lt;br /&gt;S’ya’y tumutulong sa kinakapos &lt;br /&gt;Kahit wala na siyang panggastos &lt;br /&gt;Upang makasunod lamang sa Dios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa debate’y di s’ya sumusuko &lt;br /&gt;At kailanma’y di pa natalo &lt;br /&gt;Di tulad ng mga pekeng guro &lt;br /&gt;Na mukha namang kulang sa ligo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa mundo siya’y sinugo &lt;br /&gt;Para maaralan mga tao &lt;br /&gt;Nang kanilang malaman kung pano &lt;br /&gt;Sumunod sa Dios ng mga hukbo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ma’y nagkakamali minsan &lt;br /&gt;Ito ay bunga ng kahinaan &lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat siya man ay may laman &lt;br /&gt;Kaya di dapat siyang pulaan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay hindi dapat hatulan &lt;br /&gt;Ng sinomang mayroon ding laman &lt;br /&gt;Pagka’t s’ya’y ministro sa harapan &lt;br /&gt;Ng mga taong may kabanalan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halina, siya’y ating pakinggan &lt;br /&gt;Nang mga hiwaga matutunan &lt;br /&gt;Sa Dios ang lahat ng kapurihan &lt;br /&gt;Magpakailan-kailan pa man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4210884495790785275?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4210884495790785275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4210884495790785275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/03/si-kapatid-na-eli-soriano.html' title='Si Kapatid na Eli Soriano'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-8592085274426726535</id><published>2007-02-27T01:14:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:14:48.221+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasalamat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abiv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nisan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Bagong Taon ng Kapatiran</title><content type='html'>Bagong taon ng may kabanalan&lt;br /&gt;Ay puno ng saya’t kagalakan&lt;br /&gt;Walang paputok o torotot man&lt;br /&gt;Kundi hiwaga na sakdal inam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maagang-maagang nagsihanda&lt;br /&gt;Mahabang b’yahe ay tiniyaga&lt;br /&gt;Sa Apalit ay nagsama-sama&lt;br /&gt;Upang magpasalamat sa Kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong buwan na pera’y itinabi&lt;br /&gt;Sa abuluyan nang makasali&lt;br /&gt;Nagbibigay na mayroong ngiti&lt;br /&gt;Kaligayaha’y bakas sa labi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pinananabikang aral &lt;br /&gt;Ay buong araw na inuusal&lt;br /&gt;Kahit hindi makapag-almusal&lt;br /&gt;Wag lang ma-late sa oras ng dasal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buong galak na nagsisiawit&lt;br /&gt;Sa Diyos Ama na nasa langit&lt;br /&gt;Gumagawa ng sa kaya’y higit&lt;br /&gt;At di na nagtatanong kung bakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halina kapatid at magsaya&lt;br /&gt;Panibagong taon sumapit na&lt;br /&gt;Paglilingkod natin sa Kaniya&lt;br /&gt;Ay atin ngang mas paghusayan pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problema’y huwag munang pansinin&lt;br /&gt;Unahin ang pag-aalay natin&lt;br /&gt;Mga kaalitan ating batiin&lt;br /&gt;Pakikipagkasundo ay gawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turo ni Ingkong iyong pakinggan&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang doon sa buong magdamagan&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay huwag mong tutulugan&lt;br /&gt;Upang aral ay ‘yong matutunan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-8592085274426726535?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8592085274426726535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/8592085274426726535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/02/bagong-taon-ng-kapatiran.html' title='Bagong Taon ng Kapatiran'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-2318574908093395500</id><published>2007-02-24T03:31:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:05:56.980+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>One day as I woke up, I noticed that my tears had gone dry on my face. I didn’t even notice myself fell asleep the night before. I was crying. I probably cried myself to sleep. All along, I thought that this was nothing but a lonely life. But as I stood up from my bed to wash my face, I saw a calendar on the wall. Bro Eli and Bro Daniel was on it. There was also the logo of our religion. Just as I saw His name written on it, I remembered something. I remembered that life isn’t so bad at all. I also remembered that I am not alone. God is with me for I am following His commandments. Then I smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God. Thank you for giving me the best day of my life. Oh, just to be with you is having the best day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-2318574908093395500?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2318574908093395500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/2318574908093395500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4396953924812672686</id><published>2007-02-24T03:30:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:05:37.825+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my conviction'/><title type='text'>My Conviction</title><content type='html'>Of the 6.5 billion people living in the world, only 3.4 billion live in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 3.4 billion people living in Asia, only 87 million live in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 87 million people living in the Philippines, only about 70 million live in Luzon.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 70 million people living in Luzon, only 975 thousand live in Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 975 thousand people living in Rizal, ony 470 thousand live in Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 470 thousand people living in Antipolo, I was called to be in the true religion and I never asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of the 6.5 billion people living in the world, 516 million people are males.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 516 million males, 289 million are aged from 22 to 24.&lt;br /&gt;And from the 289 million males aged 22 to 24, about 272 million have great dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And of the 272 million dreamers, here I am, inflicted with a mental illness called schizophrenia. Will I ask God why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4396953924812672686?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4396953924812672686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4396953924812672686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-conviction.html' title='My Conviction'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-5621332674745936606</id><published>2007-02-24T03:29:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:04:57.609+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian life'/><title type='text'>The Wonderful Life of a Christian</title><content type='html'>Life is filled with simple pleasures. Let’s enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to my locale, I met a brethren and she greeted me with a smile. A smile is a symbol of joy, of happiness. Her smile brought me gladness. Oh, what bliss. Just as we arrived at our locale, we got welcomed by smiles. Delight again. It seems that everywhere I go, there’s always happiness. A few minutes later, the congregational singing began. I was swept with joy as I sang with my brethren. The songs were filled with glory and I was like walking on air again! Then we bowed down for our prayers. We wept. Our tears were tears of joy, knowing that God was listening to us. Then, we listened to topic that was being brought about by Bro Eli. We watched his recording. Those were some of the most beautiful treasures I could ever have. Those were the words of God. I couldn’t help but smile. I’m on cloud nine again! After that, we prayed again. I just realized how much joy I had today as a Christian. And this is just an ordinary day for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s never a dull moment for a Christian. There are so many things to do! You can join the Teatro Kristyano, you can join the choir, and many other groups within the church. There are so many things to learn and so many experiences to share. Christian life is very colorful! If you got problems that you think are too difficult for you to solve, you can always approach a worker. If you are happy and think things are going nice for you, you can always thank God. There’s everything for anything. You’ll never run out of things to do! If you want friends, your brethren are there. You need not go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever marveled at the beauty of brotherhood? It’s the simple beauty that makes you smile, that completes your day. Some find it in the gallant performance of the music ministry, some find it in the dazzling presentation of the teatro and others in the virtuoso performance of our workers, in our preacher’s teachings. It’s everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, it is easy to find happiness inside the church, The Church of God. You don’t have to look for it, just feel it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-5621332674745936606?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5621332674745936606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/5621332674745936606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/02/wonderful-life-of-christian.html' title='The Wonderful Life of a Christian'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6295137442584695724</id><published>2007-01-06T18:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:04:29.449+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADD Writers Guild'/><title type='text'>ADD Writer's Guild</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... pangarap ko po makasali sa guild na to. Ang sarap po kase magsulat e. Sana marami ang sumali sa guild na to. Sana maging magagaling silang mga writers, tapos yun na... wow!!! Hmmm.... ako kaya, kelan kaya ako magiging isang magaling na manunulat? Siguro after twenty years pa. Malay natin no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6295137442584695724?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6295137442584695724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6295137442584695724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/01/add-writers-guild.html' title='ADD Writer&apos;s Guild'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-4892594664197088378</id><published>2007-01-05T13:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:04:06.674+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaanib.net'/><title type='text'>Haaaayyyyy....... Another Day, Another Night....</title><content type='html'>Wow!! Ang sarap-sarap talaga maging kristyano!!! Ang daming adventures, trials tsaka experiences!!! Ang sarap pa mag-post ng mga writings sa kaanib dot net. Miss ko na mga barkada ko sa Pinas. Kamusta na kaya sina tol? Sana magkasama ulit kami sa pagpapasalamat sa Dios!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-4892594664197088378?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4892594664197088378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/4892594664197088378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2007/01/haaaayyyyy-another-day-another-night.html' title='Haaaayyyyy....... Another Day, Another Night....'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232239782039361286.post-6625107576254735672</id><published>2006-12-05T16:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:55:32.176+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>Kamusta po?</title><content type='html'>Well, natapos ko na pong ayusin tong weblog ko. Na-virus po kasi. Nakakainis naman kasi yung iba dyan e, nagkakalat ng virus. Kamusta po? Ako si Eduard Kenneth Au at ito ang blogsite ko!!! He he he.... Corny ba? Speaking of ka-kornihan, miss ko na po mga kapatid sa pinas. Lalong- lalo na yung mga bespren ko. Miss ko na sina Lando, Alfonso tsaka Riyadh. Kelan ko kaya sila makikita? Sana malapit na. Naaalala ko pa yung pagsasama- sama namin noon sa pasalamat. Ang saya! Well, kita-kits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232239782039361286-6625107576254735672?l=angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6625107576254735672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232239782039361286/posts/default/6625107576254735672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angdatingdaanmuscat.blogspot.com/2006/12/kamusta-po.html' title='Kamusta po?'/><author><name>Eduard Kenneth Au</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926831917410548298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/auzone03/kenneth.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
