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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SkN2m2aX7OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hts4CKWZzEg/s400/PNN3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351251192059522274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7670171198477215065?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7670171198477215065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7670171198477215065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7670171198477215065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7670171198477215065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2009/06/parade-of-nations_25.html' title='Parade of Nations'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SkN2oBq68VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkUj68KbCk4/s72-c/PNN66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-268773239780023614</id><published>2009-06-16T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:21:50.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade of Nations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOKS0P87I/AAAAAAAAAP8/90Rqz1TOnRw/s1600-h/PN21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOKS0P87I/AAAAAAAAAP8/90Rqz1TOnRw/s400/PN21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899390026576818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOKB88DAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/awYeTDjoA8o/s1600-h/PN15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOKB88DAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/awYeTDjoA8o/s400/PN15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899385499618306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOJs81HwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LqrEz8xm8Dk/s1600-h/PN14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOJs81HwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LqrEz8xm8Dk/s400/PN14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899379862019842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOJdnibII/AAAAAAAAAPk/iKe9X8HtUXQ/s1600-h/PN9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOJdnibII/AAAAAAAAAPk/iKe9X8HtUXQ/s400/PN9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899375746182274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOI0xwbOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WPp6qa9gsIg/s1600-h/PN3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/SjeOI0xwbOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WPp6qa9gsIg/s400/PN3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899364783189218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-268773239780023614?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/268773239780023614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=268773239780023614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7419567706647810596</id><published>2009-06-09T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:15:49.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioactive Again</title><content type='html'>Some good things, no matter how you stifle them, they never die. I've put this blog in hiatus for the longest time. Now is the right moment to resurrect it. Wait for more and frequent posts. Most of what you'll be seeing from here on will be my work as a freelance photographer. Back in the day, I used to post quirky pictures I take of guys from jeepneys using my camera phone. I have since graduated to using a decent DSLR. And I'm now getting some moolah out of shooting. And I don't mean shooting guys in jeepneys again in stealth.  And as a starter, I'm posting pictures of my, ahem, boyfriend, Bench Tinao, posing for suits by Jazel Sy Fashion Shop. This is incidentally my latest work which I took over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57zNCBI5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/08B-XwZWFiA/s1600-h/Suit7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57zNCBI5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/08B-XwZWFiA/s400/Suit7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345927337026450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yyolGlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PcftEUIRbJE/s1600-h/Suit6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yyolGlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PcftEUIRbJE/s400/Suit6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345920251009618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57ygXWrhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fQ48EStaolQ/s1600-h/Suit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57ygXWrhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fQ48EStaolQ/s400/Suit4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345915346923026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yQsQNeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FiHptpz1OY/s1600-h/Suit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yQsQNeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FiHptpz1OY/s400/Suit3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345911139612130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yApjCRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OfJzeSlLxG0/s1600-h/Suit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57yApjCRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OfJzeSlLxG0/s400/Suit1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345906833295634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be posting more of my work soon here. You may also visit www.juonbox.multiply.com for my extensive portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7419567706647810596?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7419567706647810596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7419567706647810596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7419567706647810596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7419567706647810596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2009/06/radioactive-again.html' title='Radioactive Again'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Si57zNCBI5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/08B-XwZWFiA/s72-c/Suit7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3685241761218893208</id><published>2008-01-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:57:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=mp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=864691128464310605&amp;site=widget-4d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:475px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=mp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=864691128464310605&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4d.slide.com/p1/864691128464310605/mp_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMSeDw7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yo802eOK2Rs/s400/Red1small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154815286851126194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMieDw8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rEgTF6Jfjbs/s1600-h/Red2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMieDw8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rEgTF6Jfjbs/s400/Red2small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154815291146093506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMyeDw9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XuovjgJu0vY/s1600-h/Red3small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMyeDw9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XuovjgJu0vY/s400/Red3small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154815295441060818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics from this series at www.juOnbox.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-9080146009207428220?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/9080146009207428220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=9080146009207428220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9080146009207428220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9080146009207428220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2008/01/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R4mVMSeDw7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yo802eOK2Rs/s72-c/Red1small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8633609835261461731</id><published>2007-12-15T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:26:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R2PvcyeDw6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHnLnmo4RkI/s1600-h/Going+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R2PvcyeDw6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHnLnmo4RkI/s400/Going+Home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144218477250462626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is a very long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Live it. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;Bask in the heat of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;Smell the sweet scent of the trees that the cool wind carries. &lt;br /&gt;Pick that ripe fruit and taste its bittersweetness. &lt;br /&gt;Play in the sand. &lt;br /&gt;Run like a kid on the fresh blades of grass. &lt;br /&gt;But when your skin starts to ache&lt;br /&gt;Or your feet get blisters&lt;br /&gt;When your hair dries up&lt;br /&gt;Or when you start to feel your empty stomach&lt;br /&gt;When you get tired&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8633609835261461731?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8633609835261461731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8633609835261461731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8633609835261461731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8633609835261461731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R2PvcyeDw6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHnLnmo4RkI/s72-c/Going+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3280154826683035391</id><published>2007-12-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:36:16.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Boulevard</title><content type='html'>Despite how jaded and materialistic the world has turned out, it is such a relief to discover that there are still people who find walking by the breakwater during sunset sweet. Simple things still matter after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1VlNUIfuNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sW1QsGeaoTo/s1600-h/sunset+silhouette5couplemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1VlNUIfuNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sW1QsGeaoTo/s400/sunset+silhouette5couplemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140125829130336466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3280154826683035391?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3280154826683035391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3280154826683035391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3280154826683035391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3280154826683035391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunset-boulevard.html' title='Sunset Boulevard'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1VlNUIfuNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sW1QsGeaoTo/s72-c/sunset+silhouette5couplemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-568001703104611441</id><published>2007-12-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:09:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey's My All, JerryBoi Style</title><content type='html'>This is just so tempting not to share. ;-) This was first posted by  Cha02xx, an online buddy of mine over at Multiply. Watch that teenage boy turn into a diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.cha02xx.multiply.com/content/movie/cha02xx:video:66/cha02xx/66.flv/fLfFfZyJW,bOxPmiTnZ5ZQ/flash&amp;vidlength=228&amp;numericid=66&amp;userid=cha02xx&amp;baseurl=http://juonbox.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-568001703104611441?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/568001703104611441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=568001703104611441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/568001703104611441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/568001703104611441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/12/mariah-careys-my-all-jerryboi-style.html' title='Mariah Carey&apos;s My All, JerryBoi Style'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3365727962238025614</id><published>2007-12-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:19:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Friendship and No Broken Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KwxkIfuJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1D6K_H36GR8/s1600-R/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KwxkIfuJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U3Yb9tEOMkM/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139364490342545554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He'd kill me if he sees this. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jeff one morning on my way to work. I was having breakfast at one of the fastfoods in Ayala and there he was on the other table exchanging glances with me. He is cute. Being the malandi that I was, I finished off my pancakes and transferred to his table for some small talk. Well, come to think of it, we barely talked. I just sat there and we stared at each other. Nobody wanted to talk. I had to go in a few minutes so I grabbed a pen from my bag and wrote my number on the receipt. I slipped it on his hand, winked and smiled at him, and left. I received a text from him after a few minutes. He was apologizing for being torpe, and that he was glad that I was brave enough to get up to him and leave my number. We texted each other the entire day. He said he was glad we met.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you just know when it’s not worth it. He doesn’t answer most of my questions. No matter how I want to talk to him about many other things, he manages to steer the talk towards a neutral topic. When I text him about serious stuff, ask him about work, family, and friends, or when we talk about what we were all about, he doesn’t text back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we were able to spend some time with each other. We went out and just talked the whole time. All of my questions were answered. Is it really not worth it? Let me put it this way. Jeff is not relationship material. At least not for me. He knows what he wants and he had no qualms of letting me know about it, something that I appreciate better than him taking me for a ride. We've leveled our expectations and now everything is in its place. At the end of the day, there was all friendship and no broken hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created a playlist about Jeff and I which I want to share with you guys. The centerpiece of this playlist if this song by Joe featuring N'sync:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I Believe In You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in dreaming, it never got me very far.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed that love could find me, like an arrow through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in miracles, or building castles in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Not until that day I found you, turned around and you were there.&lt;br /&gt;From the day you came, you gave me, a whole new point of view.&lt;br /&gt;I've been touched by an angel, it's impossible, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today, no one will ever take your place.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in fairy tales, tho sometimes I wish I could,&lt;br /&gt;I never believed that golden slippers could ever find the perfect foot.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in magic, or that wishes could come true,&lt;br /&gt;But your very first kiss changed all this, something only you could do.&lt;br /&gt;You made me a believer, you made me trust again,&lt;br /&gt;You showed there's a pot of gold, at every rainbow's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today, no one will ever take your place.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love, sets you free, &lt;br /&gt;And if you serve to fate, then you're my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, now I see.&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen, if you just believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that forever from today, no one will ever take your place.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe our love will last always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other songs in the playlist are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Chance by Allure&lt;br /&gt;Kung Ako na Lang Sana by Bituin Escalante&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw and Lahat sa Akin by Pipo Lina&lt;br /&gt;I'd Still Say Yes by The Braxtons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs here &lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/399/Jeff_and_I&gt;Jeff and I&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3365727962238025614?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3365727962238025614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3365727962238025614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3365727962238025614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3365727962238025614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-friendship-and-no-broken-hearts.html' title='All Friendship and No Broken Hearts'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KwxkIfuJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U3Yb9tEOMkM/s72-c/IMG_2839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8343012909761464955</id><published>2007-11-11T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:25:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big Christmas person really but for some reason, I feel this year's Season will be a whole lot great for me. Don't ask me why coz I don't know. I just feel it. It already feels so Christmas to me this early! I went around taking pictures this afternoon. Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyF0IfuKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NVFp200wJmQ/s1600-R/The+Colors+of+Christmas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyF0IfuKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gvVH6VeL-As/s400/The+Colors+of+Christmas7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139365937746524322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyGEIfuLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vQJCQcJC7ZQ/s1600-R/The+Colors+of+Christmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyGEIfuLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LSI8zdLsa6I/s400/The+Colors+of+Christmas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139365942041491634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyGUIfuMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r1NoiSHF8HM/s1600-R/The+Colors+of+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyGUIfuMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PbwNobjd16c/s400/The+Colors+of+Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139365946336458946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8343012909761464955?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8343012909761464955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8343012909761464955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8343012909761464955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8343012909761464955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/R1KyF0IfuKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gvVH6VeL-As/s72-c/The+Colors+of+Christmas7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1458667430148256577</id><published>2007-11-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:04:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnbox Music: Pangarap Ko ang Ibigin Ka (For Mr. Crush)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzMGoQQa0eI/AAAAAAAAAII/C7kvpcN-MMc/s1600-h/radioactivityhead6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzMGoQQa0eI/AAAAAAAAAII/C7kvpcN-MMc/s400/radioactivityhead6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130451689133494754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That diabetic smile on my face is unbelievable! I have a crush on somebody and I can't help it! What's worse is that I get these songs playing in my head when I see him. It's so high school. Which explains why I'm posting another song here. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you Mr. Crush, I know you'll be reading this whether you like it or not. Yeah it's you. I think you're cute. And if I get to see you, I'll tell this to your face. And probably sing to you as well. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on the link to listen to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/373/Movie_Themes&gt;Pangarap Ko ang Ibigin Ka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ikaw ay nariyan&lt;br /&gt;Sabay kong nadarama ang kaba at ligaya&lt;br /&gt;Ang 'yong tinig wari ko'y di marinig&lt;br /&gt;'Pagkat namamangha 'pag kausap ka&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nais kong malaman mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang sinisigaw nitong aking puso&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;At sa habang panahon, ikaw ay makasama&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang ang siyang kulang sa buhay kong ito&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw kaya ay nais din&lt;br /&gt;Akong makapiling at ibigin&lt;br /&gt;O kay sarap namang isipin&lt;br /&gt;Na tayong dalawa ay iisa ang damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Aking hinihiling na sabihin mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang binubulong ng 'yong puso&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;At sa habang panahon, ikaw ay makasama&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang ang siyang kulang sa buhay kong ito&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;O kay tagal ko nang naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Na sa akin ay mag-aalay&lt;br /&gt;Ng pag-ibig na tunay at di magwawakas&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;At sa habang panahon, ikaw ay makasama&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang ang siyang kulang sa buhay kong ito&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;At sa habang panahon, ikaw ay makasama&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang ang siyang kulang sa buhay kong ito&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko ang ibigin ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/373/Movie_Themes&gt;Pangarap Ko ang Ibigin Ka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1458667430148256577?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1458667430148256577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1458667430148256577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1458667430148256577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1458667430148256577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/juonbox-music-pangarap-ko-ang-ibigin-ka.html' title='juOnbox Music: Pangarap Ko ang Ibigin Ka (For Mr. Crush)'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzMGoQQa0eI/AAAAAAAAAII/C7kvpcN-MMc/s72-c/radioactivityhead6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-93495431316869251</id><published>2007-11-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:04:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment Blog of the Month</title><content type='html'>WTF? Radioactivity is nominated as "Entertainment Blog of the Month" at &lt;a href="http://julia-aquino.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://julia-aquino.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. So to my readers out there both here in blogger and in multiply, you might want to visit &lt;a href="http://julia-aquino.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://julia-aquino.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and vote for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julia-aquino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBzoV5vD3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/r6Td_Gf-eJg/s1600-h/radioactivityblogger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBzoV5vD3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/r6Td_Gf-eJg/s400/radioactivityblogger1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129727112486260594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this for fun. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-93495431316869251?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/93495431316869251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=93495431316869251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/93495431316869251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/93495431316869251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/entertainment-blog-of-month.html' title='Entertainment Blog of the Month'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBzoV5vD3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/r6Td_Gf-eJg/s72-c/radioactivityblogger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3569044813977974024</id><published>2007-11-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:51:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographing Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBwOl5vD1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5unkOPoa9k/s1600-h/Girl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBwOl5vD1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5unkOPoa9k/s400/Girl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129723371569745746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBwPl5vD2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iN3jO1C5nXk/s1600-h/Boy1HighKey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBwPl5vD2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iN3jO1C5nXk/s400/Boy1HighKey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129723388749614946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are cute. But when you play with their pics on PP, they can be scary. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3569044813977974024?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3569044813977974024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3569044813977974024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3569044813977974024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3569044813977974024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/photographing-children.html' title='Photographing Children'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RzBwOl5vD1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5unkOPoa9k/s72-c/Girl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7776457405537728809</id><published>2007-11-04T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:54:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukas na Lang Kita Mamahalin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why does love have to be so bittersweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Ry0lkl5vD0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Iv5nY7dZE4k/s1600-h/radioactivityhead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Ry0lkl5vD0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Iv5nY7dZE4k/s400/radioactivityhead1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128796861224652610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/373/Movie_Themes&gt;Bukas na Lang Kita Mamahalin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay hirap pa lang umibig sa di tamang panahon &lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit ngayon ko lang natagpuan ang isang katulad mo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana noon pa kita nakilala &lt;br /&gt;Sana noon pa lang na ang puso ay malaya pang magmahal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita mamahalin &lt;br /&gt;Sabay sa paglaya ng ating mga puso &lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita mamahalin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay hirap pa lang umibig sa di tamang panahon &lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit ngayon ko lang natagpuan ang isang katulad mo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana noon pa kita nakilala &lt;br /&gt;Sana noon pa lang na ang puso ay malaya pang magmahal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita mamahalin &lt;br /&gt;Sabay sa paglaya ng ating mga puso &lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita &lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita &lt;br /&gt;Bukas na lang kita &lt;br /&gt;Mamahalin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/373/Movie_Themes&gt;Bukas na Lang Kita Mamahalin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7776457405537728809?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7776457405537728809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7776457405537728809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7776457405537728809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7776457405537728809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/bukas-na-lang-kita-mamahalin.html' title='Bukas na Lang Kita Mamahalin'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Ry0lkl5vD0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Iv5nY7dZE4k/s72-c/radioactivityhead1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3779749713894934297</id><published>2007-11-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:45:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapu-Lapu in a Different Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyntM15vDzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sQ2m9ykhYtI/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyntM15vDzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sQ2m9ykhYtI/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127890455621472050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rynr0l5vDxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/acoINFBYJCg/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rynr0l5vDxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/acoINFBYJCg/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127888939498016530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3779749713894934297?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3779749713894934297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3779749713894934297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3779749713894934297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3779749713894934297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/lapu-lapu-in-different-light.html' title='Lapu-Lapu in a Different Light'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyntM15vDzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sQ2m9ykhYtI/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1541068789925097219</id><published>2007-11-01T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:43:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Mac for My Mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RylKnF5vDsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7PlSi-xRbyo/s1600-h/Leopard+Screen+Cap+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RylKnF5vDsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7PlSi-xRbyo/s400/Leopard+Screen+Cap+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711686197710530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RylKd15vDrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Q8V9-brY20/s1600-h/Leopard+Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RylKd15vDrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Q8V9-brY20/s400/Leopard+Screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711527283920562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think excitement over a new OS would keep me up so late at night because of anticipation. The last time I stayed up very late was months ago when somebody was installing hardware in my slot. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hold of my copy of the new Mac OS X 10.5, more popularly known as Leopard, Tuesday lunch time (Thanks Mudz and Neil!). I got around to starting the install only when I got home. Before I started, I had to consult with Mudz and Neil since they installed theirs earlier. Apparently, Neil experienced the blue screen of death during his install so he had to do a clean one instead of just upgrading. I had to get over that initial apprehension before I slotted the disk in my port. Thankfully, aside from minimal hitches, the install went pretty well. Ang bilis! Ginabi lang ako dahil pagkatapos ng installation, I couldn't help exploring it. Galeng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1541068789925097219?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1541068789925097219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1541068789925097219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1541068789925097219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1541068789925097219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-mac-for-my-mac.html' title='A New Mac for My Mac!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RylKnF5vDsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7PlSi-xRbyo/s72-c/Leopard+Screen+Cap+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4188166327102162351</id><published>2007-10-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:56:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXzq15vDnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I82Vx8jric0/s1600-h/Undas19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXzq15vDnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I82Vx8jric0/s400/Undas19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126771668180471410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXzrl5vDoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MphOEk3f-kU/s1600-h/Undas20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXzrl5vDoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MphOEk3f-kU/s400/Undas20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126771681065373314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4188166327102162351?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4188166327102162351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4188166327102162351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4188166327102162351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4188166327102162351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/10/playing-alone.html' title='Playing Alone'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXzq15vDnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I82Vx8jric0/s72-c/Undas19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-9167094969788278388</id><published>2007-10-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:51:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers for Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXyi15vDkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EAkfLaMPd5M/s1600-h/Undas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXyi15vDkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EAkfLaMPd5M/s400/Undas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126770431229890114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXykF5vDlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q1NPQX0fWeo/s1600-h/Undas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXykF5vDlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q1NPQX0fWeo/s400/Undas5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126770452704726610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXykV5vDmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dEhtaS5yKPs/s1600-h/Undas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXykV5vDmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dEhtaS5yKPs/s400/Undas10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126770456999693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of the flowers I brought to Dad's grave this morning. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-9167094969788278388?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/9167094969788278388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=9167094969788278388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9167094969788278388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9167094969788278388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/10/flowers-for-dad.html' title='Flowers for Dad'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RyXyi15vDkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EAkfLaMPd5M/s72-c/Undas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6972686861475555792</id><published>2007-10-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:35:39.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOn Music 12: Jennifer Lopez, Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxytsItvJGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RVX3WenCiE4/s1600-h/51l6mrGEz7L._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxytsItvJGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RVX3WenCiE4/s400/51l6mrGEz7L._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124161449805948002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been highly anticipating this latest release from Jennifer Lopez. Her fifth studio recorded English album after Rebirth, Brave debuted at number 12 in the Billboard 200. That's good enough, but not the best for her historically. It's her first album not to make it to the top 10 of Billboard 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album brings her back to good old hip-hop, pop, and R&amp;B. The first single off this album is Do It Well. Listen to the songs here &lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/316/juOn_Music_Jennifer_Lopez_Brave&gt;juOn Music: Jennifer Lopez, Brave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music video for Do It Well is of course full of kickass thumping. Something you'd always expect from Jennifer Lopez. She flexes her muscles alright in the video not just by the dance routines but also by kickin and pushin all the guys, literaly. Check it out here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XMng0vCVog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6972686861475555792?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6972686861475555792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6972686861475555792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6972686861475555792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6972686861475555792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/10/juon-music-12-jennifer-lopez-brave.html' title='juOn Music 12: Jennifer Lopez, Brave'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxytsItvJGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RVX3WenCiE4/s72-c/51l6mrGEz7L._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4817014026987409665</id><published>2007-10-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:13:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critters and Greens Salad Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm sharing some photos I took with my eos 400D. Practice shots so be kind. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDHYtvJDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nlQ9JYiMCO8/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDHYtvJDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nlQ9JYiMCO8/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120807307981038642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDHotvJEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyrXzHo8RqM/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDHotvJEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CyrXzHo8RqM/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120807312276005954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDIItvJFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LCn-KJnom-g/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDIItvJFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LCn-KJnom-g/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120807320865940562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos in my multiply site www.juonbox.multiply.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new bumper on top, that's a practice shot also. I take photos of everything now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4817014026987409665?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4817014026987409665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4817014026987409665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4817014026987409665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4817014026987409665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/10/critters-and-greens-salad-anyone.html' title='Critters and Greens Salad Anyone?'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RxDDHYtvJDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nlQ9JYiMCO8/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2520360970168053076</id><published>2007-10-12T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:17:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Touched!</title><content type='html'>My new iPod Touch did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68qItvJAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kOwCNhPNYMY/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68qItvJAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kOwCNhPNYMY/s400/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237258446676994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68qotvJBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KZiEDhIawyI/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68qotvJBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KZiEDhIawyI/s400/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237267036611602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68q4tvJCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WB_3JfKsWOw/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68q4tvJCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WB_3JfKsWOw/s400/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120237271331578914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broke. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2520360970168053076?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2520360970168053076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2520360970168053076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2520360970168053076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2520360970168053076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-touched.html' title='I Was Touched!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rw68qItvJAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kOwCNhPNYMY/s72-c/IMG_1052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4423321112338424219</id><published>2007-09-27T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:32:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOn Break: Pinoy Mountain Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RvuFO4tvI_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wKTs96r8zeE/s1600-h/27092007018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RvuFO4tvI_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wKTs96r8zeE/s400/27092007018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114828292598211570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RvuFA4tvI-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iTxbyYBSvPQ/s1600-h/27092007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RvuFA4tvI-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iTxbyYBSvPQ/s400/27092007014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114828052080042978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinsons Pioneer is a favorite hangout of mine because of free wifi. And wifi is best enjoyed with coffee and something to eat. There used to be a Coffee Beanery at the second floor but it closed down a few months ago. Wifi at Robinsons was never the same again after that. Well, until today when I chanced upon the newly opened coffee specialty store Pinoy Mountain Coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located right smack at the main entrance of Robinsons Pioneer so it's not very hard to miss. If you frequent this mall, you'd know that this coffee shop has no competition, literally, since there's no other choice. No Starbucks. No Gloria Jeans. No Seattle's Best. Sayang ang wifi tuloy. But not anymore. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little store looks pretty interesting. Its ambience reminds me of Baguio, with carved wood all over the place, from the facade of the counter to the bar stools and some of the seats. The down side is that the place is pretty small: 2 round tables for 4 in the outside lobby for smokers, a similar table inside the mall, and a sala-type setting with an old chest serving as table, two single chairs and a scrap-wood settee. The smokers area is separated from the rest of the mall's outside lobby with two karitela wheels and a capiz shell wall. The place looks pretty cozy. It gave me the feeling that I was having coffee in my lola's house. Except that I had wifi. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The whole point of course of this exercise was to taste the coffee. I ordered brewed coffee and caramel brownies. I love coffee, whatever kind it is. The brewed coffee that I ordered is a pleasant respite from my daily dose of Mister Donut brewed coffee. And the brownies was really good. It was moist and chewy and so good to eat. It was a perfect compliment to my warm strong coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that the price was affordable. The medium-sized coffee and the brownies cost me 70 pesos only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one point for improvement, though. They could make the serving time a little swifter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;br /&gt;If you love food, kwento, or (free) Internet with your coffee, check out Pinoy Mountain Coffee at Robinsons Pioneer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4423321112338424219?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4423321112338424219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4423321112338424219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4423321112338424219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4423321112338424219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/09/juon-break-pinoy-mountain-coffee.html' title='juOn Break: Pinoy Mountain Coffee'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RvuFO4tvI_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wKTs96r8zeE/s72-c/27092007018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3371847967038426136</id><published>2007-08-27T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:26:03.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwa Idol First Elimination Round</title><content type='html'>The night before the elimination round, I was working my ass off to finish a deadline with my great team from Harrison Communications. We went home 8 am. I took a quick breakfast and shower and headed off to Araneta Coliseum for, nope not the elimination rounds yet, but a meeting with the Leasing Departmen for my September 01 event. Pota. When I got to the office at around 12, the eliminations will be starting in 30 and I haven't got no decent practice. I was supposed to be number 7 but because I had to finish some work, the rganizer volunteered to move me to the last. It bought me 20 minutes of time alone to practice. I got frustrated during practice coz for some reason I keep on forgetting the damn lyrics. Sabi ko bahala na. When it was my turn, I felt confident because I felt the excitement of the crowd seeing me there. It got me going. Akalain mo, I sang the whole song with the correct lyrics. And I even topped the eliminations. Pota. Isang libo rin yun. Hahahahaha. I'll be better prepared next time. Mapagkakakitaan pala ang pagkanta. hahahahahaha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RtKVmOkeV_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/B3f8p1_ryS8/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RtKVmOkeV_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/B3f8p1_ryS8/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103305811742840818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang Peabo Bryson's If Ever You're in My Arms Again. Akalain mong a few hours after some guy from the past would actually want to sing that song to me. Hala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF EVER YOU'RE IN MY ARMS AGAIN (Peabo Bryson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came so easy, all the loving you gave me &lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared, and I still can remember &lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender, it told me you cared &lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't see, until it was gone &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime, may be too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever &lt;br /&gt;This time will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seeing clearly &lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me &lt;br /&gt;I still love you so &lt;br /&gt;There's something between us &lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us &lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go &lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't know it &lt;br /&gt;Till my life fell apart &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Isn't too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of romances, &lt;br /&gt;deserve second chances &lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I promise now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3371847967038426136?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3371847967038426136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3371847967038426136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3371847967038426136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3371847967038426136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/08/diwa-idol-first-elimination-round.html' title='Diwa Idol First Elimination Round'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RtKVmOkeV_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/B3f8p1_ryS8/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4855296344221596240</id><published>2007-08-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:14:06.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwa Idol: Meet the Contenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RsRX0ukeV9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wbL0nc5Vyzc/s1600-h/diwa+final+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RsRX0ukeV9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wbL0nc5Vyzc/s400/diwa+final+12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099297241456072658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RsRbD-keV-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/l_yU5zfefEg/s1600-h/IMG_6589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RsRbD-keV-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/l_yU5zfefEg/s400/IMG_6589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099300801983961058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4855296344221596240?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4855296344221596240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4855296344221596240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4855296344221596240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4855296344221596240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/08/diwa-idol-meet-contenders.html' title='Diwa Idol: Meet the Contenders'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RsRX0ukeV9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wbL0nc5Vyzc/s72-c/diwa+final+12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6050795969714991951</id><published>2007-07-29T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:27:49.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 25: The Silver Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdX2hP6I/AAAAAAAAADU/nd84xiuIJeA/s1600-h/Boi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdX2hP6I/AAAAAAAAADU/nd84xiuIJeA/s400/Boi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609610500620194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdX2hP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/nKj2irG7N7E/s1600-h/Boi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdX2hP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/nKj2irG7N7E/s400/Boi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609610500620210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP8I/AAAAAAAAADk/9088DwEO93w/s1600-h/Boi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP8I/AAAAAAAAADk/9088DwEO93w/s400/Boi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609614795587522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Gq7kqxT2rwk/s1600-h/Boi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Gq7kqxT2rwk/s400/Boi4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609614795587538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/XWZlcXNxU8o/s1600-h/Yero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdn2hP-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/XWZlcXNxU8o/s400/Yero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609614795587554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6050795969714991951?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6050795969714991951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6050795969714991951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6050795969714991951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6050795969714991951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/07/jeepney-hunk-25-silver-hunk.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 25: The Silver Hunk'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqyVdX2hP6I/AAAAAAAAADU/nd84xiuIJeA/s72-c/Boi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-287841313643925666</id><published>2007-07-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:48:22.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwa Idol: The Divine Spirit Soars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqdTGX2hP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ot8pCYE847g/s1600-h/diwaidolpostersmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqdTGX2hP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ot8pCYE847g/s400/diwaidolpostersmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091129272712642450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could anything get cheesier than this? My company's HR thought of doing an American Idol style singing competition in the office. Being the trooper that I always am, I joined. And what do you know? I got in as one of the 12 finalist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the official &lt;a href="http://202.58.243.88/diwaidol"&gt;Diwa Idol&lt;/a&gt; site to learn more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://202.58.243.88/diwaidol/profile.asp?action=showprof1&amp;id=23&amp;vid=video/espiritu01.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see my profile and my audition. Naputsa. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am called Armelicious in the competition. But April and Gil came up with a better screen name: The Divine Spirit. A take-off from Zsa Zsa Padilla's Divine Diva. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-287841313643925666?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/287841313643925666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=287841313643925666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/287841313643925666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/287841313643925666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/07/diwa-idol-divine-spirit-soars.html' title='Diwa Idol: The Divine Spirit Soars'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RqdTGX2hP5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ot8pCYE847g/s72-c/diwaidolpostersmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8177067286675800505</id><published>2007-07-08T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:15:24.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 24: Lazy Sunday Afternoon Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUGfzrQI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJGcDFKVi_I/s1600-h/alain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUGfzrQI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJGcDFKVi_I/s400/alain1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084705062131051778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUWfzrRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pDjYPOKzI_w/s1600-h/alain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUWfzrRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pDjYPOKzI_w/s400/alain2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084705066426019090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUmfzrSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KRNkAgRZVq0/s1600-h/alain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUmfzrSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KRNkAgRZVq0/s400/alain3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084705070720986402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAU2fzrTI/AAAAAAAAADE/FxHHbSOp0yY/s1600-h/alain6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAU2fzrTI/AAAAAAAAADE/FxHHbSOp0yY/s400/alain6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084705075015953714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna do nothing but lay around on the sofa with this cutie cuddling you on a lazy Sunday afternoon? Or maybe you're not that lazy to JUST lie down beside him? I bet he'lllet you do whatever you want. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8177067286675800505?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8177067286675800505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8177067286675800505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8177067286675800505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8177067286675800505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/07/jeepney-hunk-24-lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 24: Lazy Sunday Afternoon Hunk'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RpCAUGfzrQI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJGcDFKVi_I/s72-c/alain1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2794721968695468367</id><published>2007-07-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:29:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 23: Birthday Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlO2fzrLI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJjV29d6Q84/s1600-h/01-07-07_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlO2fzrLI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJjV29d6Q84/s400/01-07-07_1416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142010332392626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPGfzrMI/AAAAAAAAACM/f3DhoICXml0/s1600-h/01-07-07_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPGfzrMI/AAAAAAAAACM/f3DhoICXml0/s400/01-07-07_1413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142014627359938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPGfzrNI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRhXso7obf0/s1600-h/01-07-07_1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPGfzrNI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRhXso7obf0/s400/01-07-07_1414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142014627359954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPWfzrOI/AAAAAAAAACc/l4lVeIMyPXw/s1600-h/01-07-07_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPWfzrOI/AAAAAAAAACc/l4lVeIMyPXw/s400/01-07-07_1417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142018922327266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPWfzrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/3ViXg7AZjYY/s1600-h/01-07-07_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlPWfzrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/3ViXg7AZjYY/s400/01-07-07_1415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142018922327282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday today so you have to give this to me. I know. He's not the typical hunk. For those of you who are new to this series, that is exactly the point. :-) Hey I'm not being a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday hunk I found out lives around my area. Hhhmmmm. I wonder how he'd look with icing all over him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2794721968695468367?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2794721968695468367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2794721968695468367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2794721968695468367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2794721968695468367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/07/jeepney-hunk-23-birthday-hunk.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 23: Birthday Hunk'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RodlO2fzrLI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJjV29d6Q84/s72-c/01-07-07_1416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5741133019109205304</id><published>2007-06-25T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:25:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rn-ysfIgoUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IC99wqiv1N8/s1600-h/birthday-cake-773619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rn-ysfIgoUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IC99wqiv1N8/s400/birthday-cake-773619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079975382038389058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning 29 in a few days but I'm so not in the mood for a celebration because of all the work! I've never been this busy all my life. Some people might call this corporate slavery but the truth is that despite the neck-deep load, I'm actually having a great time being stressed out. Sadista ata ang tawag dun? Anyway, work is a very good excuse not to think about getting another year old. Man, I'm a year short of 30! I don't know what to think of that. I just feel ancient. You can say I'm a little scared of that. I don't know. I'll deal with it later. For now, I'll just work, work, work. Puta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5741133019109205304?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5741133019109205304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5741133019109205304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5741133019109205304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5741133019109205304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rn-ysfIgoUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IC99wqiv1N8/s72-c/birthday-cake-773619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2469644575047778674</id><published>2007-06-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:18:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 22: The Bus Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="400" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/04202007_001_-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/04202007_002_-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hunks just keep pouring like the early showers of the rainy season. Instead of the usual pictures, I have here short videos of Mr. Bus Hunk taken by one of our sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2469644575047778674?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2469644575047778674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2469644575047778674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2469644575047778674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2469644575047778674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/06/jeepney-hunk-22-th-bus-hunk.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 22: The Bus Hunk'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2599767001077751357</id><published>2007-06-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:08:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RnTPyfIgoTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s13nIDjLIw8/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RnTPyfIgoTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s13nIDjLIw8/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076911146210992434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2599767001077751357?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2599767001077751357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2599767001077751357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2599767001077751357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2599767001077751357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RnTPyfIgoTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s13nIDjLIw8/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7621150117270487963</id><published>2007-06-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:56:46.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Good-bye</title><content type='html'>That is, to my phones. I lost my Nokia N80 Wednesday last week. It's my fault. I was on my way to work hat morning. I put my phone in the pocket of my backpack. I knew I had it with me that morning because I checked it several times in the jeep. When I got off at Ayala, I took the underpass to cross to the other side. My bag was on my back. When  got to the other side and my sense got back to me, I clutched my bag to the front and realized that the pocket was open and my phone wasn't there anymore. Waaah! It's one of em days when I let loose a little bit on security and then I was hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself a new phone days ater that. I bought a Motorola V3X. I got the pink one. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RmufjfIgoQI/AAAAAAAAABc/1JNKaHst-EI/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RmufjfIgoQI/AAAAAAAAABc/1JNKaHst-EI/s400/Photo+42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074324837164425474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RmufjfIgoRI/AAAAAAAAABk/_wnkog2f414/s1600-h/Photo+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RmufjfIgoRI/AAAAAAAAABk/_wnkog2f414/s400/Photo+43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074324837164425490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the phone so far. However, I felt like I bought it in impulse because now i want the Motorola V3XX also. I'm looking for a pink one but I can't find any. I'm really bent on selling my V3X and getting a V3XX. Anyone interested? I just put it up in ebay Philippines a few minutes ago. Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7621150117270487963?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7621150117270487963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7621150117270487963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7621150117270487963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7621150117270487963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-and-good-bye.html' title='Hello and Good-bye'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RmufjfIgoQI/AAAAAAAAABc/1JNKaHst-EI/s72-c/Photo+42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4879219221689162669</id><published>2007-05-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:14:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rlkv2DUj2eI/AAAAAAAAABU/iuE14mZC8UE/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rlkv2DUj2eI/AAAAAAAAABU/iuE14mZC8UE/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069135461233187298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4879219221689162669?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4879219221689162669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4879219221689162669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4879219221689162669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4879219221689162669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rlkv2DUj2eI/AAAAAAAAABU/iuE14mZC8UE/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8458404956528221506</id><published>2007-05-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:22:31.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 14: Ciara, The Evolution of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/1921_388938545_ciara_evolution_hq_1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Right &lt;br /&gt;by Ciara Feat Li’l John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CiCi:]&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he call - I come&lt;br /&gt;...but, this time I think about ME! (that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;And what I need (that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm doin' ME! (that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;And I ma hav' fun! (that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Jon:] I bet you won't get crunk, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CiCi:] That's my jam, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Jon:] Get crunk, get crunk, ....&lt;br /&gt;[CiCi:] That's right, that's right, ... (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Jon:]&lt;br /&gt;Let's go,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go now... now ladies...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now...&lt;br /&gt;If you always...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now...&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for everybody else...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now...and not yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now...tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you...we gon' party baby...&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, let's go now&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, crank that thang c'mon [8x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 (CiCi):]&lt;br /&gt;I was driving, cruisin' on the highway...&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday, midnight, when he called me...&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "HELL NO!"&lt;br /&gt;I already know what he wants: SURPRISE - SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;So I changed plans and made some arrangements&lt;br /&gt;I won't be chasing, someone that's replacing, and..&lt;br /&gt;That's when I called my girls up..&lt;br /&gt;We about to hit the club up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night (let's go..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;You can miss me all you want&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not coming over&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm doing me&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you in the morning (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with my girls&lt;br /&gt;Until the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me no&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can do what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going out&lt;br /&gt;Let's ride up in a party&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning off my phone&lt;br /&gt;So we can get it on&lt;br /&gt;O-ooh, o-ooh, o-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;He kept sending e-mails&lt;br /&gt;Asking for details&lt;br /&gt;"When are you leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;"When will you get here?"&lt;br /&gt;Kept calling my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;I send him straight to voice mail&lt;br /&gt;...leave a message {spoken}&lt;br /&gt;I usually call back&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't fall back&lt;br /&gt;I know what the real be&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Jon:]&lt;br /&gt;Tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap (that booty)&lt;br /&gt;But he's not gonna get (that booty)&lt;br /&gt;If he think that it's like that (uh)&lt;br /&gt;He can think that's nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CiCi's Rap / Break:]&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands up on my back, back&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the flow, flow&lt;br /&gt;We gon' ride on out, that's right, take it down low, that's right&lt;br /&gt;What's up? I'm hot tonight&lt;br /&gt;What's up? We in the spot tonight&lt;br /&gt;What's up? That's right, that's right, that's right,&lt;br /&gt;Like this uh this, like that, that, that,&lt;br /&gt;JOHN drop the beat and bring it back, back, back!!&lt;br /&gt;Wassup? Wassup? That's right, that's right&lt;br /&gt;You like it? I like it!&lt;br /&gt;You love it? I love it!&lt;br /&gt;You want it? You want it?&lt;br /&gt;Wassup? Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs here. &lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/283&gt;Ciara, The Evolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8458404956528221506?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8458404956528221506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8458404956528221506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8458404956528221506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8458404956528221506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/juonbox-music-14-ciara-evolution-of.html' title='juOnBox Music 14: Ciara, The Evolution of Music'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7814343934604454660</id><published>2007-05-14T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:22:31.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rkgp3H7GpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBOk1sEohFk/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rkgp3H7GpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBOk1sEohFk/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064343807974614370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkgqDn7GpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZp5-AoL2WY/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkgqDn7GpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZp5-AoL2WY/s400/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064344022722979186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkgqM37GpYI/AAAAAAAAABM/t3RjWwvgts0/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkgqM37GpYI/AAAAAAAAABM/t3RjWwvgts0/s400/Page_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064344181636769154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7814343934604454660?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7814343934604454660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7814343934604454660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7814343934604454660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7814343934604454660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/Rkgp3H7GpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oBOk1sEohFk/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7008874843397636834</id><published>2007-05-14T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:13:42.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 13: Timbaland, Shock Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkglIn7GpSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zw6XgUqT7T8/s1600-h/l_1297b9768a289158db6ff81c2cdcc561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkglIn7GpSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zw6XgUqT7T8/s400/l_1297b9768a289158db6ff81c2cdcc561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064338611064186146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbalandmusic.com/"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timbaland"&gt;Timothy Z. Mosley&lt;/a&gt; in real life, is one of the hottest hip-hop and RNB producers of our time. After crafting songs for artists such as Justin Timberlake, Nelly Furtado, Jay-Z, Missy Elliot, The Pussycat Dolls, etc., he’s finally stepped out of their shadows, or should I say eased out from under their wings and make himself soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs &lt;a href="http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/259"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the standouts are collaborations with his artist friends mentioned above. My personal favorites are Give It to Me, Release, Bounce, Boardmeeting, and 2 Man Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7008874843397636834?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7008874843397636834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7008874843397636834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7008874843397636834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7008874843397636834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/juonbox-music-13-timbaland-shock-value.html' title='juOnBox Music 13: Timbaland, Shock Value'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkglIn7GpSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zw6XgUqT7T8/s72-c/l_1297b9768a289158db6ff81c2cdcc561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8263848322156517066</id><published>2007-05-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:40:46.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkggX37GpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LsZVbNT_XN4/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkggX37GpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LsZVbNT_XN4/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064333375499052290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8263848322156517066?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8263848322156517066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8263848322156517066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8263848322156517066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8263848322156517066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/RkggX37GpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LsZVbNT_XN4/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-854775805219930771</id><published>2007-05-13T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:46:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 21: Lawrence Mr. Risque</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/Lawrence2.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/Lawrence1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/Lawrence3.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/Lawrence3.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepney Hunks is going a little risqué with JH 21 Lawrence. If you guys are curious, I didn’t take these pictures myself. I wish I did! ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-854775805219930771?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/854775805219930771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=854775805219930771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/854775805219930771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/854775805219930771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/jeepney-hunk-21-lawrence-mr-risque.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 21: Lawrence Mr. Risque'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2184503913354912593</id><published>2007-05-13T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:38:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/Photo8.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really do I need all of these? I don’t. So thanks but no thanks. Next time, don’t bother asking. And as a favor, I won’t offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I experience certain emotions about something because of some reason I think I know. But when I look at it really close, I realize that the seed of that emotion is not what is seems to be. Was I angry because he didn’t show up when he said he would? Or was I angry because I didn’t see him? Was I happy because I thought he missed me because he’d been calling again? Or was I happy because I missed him and I feel elated that he called? Was I excited because he thinks of me more often than I thought he did? Or was I excited because I think of him so often and it thrills me that he does the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to lose us especially after all the pain and the hurt that we have no choice but to bear. Pain and hurt make us tough all right. But they make some of us callous and jaded as well. I am ashamed to admit that that has what pain and hurt done to me. I was a tough cookie all right. But I am bitter and hateful and hopeless as well. And most of the time, I don’t know myself anymore. I have lost myself. And I don’t know how to get myself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2184503913354912593?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2184503913354912593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2184503913354912593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2184503913354912593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2184503913354912593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-lost-me.html' title='I Lost Me'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4360302237282723862</id><published>2007-05-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:36:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 20: Simply Hot 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/simply_hot21_5904807.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/simply_hot21_8087497.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/simply_hot21_8761847.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa203/juOn2/simply_hot21_9180686.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SimplyHot21 is what Jeepney Hunk 20 wants to be called. Who wouldn’t agree? Have you ever tried drinking steaming hot coffee while you’re at the beach? Nope? Well he is THAT hot. Believe me I’ve tried it. I mean I’ve tried drinking hot coffee at the beach. ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4360302237282723862?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4360302237282723862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4360302237282723862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4360302237282723862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4360302237282723862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/jeepney-hunk-20-simply-hot-21.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 20: Simply Hot 21'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6371112904828136266</id><published>2007-05-04T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:10:23.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Has Hope: Love Calculator</title><content type='html'>I am at a point where love doesn't mean anything at all. It's just a word that I know but don't understand and most definitely not believe. Yes I am jaded. My failures in matters of the heart made me this way. Yeah it’s pathetic. I don’t care. Saging lang ang may puso ngayong mga panahong ito. But I tend to question the validity of my resolution when I meet people who have good love stories to tell. People do still find love after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping last night and found an interesting personal blog owned by a 28-year-old lawyer. Aside from the screaming stolen shots of Marc Nelson that really got me interested, there was this cute entry where he tells his readers an anecdote about him and his boyfriend whom he calls “hubby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing astounding really about the story. It’s just that it zapped me to an era long gone when I felt good about falling in love. Those were good, sweet times that I actually miss. Mr. 28-year-old lawyer proved to me that not all guys my age are losers when it comes to love. That thought comforts me. It makes me feel good that I am an exception and not a norm. The world still has hope then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my effort to bring back that lovin feeling, I stumbled on this curious &lt;a href=" http://www.lovecalculator.com/"&gt;Love Calculator&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to try it on my most recent flame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/LovCalculator2.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/LoveCalculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d say the calculator got the correct answer! I hope someday I find that number that’ll complete my equation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6371112904828136266?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6371112904828136266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6371112904828136266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6371112904828136266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6371112904828136266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-has-hope-love-calculator.html' title='The World Has Hope: Love Calculator'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5232166424851082921</id><published>2007-05-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:58:09.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 12: Konvicted, Akon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Akon-Konvicted.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the return of juOnBox Music to Radioactivity after months of absence. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Click here &lt;a href=http://juonbox.multiply.com/music/item/240&gt;Konvicted, Akon&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akon. Ain’t that a weird name for a hip-hop/rap artist? It sounds like munch for squirrels. Akon started to get noticed back in 2004 with the release of “Locked Up” from his debut album “Trouble.” For this latest release, the single “Smack That” earned Akon a nomination in the recent Grammy awards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5232166424851082921?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5232166424851082921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5232166424851082921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5232166424851082921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5232166424851082921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/05/juonbox-music-12-konvicted-akon.html' title='juOnBox Music 12: Konvicted, Akon'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8744769732571411211</id><published>2007-04-24T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:42:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Hate Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/deaden_the_agonies_-_death.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating me will never make me go away. &lt;br /&gt;Hating me will never take the pain away. &lt;br /&gt;Hating me will just make you wilt until you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8744769732571411211?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8744769732571411211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8744769732571411211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8744769732571411211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8744769732571411211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-hate-me.html' title='You Hate Me?'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-277418795466120181</id><published>2007-04-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:27:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fag Hag to Bag Hag</title><content type='html'>My good friend Mica has turned into a bag hag. It’s a natural progression I must say from being a natural fag hag. She’s turned her craziness with bags into a backyard business ala Tele-aralan ng Kakayahan and Negosyete. Check out the nylon bags that she makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/CIMG1851.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/CIMG1847.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other stuffs that she sells like diaper bags and beads. Check her wares out here http://micstuff.multiply.com/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-277418795466120181?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/277418795466120181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=277418795466120181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/277418795466120181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/277418795466120181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-fag-hag-to-bag-hag.html' title='From Fag Hag to Bag Hag'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7320787269091210008</id><published>2007-04-24T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:09:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Ride to Heaven</title><content type='html'>A sardine-packed MRT train has its perks. It perked me up. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/train.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an MRT rider, you know exactly what I mean. And I’m not just being naughty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7320787269091210008?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7320787269091210008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7320787269091210008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7320787269091210008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7320787269091210008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/train-ride-to-heaven.html' title='Train Ride to Heaven'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4763736832970345934</id><published>2007-04-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:47:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/geek.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a free Mac OS X basic orientation at Power Mac Center this early evening. It is unbelievable how tech geeks these days come in different packages. There are maternal geeks. There are hunk geeks. There was a bunch of  expat geeks. There was a Chinese geek. There was even a mother-and-daughter tag team geek. I am the slut geek. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech geek you say? Yeah that is a public admission of my tech geekiness. That was a long time coming ah. But what do you expect? When tech bereft friends start calling you in the middle of the night about their hardware and software problems and you don’t mind, and that actually gives you a pleasure comparable only to the big O, you probably don’t know it yet but you’re turning into a tech geek yourself. Nothing to be ashamed of really. Geeks rule the world these days! I'm King Geek in waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4763736832970345934?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4763736832970345934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4763736832970345934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4763736832970345934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4763736832970345934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/king-geek.html' title='King Geek'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3805870448586755707</id><published>2007-04-15T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:03:24.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnTech: Hard Dicks Drive Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/15042007010.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/15042007012.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/15042007014.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hard discs drive me crazy. My obsession with my Macbook never stops. Since I feel that its 60 GB internal HDD will not suffice for the grand projects I intend to do with it (accumulating porn not being one of them), I used the money I sold my Samsung X820 with to buy a 120 GB 2.5” Seagate IDE HDD. I bought the HDD and a separate enclosure and assembled it myself. It’s cheaper than buying a ready to use HDD. It’s not that tricky really. In fact, the actual assembly of the hardware doesn’t even take 10 minutes. What took me along time to figure out was how to format the drive for dual OS support or as a swappable drive (MS Windows to Mac OS and vice-versa). Before this bold move (considering the serious investment in buying a raw HDD and the possibility of bricking it in attempts to format it), I of course searched the web for DIY instructions. Unfortunately, most of the instructions I found in the last few weeks that I’ve been searching all yielded results for MS Windows HDD formatting. Nevertheless, I went to Greenhills yesterday after work to shop. I returned to this store where I saw the HDD I wanted last week. I asked the lady owner of the store how much the thing costs, and how much it’ll be if I had her assemble and format it. Here is her computation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HDD: Php 5500&lt;br /&gt;Casing: Php 1200&lt;br /&gt;Formatting for dual OS support : Php 800&lt;br /&gt;Total Damage: Php 7500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhm. Pretty expensive. So I told her I’d look around first. And guess what I found? I found a Php 380 HDD enclosure. And here is what is staggering. The lady in the first store I visited said they had to charge me 800 if I ask them to format the disc for dual OS support because they would have to install a special software on it. Motherfucker! I discovered myself when I was experimenting on my Mac that OS X actually could do that for me. Here’s what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I connected the fresh HDD via USB to my Mac.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mac immediately recognized the drive and it appeared as “untitled” on the desktop. &lt;br /&gt;3. I went to Applications&gt;Utilities&gt;Disk Utility.&lt;br /&gt;4. I clicked on the external drive (in my case it was labeled 111.8 GB Generic External Disc) and then went to the Erase pane.&lt;br /&gt;5. In the Erase pane, I chose MS-DOS File System in the Volume Format drop-down menu and then clicked Erase.&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to the Partition pane afterwards and then clicked Partition.&lt;br /&gt;7. When that was done, I ejected the HDD and tried it on my PC. The PC recognized it. I also wrote files on it and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;8. I tried it again on my Mac and it was recognized immediately. I was able to copy the files I got from my PC to the Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness. And to think that lady was about to charge me 800 bucks for a few clicks on the keyboard? So if you also got a Mac and plan to assemble your own external HDD, I hope this helps a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3805870448586755707?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3805870448586755707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3805870448586755707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3805870448586755707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3805870448586755707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/juontech-hard-dicks-drive-me-crazy.html' title='juOnTech: Hard Dicks Drive Me Crazy'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6382272608475437859</id><published>2007-04-10T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:00:18.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/smallworld.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Robinsons Pioneer yesterday late afternoon soaking up on the free wifi until my eyes got teary-eyed surfing the net. Gahaman ako eh. Wahahaha. Anyway, when I decided to pack up, I saw a guy I faintly recognize to be somebody I used to go out with around 3 or 4 years ago. There wasn’t instant recognition because the last time I saw him he looked haggard and he had a bad break out of acne. But he was cute. And he was huge. I mean, he was a lot taller than me and pretty bulky because he worked out a lot. I liked him then because he was unassuming and soft-spoken, a stark contrast from what you’d expect from a brute-looking guy that he was. He was such a macho. And he was very nice. The only thing that bothered me about him was that he was too horny which made it hard for me to trust him to be loyal. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of saying hi so I went after him. But before I got close enough, I saw another friend of mine from the gym. My friend and this old flame, they met up. I didn’t know what to think. You’d say this is such a small world right? Well yeah. But I didn’t realize it was THIS small. I remember another friend of mine pointing out to me a few years ago how small the gay community is in Manila, that we gay guys are actually just exchanging partners once in a while without most of us knowing it. Now I know that for sure. I don’t know about you, but I find that scary. So to end my anecdote, I could’ve decided to approach them and say hi and watch how my old beau would react. That would’ve been a scene straight out of a soap opera. But I turned my back and walked away. I wish them well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6382272608475437859?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6382272608475437859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6382272608475437859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6382272608475437859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6382272608475437859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3050872118672616165</id><published>2007-04-09T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:32:01.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/queen2.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend from high school Karren is gorgeous. She is perhaps one of the best-looking girls in school. She’s smart and sexy and cool. And she’s a bitch. A fact that she denies so vehemently she’d be ready to smack in the face any one who calls her such. See what I mean? But really I love her for all that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karren has a slight heart problem these days. She tells me she is in love with Mr. Loverboy whom she met almost a year ago in her old job in a bank. The problem is that the guy has not been texting or calling her for almost a month now. Oh no they started out in very good terms. They have been friends for months before they started officially going out. After that, Karren tells me the guy started to act like it was them. He’d give her updates about where he was or what he was doing. He’d check on her several times in the day. He was doing the stuff that boyfriends do to their girl. Well, except for one thing. ☺ And that part Karren wasn’t so excited about. But nevertheless, she liked him a lot to the point that she thinks she loves him already. Her heartache started the day after that fateful date when she started acting more like her bitchy self. She tells me she was not in her best mood during that date. In fact she was cranky. That was why she literally forced that date on him because she wanted to cool her head by spending time with him. It turned out not to be a good move. They ate out. Their order was taking ages to get served. When the waiter finally came, Karren started barking at him. And Mr. Loverboy called her a bitch (Well not exactly. Something like “Why do you have to be such a bitch to him?”) when the waiter left. Then he started giving her a sermon about respecting other people and stuff. In fairness to Karren, she took all of his words to heart. And what does he expect? The girl was having a bad day! Karren never realized that her bigger problem starts the next day until today when he doesn’t text or call her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend cries on your shoulder, you tell her all the things that will make her feel better. I’m not sure if that’s exactly what I told her. For starters, I told her that I never realize until now that she doesn’t know how bitchy she really is. But that’s what she is and I love her for that among other things. Obviously, Mr. Loverboy doesn’t get that. Well, actually he gets it but he doesn’t want it. I told her that she is not Mr. Loverboy’s ideal woman. I surmise that he probably got shocked the way she treated the waiter. The waiter of course, no matter how lousy his service was, didn’t deserve being treated like trash. And Mr. Loverboy didn’t approve of that act. The essence of the matter is that Mr. Loverboy got turned off by her behavior. That was the single most rationale explanation to his disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got turned off just like that? All the good things that she has shown him in the months that they knew each other got invalidated by just one act. She couldn’t believe how that is possible. So I told her about my own story of love gone kapoof in a snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karren my love, if you are reading this, I understand why you have that nagging urge to check on him, to initiate contacting him again hoping to rekindle what you had before. You can choose to do that but I bet you the odds of him getting back to you are nil. Here’s what I want you to do to win. Pick up the pieces of your broken self, move forward, and don’t look back. He’s just one drone in the beehive. And you are the queen bee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3050872118672616165?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3050872118672616165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3050872118672616165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3050872118672616165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3050872118672616165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/queen-bee.html' title='Queen Bee'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4676762138786552917</id><published>2007-04-09T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:16:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/kitchen-maid.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel like some love doctor. I don’t know what people see in me but for some strange reason I attract people with problems of the heart. And man, how I surprise myself with the gems of wisdom I never thought I had about love and relationships. Here is one elementary case I’d want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is a friend of mine from the gym. I just recently found him out, if you know what I mean. And apparently he is going out with a boy for almost close to a month now. The problem is that the boyfriend has not been texting him for days now. He tells me they had a slight falling out a few days ago because, well, somebody texted Ed asking for the perfunctory “stats and asl pls.” Ed did not really set out to seek my advice but the big brother instincts in me just couldn’t resist not letting out some salted words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first concern really was that if there was enough reason for Ed’s bf to be jealous. Ed says there’s none. He feels that his boy was unreasonable because how in the hell could he expect Ed to control who texts him. Hhhmmm. Really, he can’t, but I told him what he could control. He can control to whom he gives out his number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially he gave me the impression that he misses his boy and that he wanted to see him again. But as I sifted through the emotions and thoughts that he reveal to me, I realize what his real problem is. He is young and he doesn’t know what he wants. His youth is not a problem as is. I know many who have found true love at a young age. What created the complication for him is the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my advice. I told him that love is just an ingredient in the kitchen called life, and life is a series of cooking different dishes. The first step to cooking a dish is finding out what kind of dish he’d like to cook. From there, he can tell what ingredients he needs from the kitchen rack. Now, is a love life an ingredient he needs in the dish that he wants to cook at this point in his life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Ed figure out the answer for himself. Kids. They make me feel ancient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4676762138786552917?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4676762138786552917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4676762138786552917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4676762138786552917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4676762138786552917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/cooking-love_09.html' title='Cooking Love'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1566497816209455265</id><published>2007-04-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:16:46.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/kitchen-maid.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel like some love doctor. I don’t know what people see in me but for some strange reason I attract people with problems of the heart. And man, how I surprise myself with the gems of wisdom I never thought I had about love and relationships. Here is one elementary case I’d want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is a friend of mine from the gym. I just recently found him out, if you know what I mean. And apparently he is going out with a boy for almost close to a month now. The problem is that the boyfriend has not been texting him for days now. He tells me they had a slight falling out a few days ago because, well, somebody texted Ed asking for the perfunctory “stats and asl pls.” Ed did not really set out to seek my advice but the big brother instincts in me just couldn’t resist not letting out some salted words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first concern really was that if there was enough reason for Ed’s bf to be jealous. Ed says there’s none. He feels that his boy was unreasonable because how in the hell could he expect Ed to control who texts him. Hhhmmm. Really, he can’t, but I told him what he could control. He can control to whom he gives out his number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially he gave me the impression that he misses his boy and that he wanted to see him again. But as I sifted through the emotions and thoughts that he reveal to me, I realize what his real problem is. He is young and he doesn’t know what he wants. His youth is not a problem as is. I know many who have found true love at a young age. What created the complication for him is the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my advice. I told him that love is just an ingredient in the kitchen called life, and life is a series of cooking different dishes. The first step to cooking a dish is finding out what kind of dish he’d like to cook. From there, he can tell what ingredients he needs from the kitchen rack. Now, is a love life an ingredient he needs in the dish that he wants to cook at this point in his life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Ed figure out the answer for himself. Kids. They make me feel ancient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1566497816209455265?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1566497816209455265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1566497816209455265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1566497816209455265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1566497816209455265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/cooking-love.html' title='Cooking Love'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4334474754346089709</id><published>2007-04-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:25:17.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Your Boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/suspicious.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys have stumbled on this useful site that helps you locate your boyfriend using their cell phone number. You might want to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sat-gps- locate.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are paranoid that you're boyfriend says he's somewhere but he's actually somewhere else, try this. It's not a trust issue believe me. :-) Better be sure that find out later you're, oh-uh, number 2. Or number 3? Wahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4334474754346089709?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4334474754346089709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4334474754346089709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4334474754346089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4334474754346089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/wheres-your-boyfriend.html' title='Where&apos;s Your Boyfriend?'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5885139629745560696</id><published>2007-04-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:05:20.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Nifty Header?</title><content type='html'>&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align='right' bgcolor='#000000' colspan='2' height='191' style='padding-left: 0; padding-right: 0'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img border='0' height='259' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Head1acopy.png' width='400'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about that nifty header, how’d I put that? Dats dude let me try to guide you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First you will have to create your own header image. I’d assume you know how to work Adobe Photoshop or some other graphic editing software. Just make sure that the header image is exactly the same size you want it to appear on the screen. If it’s too small, it’d appear blurred. If it’s too big, you might have to resize it. The size of my header is 660 by 259 pixels. You can start from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second, you will have to house that photo in a virtual media bank so you’d be able to link it to the HTML template of your blog. I find Photobucket (www.photobucket.com) pretty efficient to serve this purpose. Once you upload your header in the photo bank, it will be given a URL which you can link in your template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you’ve set that up, log in to your blog account, to the dashboard, and choose layout. In the layout window, choose the Edit HTML pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Here’s another tricky part. If you’re not familiar with HTML, you might want to ask somebody’s help first before doing anything, lest you want to screw up your blog. If you are ok with that (hehehehe), scroll down the Edit Template window and look for the division ID header-wrapper. This is where you will do the tweaking. You’ll be looking for something like this (I purposely did not incude the &lt;&gt; marks so that the code below shows as code and not as image. I hope you ar still with me Dats.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; div id='header-wrapper'&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;tr td align='right' bgcolor='#000000' colspan='2' height='191' style='padding-left: 0; padding-right: 0'&lt;br /&gt;p align='center' img border='0' height='259' src='XXXXXXX' width='660'/ /p /td /tr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That part that says “src=”, you will paste the URL of your header inside the single quote marks where the XXXXXXX are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Save the changes. You now have a personalized blog header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if I was any help Dats. Hehehehe. Let me know what else I can do for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5885139629745560696?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5885139629745560696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5885139629745560696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5885139629745560696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5885139629745560696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-nifty-header.html' title='That Nifty Header?'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8691646640637066988</id><published>2007-04-08T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:28:36.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barako at Saging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0183.jpg "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having banana walnut muffin and steaming kapeng barako for easter lunch. No easter eggs this time for me. Not that bad really. Just living the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Happy birthday to my baby brother Christian! Matanda ka na uy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8691646640637066988?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8691646640637066988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8691646640637066988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8691646640637066988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8691646640637066988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/barako-at-saging.html' title='Barako at Saging'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6596812767738851033</id><published>2007-04-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:21:19.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnMovie: Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/thesun_03.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dreamgirls, this movie was the next that made me want to get out and watch it in the theatre. And I was not disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the age when life on earth is in the brink of extinction as the mighty sun starts losing its power like a candle’s light flickering before it is extinguished, Sunshine tells of the mission of 8 astronauts sent to re-ignite the power of the only source of light in the solar system. Will they be successful? Surprisingly, the technology they bring with them is a minute factor in their mission’s success. Crafted by the same team behind 28 Days Later (which by the way has a follow up coming in May this year, 28 Weeks Later), it showed how emotions and values are both human’s triumph and defeat. The movie is science fiction at its best, and edge-of-your-seat adventure, and a fine human drama. You might want to visit http://www.sunshinedna.com/ for more information about this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Danny Boyle&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Chris Evans, Hiroyuki Sanada, Cliff Curtis, Michelle Yeoh, Benedict Wong, Rose Byrne, Cillian Murphy and Troy Garity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6596812767738851033?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6596812767738851033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6596812767738851033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6596812767738851033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6596812767738851033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/04/juonmovie-sunshine.html' title='juOnMovie: Sunshine'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6261415606117035250</id><published>2007-03-31T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:27:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Macbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a Macbook I see on my bed? :-) Ok. I junked the idea of buying a PSP. I bought a Macbook instead. I wanted the PSP for wifi so I thought why not buy a computer instead. I've always wanted one so there. Ang ganda! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6261415606117035250?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6261415606117035250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6261415606117035250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6261415606117035250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6261415606117035250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-macbook.html' title='My Macbook'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1949622204318231521</id><published>2007-03-28T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:08:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image666.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the &lt;strong&gt;iPod&lt;/strong&gt;. Now there’s the &lt;strong&gt;iPhone&lt;/strong&gt;. But before all of that, there was the &lt;strong&gt;iPis&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1949622204318231521?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1949622204318231521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1949622204318231521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1949622204318231521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1949622204318231521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/ipis.html' title='iPis'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-114312047478791204</id><published>2007-03-28T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:00:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming in Cream Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My covetousness has once again been awakened. I feel that my DS Lite replacement is coming very soon. My brother got himself a silver PSP last week and he’s loving it. I’m envious. I’ve always wanted one for myself but the urge just got stronger when I got to hold one in my hands. Ang sarap! You will be mine. Hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-114312047478791204?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/114312047478791204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=114312047478791204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/114312047478791204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/114312047478791204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/gaming-in-cream-pink.html' title='Gaming in Cream Pink'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7510070950543638189</id><published>2007-03-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:27:37.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best things in life happen by accident. They come when you are totally not prepared for them. The best thing a clueless guy can do is to just let himself bathe in the moment's glory, to let himself soak in the warmth happy feeling of having everything that is good. He should let all his senses absorb the sights, the sounds, the touch, the taste of all of what he is blessed. He should not let any of the goodness escape him, because in a blink, all of that may be gone. In a snap of a finger, like it never happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7510070950543638189?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7510070950543638189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7510070950543638189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7510070950543638189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7510070950543638189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-things-in-life.html' title='The Best Things in Life'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4082414038386977231</id><published>2007-03-14T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:09:07.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 21: Jump</title><content type='html'>You want something? Now is the time to get it. Jump and reach for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madonna &lt;br /&gt;Confessions on a Dancefloor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much you can learn in one place&lt;br /&gt;The more that I wait, the more time that I waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much time to waste&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of what I'll face&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down my road and I can make it alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll work and I'll fight till I find a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to jump&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to jump&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm ready to jump&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand&lt;br /&gt;get ready to jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned out lesson from the start&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and me&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you can depend on&lt;br /&gt;Is your family&lt;br /&gt;Life's gonna drop you down like a limb from a tree&lt;br /&gt;It sways and it swings and it bends until it makes you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much you can learn in one place&lt;br /&gt;The more that you wait&lt;br /&gt;The more time that you waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work and I'll fight till I find a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sways and it swings and it bends until you make it your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it alone [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;(my sisters and me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4082414038386977231?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4082414038386977231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4082414038386977231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4082414038386977231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4082414038386977231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/juonbox-music-21-jump.html' title='juOnBox Music 21: Jump'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2763743376087016829</id><published>2007-03-13T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:50:26.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 19: Campus Tour: The Eagle Down South</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/38495781052392l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/christian10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/boredulisiyanex.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/yanex_after_training.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/yanexvain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/sexychristian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/myfavepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/absyanex.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An athlete from the Eagle in Davao, Yanex here sure is a jock. Aren’t these pictures proof enough? His face looks so angelic, innocent. But when he raises that shirt, you’ll get an idea how bad he can get. Doesn’t he wanna make you feel like taking really good care of him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2763743376087016829?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2763743376087016829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2763743376087016829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2763743376087016829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2763743376087016829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeepney-hunk-23-campus-tour-eagle-down.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 19: Campus Tour: The Eagle Down South'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1949689517636412702</id><published>2007-03-12T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:53:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Caramel Dipped Apples from SanFo Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love apples and caramel, you’ll love this. I did. I am first of all a big fan of anything caramel. So when I saw the SanFo Treats kiosk right in front of Toy Kingdom in Megamall last week, I swore I’d sample everything caramel (and chocolate) covered apple they have there. Yesterday I started with the double caramel dipped apple, which according to the sales lady, is their best seller. I wasn’t disappointed. The sweet crunchy apple was covered with a thick layer of soft candy caramel. Delicious. A word of warning though if you’re wearing dentures: the caramel is a little gummy so it sticks to the mouth. That could make eating this treat a little trickier for you. Other than that, it’s pure heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from caramel and chocolate covered apples, SanFo Treats also has rice crispy cups; frozen bananas covered in chocolate, peanuts, sprinkles, and white choco swirls; chocolate covered marshmallows, and caramel smores poppers.&lt;br /&gt;You can find SanFo Treats in Megamall, Glorietta (in front of tag Heuer), and The Fun Ranch (beside Tiendesitas).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1949689517636412702?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1949689517636412702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1949689517636412702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1949689517636412702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1949689517636412702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/double-caramel-dipped-apples-from-sanfo.html' title='Double Caramel Dipped Apples from SanFo Treats'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8661088770301009394</id><published>2007-03-12T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:59:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Solver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/solver.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkly mysterious Mister Solver&lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me the answer?&lt;br /&gt;Will you give me the key?&lt;br /&gt;Will you enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;Please show me the solution&lt;br /&gt;To the complicated proposition&lt;br /&gt;That only you Mister Solver&lt;br /&gt;To solve has the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Solver flash me that smile&lt;br /&gt;Stop here even just for a while&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me Mister Solver&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry it won’t take forever&lt;br /&gt;I know you are busy going around having fun&lt;br /&gt;You are a property hotter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;But Mister Solver if you want to stay&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never stop listening to you all night and day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8661088770301009394?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8661088770301009394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8661088770301009394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8661088770301009394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8661088770301009394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/mister-solver.html' title='Mister Solver'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7193054710503758391</id><published>2007-03-07T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:49:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 18: Panagbengga Festival Igorot Stud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/PICT0k906.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/PICT0933.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/PICT0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are shared to us by some kind hearts who have been to the Panagbengga flower festival in Baguio just a few weeks ago. Ayus di ba? Who would think Igorots can be as hot as this guy? If this guy were a bee, I bet you guys would all wish to be flowers. Ikaw Peter, everlasting ka. Ikaw Gil, kalachuchi ka. Ikaw April, santan ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7193054710503758391?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7193054710503758391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7193054710503758391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7193054710503758391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7193054710503758391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeepney-hunk-22-panagbengga-festival.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 18: Panagbengga Festival Igorot Stud'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1545016484208453152</id><published>2007-03-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:13:28.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Trip Galore</title><content type='html'>I love coffee! I love it best piping hot. I love mint in my coffee. I also love it plain black. I love coffee with chocolate. I love Mister Donut’s brewed coffee. I love Nescafe 3in1, SanMig Coffee Mild Sugar Free, Maxwell House Coffee Sugar Free, and Kafe de Oro Stick Sugar Free! I was for years a 3-in-1 coffee baby and I will forever be that. Ang mahal kaya ng designer coffee! But I guess it won’t hurt to try them at least once. I just hope I don’t get addicted. (That means a whole lot of luck on me because I tend to get addicted to anything easily.) So now I plan to get down to going around to searching for the best coffee in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned I love mint in my coffee so I decided to start my coffee trip galore with Figaro’s Mint Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to take pictures of the coffee first before I dig in but when the waiter served it, it looked so yummy I forgot about the picture and started eating the cold cream topping! I had to stop myself, and with some disappointment at that. I had a hunch that since the cream topping was chilled, the coffee would be lukewarm. I was right. I want my coffee hot. Nevertheless, the mint made my Saturday coffee trip worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Gonuts Donuts Hazelnut Flavored Coffee day. This one was hot. I loved it because of that except that it was too sweet. And I bet the servers didn’t know that because they still gave me a sachet of sugar. It’s a good thing I didn’t use it because I reckon the flavor they stirred in was already sweet. And the coffee was heaven as usual because of the caramel mocha donut I ate with it. (Some habits are hard to break. At least it’s not vanilla anymore.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just last night I tried Le Coeur De France’s Hot Orange Choco. Yeah it’s not coffee. But hey it’s still got caffeine! The presentation was lovely! It had cream topping, a chocolate stick, and a cookie on the side. And it was great with red cherry pie! But it was a big disappointment for me because I couldn’t figure out the orange in the choco. And it wasn’t hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got some coffee place to recommend, I’d love that. Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how it’s harder for me to sit down these days to write about my life when there are so many things going on worth writing about! Pucha! Where’s my muse (or escort?) kase! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1545016484208453152?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1545016484208453152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1545016484208453152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1545016484208453152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1545016484208453152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/coffee-trip-galore.html' title='Coffee Trip Galore'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3590951512326302399</id><published>2007-03-01T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:49:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 17: Campus Tour: Let’s Hear the Tiger Roar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/cuut.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/cosmo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/22421809334145l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00128.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leg of JH Campus Tour took a long time coming but here it is. We’ve scoured the canals of Espana and we weren’t disappointed with our find. Feast your eyes on Tiger Boy. Don’r worry, he bites. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3590951512326302399?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3590951512326302399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3590951512326302399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3590951512326302399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3590951512326302399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeepney-hunk-21-campus-tour-lets-hear.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 17: Campus Tour: Let’s Hear the Tiger Roar'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7231688905387419481</id><published>2007-02-28T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:18:18.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/OCOEE20FINAL20KNIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fix me my Knight. I am damaged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get that feeling sometimes? How do you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine texted me a couple of weeks ago asking me to set her up with somebody. I was shocked because the implication of that is that she’s broken up with her long-time boyfriend who was also a friend of mine. She tells me that yes, they’ve broken up and that her life was a mess. She needs somebody to fix her. Now from somebody who’s been damaged several times, I tell her to stop feeling miserable and start feeling beautiful again. No one else, no boy, can pick up the broken pieces of her but herself. Yeah, it can be a mean feat but it can be done. When she’s okay, then I’ll set her up with a nice boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of the Knight in shining armor rescuing the Damsel in distress happens in fairy tales and, well, songs like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damaged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TLC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm kinda strange, to you sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Don't always say, what's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;You know that I've been hurt, by some guy &lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna mess up this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE) &lt;br /&gt;And I really really really care &lt;br /&gt;And I really really really want you &lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm kinda scared &lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to lose you &lt;br /&gt;If you really really really care &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you can hang through &lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's at a low &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might look through your stuff, for what I don't wanna find &lt;br /&gt;Or I might just set you up, to see if you're all mine &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little paranoid, from what I've been through &lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you got yourself into &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really really care (And I care about you so much) &lt;br /&gt;And I really really really want you (I really do want you) &lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm kinda scared (But I'm scared with every touch) &lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to lose you (Cos I don't want to lose you) &lt;br /&gt;If you really really really care (If you care for me like you say) &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you can hang through (Then maybe you can hang through) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand (I hope you understand) &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you (It's nothing to you, you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's at a low (low) &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that (I think you should know) &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love (I'm falling in love) &lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that I've been damaged (I think you should know that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's at a low &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage (I'm so much to manage) &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that (I think you should know that) &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged (I've been damaged) &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love (I love you so) &lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage (I love you so) &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really really want you &lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm kinda scared &lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to lose you &lt;br /&gt;If you really really really care &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you can hang through &lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to you (It's nothing to you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's at a low &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that (Ooh I think you should know I've been damaged) &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged (I've been damaged baby) &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love (Falling in love with you baby, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's at a low &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage &lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that I've been damaged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7231688905387419481?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7231688905387419481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7231688905387419481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7231688905387419481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7231688905387419481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/damaged.html' title='Damaged'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3537844672495694446</id><published>2007-02-21T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:20:45.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass Wednesday Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/ashface.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ash on my forehead, I had you put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scientist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3537844672495694446?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3537844672495694446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3537844672495694446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3537844672495694446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3537844672495694446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/ass-wednesday-song.html' title='Ass Wednesday Song'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-568342155778537</id><published>2007-02-19T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:48:58.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 16: FX Hunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0072.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the back of the FX is not my thing. I always sit on the front seat or in the middle row but never at the back. But yesterday was a different story. I saw this guy from outside and I knew it was a Jeepney Hunk moment. He was cute. And he was checking me out. Hehehe. I was on my way to the gym and you know what? He was going to the gym as well. My gym. I guess yesterday was my lucky day. I just can’t tell you HOW lucky I was. Hahahaha Let’s just say he lit my Chinese New Year fireworks. Wahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-568342155778537?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/568342155778537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=568342155778537' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/568342155778537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/568342155778537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/jeepney-hunk-19-fx-hunk.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 16: FX Hunk'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-9028100232283751519</id><published>2007-02-19T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:32:55.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Public: Dear Baby</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being there. You restored my self-esteem, my worth. Thank you for looking at me the way you do. Thank you for smiling at me like I am the best boyfriend in the world. Thank you for being patient with me, my work, my quirks. Thank you for putting up with my bitchiness. Thank you for caring. Thank you for waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sorry for being me. I am sorry that I can’t love you the way you love me. I am sorry that I can’t give you the attention and the time. I am sorry that I take you for granted. I am sorry that I can’t be passionate. I am sorry that I am in love with somebody else, even if I know that you are much deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don’t want to admit it, you are the best boyfriend I could ever have. But I am sorry because no matter what I do, my heart keeps going back to him. I can teach my mind to think of you, but I can never tell my heart to love you as much as I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows how much I owe you for saving me. You are my light at the end of the tunnel, the voice that gives me direction in the wilderness. But when I look at your handsome face, I see not you but him. When I hold your hand, it’s his warmth that I feel. And when I kiss you, his lips are what touches mine in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a sad love story. You know that. I am a hand-me-down. I am perpetually in waiting. I am always somebody else’s reserve. And then you came. Baby, you will not be mine until my heart starts to want to own you. But baby, I will not ask you to hold on. When you are tired, or when it starts to hurt, you can go. But thank you for offering your heart to me, even if you know how bastardized and beaten I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-9028100232283751519?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/9028100232283751519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=9028100232283751519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9028100232283751519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/9028100232283751519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-baby.html' title='Going Public: Dear Baby'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5013173664327421220</id><published>2007-02-14T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:10:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Scrooge</title><content type='html'>I am not in the best mood today. I hate Valentine’s Day this year. I cringe in disgust when I see flower delivery boys busy hustling the streets to bring sappy flowers to their equally sappy recipients. I don’t want to see people coupling, please! Yeah I am bitter. In fact, I am so bitter I decided to wear black today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a Valentine date. And I had to shell out some money to get him. Here’s my date. His name is Decembear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this morning my mom texted me, asking how my valentine’s day is going along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamee:&lt;/em&gt; Happy Valentine’s Anak! Kamusta? Saan ang date ninyo ni DJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juOn:&lt;/em&gt; Happy Valentine’s Mamee! Mamee matagal ng nakipag-break sa akin si DJ. Wala akong valentine’s date. Buti na lang busy ako sa work kaya di ko masyadong naiisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamee:&lt;/em&gt; Ah oo nga pala. Wala bang bago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juOn:&lt;/em&gt; Maraming bago, pero wala po akong gusto sa kanila. Wala akong gusting i-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamee:&lt;/em&gt; Hayaan mo na sila. Pareho naman tayong walang date eh. Ingat ka dyan. Happy valentine’s day ulit. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juOn:&lt;/em&gt; I love you Mamee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5013173664327421220?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5013173664327421220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5013173664327421220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5013173664327421220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5013173664327421220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-scrooge.html' title='Valentine Scrooge'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7898354232643325432</id><published>2007-02-14T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:42:32.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day DJ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/NDG612.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This should make up for Fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be foolish just for one day. Let me be true to myself just for today. Tomorrow, I’ll be back to the tough, dispassionate, unattached, uncaring, nonchalant me. But today, Valentine’s Day, let me be me. Let me feel again what I felt when you melt me with your sweetest smile. Let me listen again to your sincere I love yous that my ears sorely miss. All these memories I bring today, but just today, because it’s Valentine’s Day. And let me tell you, like I am celebrating this day like you are mine, that I love you. And I am not sorry that I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7898354232643325432?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7898354232643325432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7898354232643325432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7898354232643325432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7898354232643325432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-dj.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day DJ!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5962728629029995055</id><published>2007-02-09T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:47:39.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Hunk 15: The Boys in Blue</title><content type='html'>Jeepney Hunks is doing a school tour. So I figured what best way to start this by visiting the home of the Blue Birds, I mean Blue C#$ks. Now if you have any respect for yourself, stop there and bask in what that school has to offer to us. (I don't have two balls to mention the school's name. Yeah, I'm a scaredy cat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/adrianblue6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/12832832062428l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/11166363631068l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/11038693216378l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/153552471l.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5962728629029995055?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5962728629029995055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5962728629029995055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5962728629029995055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5962728629029995055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/jeepney-hunk-18-ateneo-boys.html' title='Jeepney Hunk 15: The Boys in Blue'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8333690395003885499</id><published>2007-02-09T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:37:12.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 20: juOn’s Videoke Hits</title><content type='html'>I am surprised by the pleasures simple things like videoke singing can do to a stressed boy like me. My friend Wacks took me to Timezone in Waltermart last Sunday afternoon for a videoke-singing trip which I surprisingly immensely enjoyed. And my singing pieces? Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/whitney.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when you look at me &lt;br /&gt;There's so much that you just don't see &lt;br /&gt;But if you would only take the time &lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart you'd find &lt;br /&gt;A girl who's scared sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Who isn't always strong &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the hurt in me? &lt;br /&gt;I feel so all alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run to you (oooh) &lt;br /&gt;I wanna run to you (oooh) &lt;br /&gt;Won't you hold me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;And keep me safe from harm &lt;br /&gt;I wanna run to you (oooh) &lt;br /&gt;But if I come to you (oooh) &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, will you stay or will you run away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, each day I play the role &lt;br /&gt;Of someone always in control &lt;br /&gt;But at night I come home and turn the key &lt;br /&gt;There's nobody there, no one cares for me &lt;br /&gt;What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams &lt;br /&gt;Without someone to share it with &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what does it mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you here &lt;br /&gt;I need you here to wipe away my tears &lt;br /&gt;To kiss away my fears &lt;br /&gt;If you only knew how much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agot Isidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter in the mail today&lt;br /&gt;and im glad you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;U tell me your missing me&lt;br /&gt;and its cold in new york city&lt;br /&gt;me and the girls were quite alright&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you night after night &lt;br /&gt;and if you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;just remember me whispering to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday ill always love you&lt;br /&gt;everyday im always thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;everyday's another lonely day without you&lt;br /&gt;everyday you're here beside me&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another long and sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts run through my mind&lt;br /&gt;And i'm just feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;It's been so empty since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding on for it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting the days til i see u home&lt;br /&gt;And if u feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine me whispering to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8333690395003885499?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8333690395003885499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8333690395003885499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8333690395003885499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8333690395003885499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/juonbox-music-20-juons-videoke-hits.html' title='juOnBox Music 20: juOn’s Videoke Hits'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2612186234640858141</id><published>2007-02-08T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:32:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/photo_white_orchid_red_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; White Moth Orchid with Red Lips&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;one of the most long-lasting orchid blossoms in the world&lt;/strong&gt;. The 6 flowers in full bloom symbolize the &lt;strong&gt;resilience&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; you've shown in the last 6 decades of your beautiful life. And the 4 buds, they are our wish for you to continue spreading the gift of your love for more decades to come. This replica of the White Moth Orchid was made specifically for you. It was meticulously handcrafted from delicate glass beads, your gentle love, and Swarovski crystals that are as pure as your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orchid Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;By Chris Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seated with sweet scented lap              &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Your hand beckons me as&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Beauty becomes your face&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eyes a million stars sparkle&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Long lasting love, your lips&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Teasing taste, your tongue tempts&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;As fluted frilled petticoats&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Smile pointing pure symmetry&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Symbolic of most feminine place,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;In my dreams flower lady&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;You feel first firm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2612186234640858141?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2612186234640858141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2612186234640858141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2612186234640858141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2612186234640858141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-carol.html' title='Dear Carol'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6242488873177572102</id><published>2007-02-08T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:23:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Office Cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been exactly a week since I assumed my new job. I feel like a sponge absorbing all of the learnings I’m getting on the job. I’m loving it. But of course it’s not all bed of roses. The negative things, I deal with all the same. They are learning experiences as well. And now more than ever I realize that it is impossible to please everyone. But I am stepping up no matter what. I will never let anyone let me down and bring me down. Of course I am not discounting the fact that I may just be paranoid. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6242488873177572102?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6242488873177572102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6242488873177572102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6242488873177572102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6242488873177572102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-office-cube.html' title='My New Office Cube'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6158924012710406335</id><published>2007-02-06T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:02:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 19: Dreamgirls Soundtrack Jennifer Hudson Solos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/2006_dreamgirls_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 15 more days to go before the Philippine premiere of &lt;em&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/em&gt;. My excitement is mounting. Here are two songs which are Jennifer Hudson solos from the soundtrack. Love You I Do is nominated in the Oscars for Best Original Song, competing among others with Listen by Beyonce from the same movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love You I Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jennifer Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never met a man&lt;br /&gt;Quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Doing all you can&lt;br /&gt;Making my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re strong and you’re smart&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taking my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give you the rest of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm I love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt&lt;br /&gt;Quite like this&lt;br /&gt;Good about myself&lt;br /&gt;From my very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’m here when you call&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got it all&lt;br /&gt;And confidence like I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got a charm&lt;br /&gt;You simply disarm me every time&lt;br /&gt;As long as u drive &lt;br /&gt;I’m along for the ride&lt;br /&gt;Your the way&lt;br /&gt;I said it before &lt;br /&gt;There won't be a door &lt;br /&gt;That’s closed to us&lt;br /&gt;Putting all my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you, you’ll always be true, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could have known&lt;br /&gt;This would be, &lt;br /&gt;Oh you and you alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now for me&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re the best &lt;br /&gt;You’ve past every test&lt;br /&gt;It's almost too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am Changing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jennifer Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, tryin' every way I can&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, I'll be better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying-to find a way to understand&lt;br /&gt;But I need you, I need you-I need a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, seeing everything so clear&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, I'm gonna start right now, right here&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to work it out, and I know that I can&lt;br /&gt;But I need you, I need a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been a fool&lt;br /&gt;Who said I could do it all alone&lt;br /&gt;How many good friends have I already lost&lt;br /&gt;How many dark nights have I known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down that wrong road, there was nothing I could find&lt;br /&gt;All those years of darkness-can make a person blind&lt;br /&gt;But now I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, tryin every way I can&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, I'll be better than I am&lt;br /&gt;But I need a friend-to help me start all over again,&lt;br /&gt;oh-that would be just fine&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna work out this time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I am-This time I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, gonna get my life together now&lt;br /&gt;I am changing, yes, I know how&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start again, I'm leaving my past behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll change my life-I'll make a vow&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's gonna stop me now...hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6158924012710406335?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6158924012710406335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6158924012710406335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6158924012710406335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6158924012710406335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/juonbox-music-19-dreamgirls-soundtrack.html' title='juOnBox Music 19: Dreamgirls Soundtrack Jennifer Hudson Solos'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6314026943403698944</id><published>2007-02-02T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:57:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilly Early February Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; Good morning! Tight hugs! Nyahaha. Feeling extra perky this chilly early February morning. Love you guys. May ganun? Hahaha. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey. You sent me another one of your clique messages. Ingat sa pagtext. Sayang sa load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; And so I thought you want us to be friends? I guess you’re that kind of ex that doesn’t want to be friends with their exes. Fine, I’ll leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Asus! Nagdadrama ka ba? Alam mo D di bagay sa yo ang magdrama. Ang sabi mo sa akin nung huling text mo ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D: Have a very nice and eventful weekend. I mean it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m sorry who’s this? I’m using a new phone and I   don’t have no single contact from my old phone. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Harhar. The Samsung phone blah blah. Ay, :-( kasi group message yun. Nasama pala kita sa list. Wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sino nga ito? Mahirap manghula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Make a wild guess Mr. juOn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hhhmmm. Aha you read my blog! You’re a fan! Hahahaha No kidding, who’s this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Hot as ice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh. Hi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; Sino nga ba unang nagdrama? Di missent yung last text, yung happy weekend. Gagu. Wahaha. I was in makati kahapon, text sana kita magkape pero I felt you’ll reject my invitation. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Asus. Eh di sana nilibre pa kita kung nagtext ka. It’s my first day in Marketing Communication today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; Dyan ka magaling. Mag-utos. Or mangbitch? Haha. Next time if I get a call back from Nestle. Demmit I’m late, always late. Pricipal office mamaya. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; I have this feeling na mamaya sa blog mo, nakapost na tong mga text ko sa iyo. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayan. Be careful what you wish for. Hahahaha. ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6314026943403698944?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6314026943403698944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6314026943403698944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6314026943403698944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6314026943403698944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/02/chilly-early-february-morning.html' title='Chilly Early February Morning'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-795577076367766329</id><published>2007-01-31T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:32:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnTech: iPod Shuffles in Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/shuffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Inc. releases on Wednesday, 31 January 2007, in the US the Shuffle in 4 other colors. It’s about time! Choose your pick: pink, green, blue, orange, or the original silver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-795577076367766329?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/795577076367766329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=795577076367766329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/795577076367766329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/795577076367766329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/juontech-ipod-shuffles-in-color.html' title='juOnTech: iPod Shuffles in Color'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1604319778511128267</id><published>2007-01-31T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:24:21.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnFood: Pancake Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how they make food look better in pictures, right? Well this is what you’ll get when you order the Jollibee Pancake Sandwich. Who needs a good-looking sandwich? You’ll eat it anyway. And with this one, the taste makes up for the lack of aesthetic appeal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap! Yun lang. What is outstanding about this Jollibee breakfast meal is the sausage. It tastes very Filipino—semi-sweet native longganisa without the excess fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1604319778511128267?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1604319778511128267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1604319778511128267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1604319778511128267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1604319778511128267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/juonfood-pancake-sandwich.html' title='juOnFood: Pancake Sandwich'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8261347905728619117</id><published>2007-01-30T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:01:19.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/walkingtogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are running too fast. Don’t. I might not catch up. I don’t want to run. I want to walk. I don’t want to run because I’m afraid to trip again. Wait up for me. I want to run, or walk, traipse, promenade beside you. Wait up for me. Hold my hand and walk with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8261347905728619117?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8261347905728619117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8261347905728619117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8261347905728619117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8261347905728619117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/wait-up.html' title='Wait Up'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-275875382749962127</id><published>2007-01-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:37:21.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnBox Music 18: The Dreamgirls Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It’s 24 days (or 3 weeks and 3 days) before the Philippine premiere of &lt;strong&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/strong&gt;. There’s no better way to count down the days but with the outstanding music which made the movie extra special. I’ve been listening to nothing but the soundtrack since three weeks ago and I never get tired of it. Here are two versions of the song When I First Saw You. Read the lyrics and listen to the songs then tell me what you’d feel if somebody sings them to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/gMMyCDFwbWx5TA%3D%3D"&gt;Click here to download the songs. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I First Saw You Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;I said “O My,” I said “O My” &lt;br /&gt;That's a dream &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream &lt;br /&gt;I needed a dream &lt;br /&gt;When it all seemed to go bad &lt;br /&gt;Then I found you &lt;br /&gt;And I have had the most beautiful dreams any mans ever had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My", "O My" &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream &lt;br /&gt;I needed a dream &lt;br /&gt;To make me strong &lt;br /&gt;You were the only reason I had to go on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;All the things I never knew &lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;Who could believe they could ever come true &lt;br /&gt;And who would believe &lt;br /&gt;The world would believe &lt;br /&gt;And my dreams too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My", "O My" &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I First Saw You Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jamie Foxx and Beyonce Knowles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My" &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream, that's my dream &lt;br /&gt;O, I need a dream when it all seemed to go bad &lt;br /&gt;Then I find you &lt;br /&gt;And I have had the most beautiful dreams any mans ever had &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My" &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream, that's my dream &lt;br /&gt;I needed a dream to make me strong &lt;br /&gt;You were the only reason I had to go on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I've never knew &lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;Who could believe they would ever come true &lt;br /&gt;And who would believe &lt;br /&gt;The world would believe &lt;br /&gt;In my dreams too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;Before you appeared &lt;br /&gt;My life was only a game &lt;br /&gt;And day in &lt;br /&gt;And day out &lt;br /&gt;Were the same Oh &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;Now dreams &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;The dreams &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;Coming true &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;Coming True &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;Like a star &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;Like a star &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;See It shine &lt;br /&gt;{Together} &lt;br /&gt;A dream &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;That is yours &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;That is yours &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;That is mine &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;That is mine &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;Now I've got dreams of my own &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;All the things I could never be &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;Dreams you've never known &lt;br /&gt;{Together} &lt;br /&gt;You won't take my dream from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you Oh &lt;br /&gt;{Beyonce} &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My" &lt;br /&gt;{Jamie} &lt;br /&gt;I said "O My" &lt;br /&gt;{Together} &lt;br /&gt;That's my dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fade Out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/gMMyCDFwbWx5TA%3D%3D"&gt;Click here to download the songs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-275875382749962127?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/275875382749962127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=275875382749962127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/275875382749962127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/275875382749962127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/juonbox-music-18-dreamgirls-love-song.html' title='juOnBox Music 18: The Dreamgirls Love Song'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-273566299439374126</id><published>2007-01-27T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:03:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashdance... What a Feeling!</title><content type='html'>The horror stories about my new job don’t stop. Am I fazed? Uhm, my mind gets hazy right after I hear the stories. When people tell, no, warn me about certain things that I should’ve done and that I should watch out for, who wouldn’t? I lose some moments of clarity alright. Perhaps even lose my bones and turn into flimsy paper. And then certain things happen, as if by fate or by Divine intervention, that shakes me back to what I really am and focuses my vision toward what I originally set out for. Things suddenly don’t seem to be that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moment of clarity came after watching, uhm, &lt;em&gt;Flashdance&lt;/em&gt;. The movie is the 80s (1983 to be exact) dance musical where the likes of &lt;em&gt;Centerstage&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Step Up &lt;/em&gt;took after. &lt;em&gt;Flashdance&lt;/em&gt; was made more popular by its Academy award winning theme song &lt;em&gt;Flashdance…What a Feeling &lt;/em&gt;sung by Irene Cara and the chair dance sequence which resonated in several other movies, television shows, commercials, and MTVs, most recently in Jennifer Lopez’s 2003 video for &lt;em&gt;I’m Glad&lt;/em&gt;. I remember watching this movie when I was younger but the details aren’t clear anymore so watching it again felt like the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about the ambitious Alexandra Owens who works as a welder during the day and a club dancer at night. I actually find that irony of grace and brute kinda funny. And I haven’t even factored in the big curly hair Jennifer Beals (Alexandra) wears. The main conflict in the story is her struggle to fight her own insecurities and try out in the prestigious arts school where she had always wanted to study dance. The main theme is about reaching for one’s dreams no matter what. This is also the motivation that drove two subplots of the story: one that centered on Jeanie, Alex’s bestfriend, who wants to be an ice skater and Richie, Jeanie’s boyfriend and a cook in the bar where Jeanie waits and Alex dances, who wanted to be a stage comedian and make it in LA. Ok, no spoilers here. Read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flashdance"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to know the story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie told me this: it is easy to lose sight of my dreams when I allow myself to get engulfed in fogs of conflict. It is easy to get discouraged, to be scared and not try at all. It is easy to just sit in the corner and wait for lady luck to come and feed me. But I never take the easy way. So I will never stop now and be a sissy forever. I am brave and I will take the world in my fold and all the blessings it can give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a pretty profound realization from a not-so-profound movie. The simplest things indeed give the most pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-273566299439374126?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/273566299439374126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=273566299439374126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/273566299439374126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/273566299439374126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-feeling.html' title='Flashdance... What a Feeling!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7398010173267769752</id><published>2007-01-27T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:51:02.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Phone!</title><content type='html'>I just love my new Samsung X820 phone, particularly what’s called the &lt;strong&gt;3D vivid view &lt;/strong&gt;mode message receiving option. It transforms ordinary text message like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00277.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into a rebus. Meaning certain words are displayed as images. Look at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/DSC00279.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; is represented by an animated image of the sun. Cool no? I still have no idea of the extent of the animated vocabulary this phone has. So far, I’ve discovered it turns into animated images words like &lt;em&gt;question&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;rose&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;train&lt;/em&gt;. I haven’t tried &lt;em&gt;dick&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;cock&lt;/em&gt;. Wahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7398010173267769752?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7398010173267769752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7398010173267769752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7398010173267769752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7398010173267769752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-phone.html' title='Fun Phone!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8090434678300404281</id><published>2007-01-25T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:15:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffer in Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sshhh&lt;br /&gt;Ssh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8090434678300404281?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8090434678300404281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8090434678300404281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8090434678300404281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8090434678300404281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffer-in-silence.html' title='Suffer in Silence'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-223133159827507563</id><published>2007-01-24T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:52:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break That Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/badhabitbug.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to accept that relationships break. But try looking at it this way: the old one has to be finished before a new chapter begins. We should accept that what has passed will never come back. It is sad of course. But find comfort in the fact that there was a time when we lived without that person. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one is irreplaceable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You miss that person because he became a habit, but a habit is not a need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So facilitate that closing cycle by getting rid of what no longer fits your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the mentally challenged, here's what I mean in two words: lay off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-223133159827507563?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/223133159827507563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=223133159827507563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/223133159827507563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/223133159827507563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/break-that-habit.html' title='Break That Habit'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4718317804787731578</id><published>2007-01-24T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:27:23.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamgirls!</title><content type='html'>Magnificent! Since I can’t wait for the 21 February 2007 Philippine screening of Dreamgirls, I bought a bootleg copy of the film. As expected, the copy was bad (It was dark and there’s clapping and laughing in the background. The bootleg copy was obviously taken from a digital video camera inside the cinema.) but I enjoyed the movie. It was Jennifer Hudson’s movie. She was great. No, really great! I especially like her And I’m Telling You I’m not Going solo and in the Dreams’ opening number Move. Man, they indeed moved my ass off the seat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was, well, I was singing along with the songs while watching the movie. Believe me. If you listened to nothing but the soundtrack everyday in the last two or three weeks, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Beyonce? Uhm, she looked gorgeous. Beyonce looked so much like Diana Ross especially toward the middle and the end of the movie when she was asked to sing lead for the Dreams. But that’s it. Like what I said, Dreamgirls is Jennifer Hudson’s movie. And yes, I definitely will watch it again on the big screen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/dreamgirls-poster-061225.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4718317804787731578?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4718317804787731578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4718317804787731578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4718317804787731578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4718317804787731578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreamgirls.html' title='Dreamgirls!'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-5683777894834288464</id><published>2007-01-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:04:32.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have so many things to say, but so little time to write. I’m doing this post in bed, which means I didn’t have time to work on this yesterday or today in the office where I usually write all of my posts. So if this looks worst than a crammed research paper to you, well it is. That is not an apology. That’s a warning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new cell phone. After much internal debate, I got a Samsung X820 by virtue of the sleek form factor, the price, and my minimum features requirement. I call it my transition phone. I plan on getting the iPhone later this year so I was thinking of waiting up for it. But since my old one’s LCD died on me late last week, I had to get one fast. I didn’t want to invest on a high-end phone now especially since I’m getting a laptop also this year. Despite the steep learning curve I have to deal with after years with Nokia (and the raised eyebrows of some people who couldn’t fathom why on earth I decided to go rice on my phone), I’m loving Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/samsungx820.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sold my 1 month and a half old Nintendo DS Lite and the brand new iPod Shuffle I bought last December which was a gift I never had the chance to give. These gadgets had so many memories I’d rather put behind me so there, I sold them. The DS I sold to a nice young man from TipidPC named Erwin. Dude, thanks for dealing with me. You take care of your little sister. And when you get a job after college, you upgrade her DS as well. Thanks for the positive feedback (I hope you didn’t forget.). As for the Shuffle, my two brain hemispheres were debating what wise thing to do with such a tempting gadget. Imagine it was just sitting in the cabinet of a gadget junkie for weeks! The restraint I had to practice was unimaginable until I figure out what’s best to do with it. Well, yeah giving it to the person I bought it for crossed my mind but, nah, it was a crazy idea gifting somebody who dumped me, right? I mean logic tells me he’ll not want anything from somebody he trashed. So I sold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I started my wardrobe shopping too. I had to buy new clothes for the new job because I have to compliment my good looks with matching clothes! Kidding.  And what sweet smile lady luck decided to bless me with. I was window shopping and chanced upon Folded and Hung’s end-of-season sale. Man, the prices went as low as 70%! Imagine I bought several pairs of hot looking polos for 350 pesos each. They were originally priced at 800 to 900 pesos! But what I don’t understand with myself was that they are all in earth colors. WTF was I thinking? I also bought a pair of hot ribbed black pants. And as if I haven’t had enough, I bought a preppy suit jacket from Mint and a matching postman bag (sadly without the postman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I had in my shopping bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/SP_A0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not yet done shopping. I’ll do part two this weekend. I plan to buy more clothes, another pair of pants, that hot yellow sando from Dean and Trent, and a pair of dress shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Monday and Tuesday, I attended an in-house seminar on applied marketing research in my capacity as Marketing Communications Manager. I’m a totally newbie in marketing so you’d probably think that I was scratching my head all throughout. Thankfully, I started brushing up, no, studying marketing and marketing communications since the onset of the year. The seminar speaker Dr. Ned Roberto (more popularly know as the guy who washed Renato Constantino’s face on national television) talked about the benefits of research-driven marketing. It was perfect timing because that’s exactly what I wanted to do with my department because from what I have observed, most of what they call marketing and marketing communications plan are based on guess work, the hit-and-miss process. I guess now it will be easier to introduce the innovations I have in my head because of the precedence set by the seminar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the image I have of him because of the media attention he got from the face washing incident, Dr. Ned was hilarious, even lovable! And he had a lot to say about the topic, which are all backed up by his extensive experience in marketing and research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! My week started really crazy. And it’s just Wednesday! I hope this is not foretelling of the kind of life I’ll have when I officially take on my new job. But I bet this is. But you know what? I sort of like this busier life. It leaves me less time to think about DJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-5683777894834288464?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/5683777894834288464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=5683777894834288464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5683777894834288464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/5683777894834288464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-little-time.html' title='So Little Time'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-2306703806036218163</id><published>2007-01-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:44:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lust You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I’m talking to these gadgets. You know you lust after them when you can’t stop going back to stores and checking out if they’re still there, hoping that when you reach inside your pocket you have enough money to buy them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll notice that except for the MacBook, all of these are cell phones. I’m planning, no, I have to get one real soon. My old phone’s showing signs of impending death. But the choosing just giving me a headache!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pp1_1_1&amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;pid=10385"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE M600i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/m600i-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/smartphones/treo680/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treo 680&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/treo680.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pp1_1_1&amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;pid=10336"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE P990i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/sep990i.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/macbook.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MacBook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/macbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iPhone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/iPhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_n73-1550.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N73&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/nokia_n73_front3_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_x820.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samsung X820&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/samsungx820.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-2306703806036218163?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/2306703806036218163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=2306703806036218163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2306703806036218163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/2306703806036218163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-lust-you.html' title='I Lust You'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-1995660811658206481</id><published>2007-01-17T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:17:43.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnGrammar: Past EmphaticTense</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who doesn’t need a refresher on English grammar? My work as an editor exposed me to grammar pitfalls that most English-speaking Filipinos suffer from. I’m sorry but we editors can’t help but edit everything we read or hear. This is going to be a series that will hopefully help a lot of you guys to improve your English grammar competency. Of course, grammar is not everything. But if we want to make a good impression, grammar can make or break us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="462" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/product_main_u_grammar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is wrong with these examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did left &lt;/em&gt;my number.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;didn’t asked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The italicized verb phrases are in the past emphatic tense. However, the form is incorrect. When you use the auxiliary verb &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; in a verb phrase to express the past emphatic tense, the main verb should be in the simple present tense or base form. Here is the correct way of expressing the two examples above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did leave &lt;/em&gt;my number.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;didn’t ask&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the past emphatic tense anyway? We are all familiar with the basic or simple forms of the six tenses (past, present, future,  present perfect, past perfect, and future perfect) and their progressive forms (present progressive, past progressive, future progressive, present perfect progressive, past perfect progressive, and future perfect progressive). The emphatic form is the third form of verb tense. But unlike the basic and progressive forms, the emphatic form only applies to the present and past tenses. As its name suggests, the emphatic tense is used when you want to stress or underscore your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know. Verb tense has got to be one of the trickiest lessons in English grammar. But &lt;strong&gt;the rule of thumb is that when you are in doubt, the safest to do is to stick with the basic or simple tense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know unless somebody tells you. Now you know. Email me if you want specific grammar pitfalls discussed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-1995660811658206481?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/1995660811658206481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=1995660811658206481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1995660811658206481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/1995660811658206481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/juongrammar-past-emphatictense.html' title='juOnGrammar: Past EmphaticTense'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-3748863565301510889</id><published>2007-01-16T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:39:17.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Mating Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Bitter:Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/dice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance with me across the ocean floor, &lt;br /&gt;sail away to heaven's open doors, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;step right up you're the next contestant, &lt;br /&gt;in this week's charade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a number wait while and twist your fate &lt;br /&gt;on the mating game, &lt;br /&gt;mating game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mating game, &lt;br /&gt;mating game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold me close enough to drink my rose, &lt;br /&gt;the devil in my pocket turn to go, &lt;br /&gt;sorry if you want it, &lt;br /&gt;you're in a daze, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonight I love you, but tomorrow go away,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step right up who's the next contestant, &lt;br /&gt;in this week's charade, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a number wait while i tease you say, &lt;br /&gt;on the mating game, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mating game, &lt;br /&gt;on the mating game, &lt;br /&gt;mating game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mating game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mating game (the mating game), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mating game (the mating game), &lt;br /&gt;on the mating game (the mating game), &lt;br /&gt;on the mating game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-3748863565301510889?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/3748863565301510889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=3748863565301510889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3748863565301510889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/3748863565301510889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-out.html' title='You&apos;re Out'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-8360526207389980045</id><published>2007-01-16T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:17:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting an Ex-ample</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="462" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/sparkling-toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon:&lt;/strong&gt; Masyado ka kasi idealistic! Sabi nga ng isang linya sa pelikula, gawin na niyang lahat nang gusto niya sa buong araw, basta pagsapit ng dilim, sa bahay mo sya umuuwi at sa kama mo sya natutulog katabi mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juOn:&lt;/strong&gt; Madaling sabihin yan pero mahirap gawin. Pati pala ikaw naniniwala sa ganyang katwiran? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo naman. Malinaw sa isipan ko na iba ang pagmamahal at iba ang pagnanasa. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juOn:&lt;/strong&gt; At tanggap ng boypren mo yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon: &lt;/strong&gt;Naniniwala ako na kung ano ang di nya alam, di makakasakit sa kanya. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juOn:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah. Paano kung ganyan din pala ang tingin ng boypren mo sa relasyon nyo? Ayus lang sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon: &lt;/strong&gt;Ah ibang usapan na iyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juOn:&lt;/strong&gt; (Silence. A smirk slowly makes it way to juOn’s face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my good buddy Jon last night. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. I like meeting up with old friends and catching up on each other’s lives. (This blog though has made it easier for them to catch up on my life.) Most of my friends don’t have their own blogs so I grab every opportunity to meet up with them if it comes. Jon and I go way back to 3 or 4 years I guess. Ok, to cut to the chase, he’s my ex. Well, he used to be my ex. He’s my friend now. One of the stories that he told me that surprised me a lot was that his last relationship lasted for 2 and a half years. I never imagined him capable of sustaining a relationship that long because I know how childish, no, immature he is. It’s not that he’s changed. He later tells me that the guy is 9 years his junior. So I figured that their relationship lasted because they were on the same maturity level. Hahahaha. They eventually broke up. Now he’s got a new boyfriend and he showed me their picture together and the guy is really cute. They actually look pretty together. And surprise of all surprises, the guy is 19 years old. Jon by the way is 30. At least Jon found a formula that works for him. The younger the guy he dates, the better for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jon, buddy. I’m happy that life is being good to you. Last night’s dinner was great, and your company was even greater. Cheers to more years of friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-8360526207389980045?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/8360526207389980045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=8360526207389980045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8360526207389980045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/8360526207389980045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/setting-ex-ample.html' title='Setting an Ex-ample'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-6653056990500798390</id><published>2007-01-15T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:36:40.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Killing Myself with Coffee and Yosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking in the New Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkering and Camwhoring Harvy’s New Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Arroz Ala Cubana at Pinoy Toppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Out and Sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/Image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-6653056990500798390?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/6653056990500798390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=6653056990500798390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6653056990500798390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/6653056990500798390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-in-pictures.html' title='The Weekend in Pictures'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4929433269408481674</id><published>2007-01-12T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:44:49.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Twenty Something Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This entry is a comment I left in a fellow blogger’s &lt;a href="http://venturingout.blogspot.com/ "&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. You know you get to say brutally honest things when you think from the top of your head, just following your stream of thought.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="462" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/stray_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are guy-to-guy relationships so disposable to some people? Why are there guys who seem to think that they are missing a lot on life if they get tied to a serious relationship? Why am I so serious about relationships anyway? Is there something wrong with me or is there something wrong with them? What is the “typical twenty something guy” anyway: the dog who sleeps around, partying like an animal or the guy with trappings of naivety and youthful excitement about love? I guess it boils down to the fact that there are guys who are relationship material and there are fleeting fancies. So I think it’s a matter of choosing the one that’s right for you. D (I will not give him the benefit of being called my ex. The “relationship” was null and void from the start.) was right about one thing. He is not and will not be the one for me. I am for long-term serious relationships. I’m the kind that will hazard to dream about spending tomorrow until God-knows-when with someone. I am lunatic, crazy, obsessed about love. I have big dreams and big dreams have to be shared with someone special, not with a stray dog. I deserve better.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard learning about the dynamics of relationships hands-on. If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t try learning at all. But the fun of it starts there. I’m sorry if I got carried away. Passion is a very hard habit to break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4929433269408481674?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4929433269408481674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4929433269408481674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4929433269408481674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4929433269408481674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/typical-twenty-something-guy.html' title='Typical Twenty Something Guy'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7352538958055593190</id><published>2007-01-11T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:59:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More iPhone iCandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is going to be badly stretched so bear with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="462" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/ap_spopup_iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7352538958055593190?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7352538958055593190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7352538958055593190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7352538958055593190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7352538958055593190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-iphone-icandy.html' title='More iPhone iCandy'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-7521437906701842994</id><published>2007-01-11T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:14:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A friend of mine tells me that he reads my blog because he thinks it’s fun. But he especially likes it when I bare myself by sharing my heartbreaks. Man! What kind of person will get pleasure from seeing someone else’s heart break? You perv you! I’m just kidding Elmer. I appreciate that you drop by every so often to witness my rollercoaster of emotions. Believe me, I’m still holding back a lot. You will not survive this day if I let out all that are inside my chest. That’ll be apocalypse unleashed. Anyway, to sate your craving for raw emotions, here’s a collection of raw emotions straight from my heart. One of these is a poem from WB Yeats, a few are text messages from friends, and most of these are text messages that I wrote myself but remained unsent. I guess this is the next best thing to actually sending them. &lt;/em&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/cryingman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You Are Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WB Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are old and grey and full of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And nodding by the fire, take down this book,&lt;br /&gt;And slowly read, and dream of the soft look&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many loved your moments of glad grace,&lt;br /&gt;And loved your beauty with love false or true,&lt;br /&gt;But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,&lt;br /&gt;And loved the sorrows of your changing face;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And bending down beside the glowing bars,&lt;br /&gt;Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled&lt;br /&gt;And paced upon the mountains overhead&lt;br /&gt;And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hardest thing &lt;/strong&gt;to do when you are in love is to realize that your love will never be enough and you have to let go. But when you think about it, accepting this reality means you’ve truly loved. That should be a comforting thought. And when letting go hurts so much, you could at the least rest assured that it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When does one stop loving?&lt;/strong&gt; When he gets hurt? When he is jealous? When he doesn’t trust? When he finds someone else? When he is not worthy? The answer is simple. When you truly love, you don’t stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swerte sa career maski malas sa love life? &lt;/strong&gt;Nagkataon lang siguro. Di ako naniniwala sa swerte. Pero naniniwala ako sa hard work. Nagkataon lang na nagsipag ako sa trabaho at sa pag-ibig nagkulang ako. Next project ko siguro yun. Pero matagal pa yun. Di ako sapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do relationships have to be disposable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling every time I hear my phone ring. I get excited, wishing it’s you. But I just hurt all the time because it’s not you and it’s unlikely that it will be you. You died. I have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a certain desperate loneliness about two parallel lines that will never meet within the same plane.” So &lt;strong&gt;we are parallel lines on a single plane&lt;/strong&gt;. I’d bend the rules if I had my way. I love you but does it have to be this hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad about the fact that you are not mine anymore just when I think I totally understand you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t worthy of another chance. I love you and I’m sorry that I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way, I’d keep you in my arms. I’d kiss you tenderly before I sleep and when I wake up. I’d hold your hands when they are cold. If I had a choice, I’d choose you again anytime even if I know you’d shatter me again. I’d rather love you and lose you than not love you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call out in the darkness of the night, hoping that the ears of your heart hear what its eyes refuse to see. I love you. I am your sad and happy. I am your rich and poor. I am what your heart needs. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahalaga ka.&lt;/strong&gt; Di ka damit na pinaglumaan na basta na lamang huhubarin kung napagsawaan na. Kung di ka nya mahal, ikaw ang magmahal sa sarili mo. Mahalaga ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love, you just fall one way—flat on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Writing my feelings down is an effective outlet for me to manage my emotions. Some of these emotions, however, have expired already. I am blogging all these for documentation.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-7521437906701842994?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/7521437906701842994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=7521437906701842994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7521437906701842994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/7521437906701842994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-and-loss.html' title='Love and Loss'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558896.post-4793761818994627483</id><published>2007-01-10T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:24:32.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juOnTech: iPhone and Apple TV</title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed with myself that I have to learn about the release of the iPhone through a friend. Waaaaah! What a way to open the year for Apple. So rumor-mongers are right all along. Apple seers have been harping about the iPhone for some time already and finally it’s here. Get this: The &lt;strong&gt;iPhone&lt;/strong&gt; (1) is a widescreen iPod, (2) a revolutionary phone, (3) a breakthrough Internet device, and (4) has mind-boggling multi-touch technology that claims to be the next big breakthrough since the mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/iPhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about the iPhone &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the couch potato, Apple has also announced &lt;strong&gt;Apple TV&lt;/strong&gt;. This TiVO-like technology brings all your iTunes media to your television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" align="center" style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="662" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/juOn1/appletv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about Apple TV &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/appletv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the success of the iPod, it seems Apple realizes that the money is in consumer electronics. Apple is looking good these days. Sony better watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558896-4793761818994627483?l=juon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/feeds/4793761818994627483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558896&amp;postID=4793761818994627483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4793761818994627483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558896/posts/default/4793761818994627483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juon.blogspot.com/2007/01/juontech-iphone.html' title='juOnTech: iPhone and Apple TV'/><author><name>juOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11903156664646649478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lP1TkbK7CAY/S6F0Hm8CCoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FCPnnZsKA1k/S220/Armelavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
