<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:59:01.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINTED.</title><subtitle type='html'>printer. kutchinta. buko juice. psalms. proverbs. sings. quiet. joker.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114796283260727020</id><published>2006-05-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:33:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT MAKE MY DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. funny jokes&lt;br /&gt;2. people who laugh at my funny jokes&lt;br /&gt;3. cold fresh air&lt;br /&gt;4. snow&lt;br /&gt;5. clear skies&lt;br /&gt;6. good conversations&lt;br /&gt;7. good friends&lt;br /&gt;8. on time deliveries&lt;br /&gt;9. appreciative clients&lt;br /&gt;10. thoughtful employees&lt;br /&gt;11. the sound of the ball ripping through the net, no rim, just all net. the rush of shooting from three and hitting nothing but nylon.&lt;br /&gt;12. knowing there are alot of things bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;13. learning lessons&lt;br /&gt;14. my parents&lt;br /&gt;15. knowing my siblings love me even if they're not showy&lt;br /&gt;16. kutchinta&lt;br /&gt;17. long, smooth traffic-free drives&lt;br /&gt;18. UCC irashaymase!&lt;br /&gt;19. nice views&lt;br /&gt;20. understanding that God has a great plan for me&lt;br /&gt;21. realizing how great a family i have&lt;br /&gt;22. knowing we have great househelp who genuinely love us&lt;br /&gt;23. psalms and proverbs&lt;br /&gt;24. long walks&lt;br /&gt;25. mantao&lt;br /&gt;26. coffee&lt;br /&gt;27. blueberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;28. pasta&lt;br /&gt;29. singing for God&lt;br /&gt;30. understanding the meaning of grace&lt;br /&gt;31. God's patience with me&lt;br /&gt;32. not knowing the future but knowing its going to be cool&lt;br /&gt;33. driving my siblings while i still can&lt;br /&gt;34. helping out&lt;br /&gt;35. Stillwaters people&lt;br /&gt;36. making people happy&lt;br /&gt;37. undeserved love&lt;br /&gt;38. good running shoes&lt;br /&gt;39. good printing quality&lt;br /&gt;40. highschool&lt;br /&gt;41. suprises&lt;br /&gt;42. cheese&lt;br /&gt;43. stress-free days&lt;br /&gt;44. going through trouble yet solving problems in the end&lt;br /&gt;45. good songs&lt;br /&gt;46. good movies&lt;br /&gt;47. forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;48. preparing even when there's nothing to prepare for, then being suprised you're ready when the situation arises.&lt;br /&gt;49. nature&lt;br /&gt;50. my lola&lt;br /&gt;51. dilis&lt;br /&gt;52. mais con hielo&lt;br /&gt;53. getting lots of things accomplished because you prepared in advance&lt;br /&gt;54. getting my back scratched&lt;br /&gt;55. good worship&lt;br /&gt;56. lifestories&lt;br /&gt;57. lying in bed with soft pillows&lt;br /&gt;58. rolling in bed&lt;br /&gt;59. old pictures&lt;br /&gt;60. long lost friends&lt;br /&gt;61. megaman, sonic the hedgehog and contra&lt;br /&gt;62. learning from my dad&lt;br /&gt;63. encouraging people&lt;br /&gt;64. finding long lost things after missing for years&lt;br /&gt;65. old notebooks and memoralibia&lt;br /&gt;66. seeing you made a little difference in people's lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114796283260727020?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114796283260727020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114796283260727020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114796283260727020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114796283260727020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-that-make-my-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114745497691093391</id><published>2006-05-13T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:29:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the shadow proves the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, won't you be my mother&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, come and help me sing&lt;br /&gt;My heart is darker than these oceans&lt;br /&gt;My heart is frozen underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are Crooked souls trying to stay up straight&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;When the shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;the shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little run aways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight where,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Lord, why did you forsake me?&lt;br /&gt;O, Lord, don't be far away (away)&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds gathering beside me&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, don't look the other way I am a,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked soul trying to stay up straight&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Where the shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;the shadow proves the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little run aways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight where,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine.&lt;div 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velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114635792383047316</id><published>2006-04-30T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:45:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of my life. It is a joy to be given the chance to help out. There's nothing quite like it. Thank God for the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wealth of proverbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P&lt;strong&gt;roverbs 30:7-9: "Two things i asked of You, do not refuse me before i die: keep deception and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is my portion, That i not be full and deny you and say "who is the Lord?" Or that i not be in want and steal, and profane the name of my God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 29:23:"A man's pride will bring Him low, But a humble spirit will obtain honor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 21:2: "Every man's way is right in His own eyes, but the Lord weighs the heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114635792383047316?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114635792383047316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114635792383047316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114635792383047316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114635792383047316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114606400083830445</id><published>2006-04-26T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:06:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miscommunications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect way to define a time when you do something and you don't do it your best. This happens when you say something just so you were able to say it to get it over and done with. Blurting something out something without ensuring the other person understood what you said. One of the primary reasons people fight, deliveries aren't met, mistakes are made, friendships are broken, drivers don't go to work on time, operators don't go to work on holidays. Couples quarrel because of this, students study for the wrong topics for their exams, basketball players shoot on the wrong goal, people buy french fries instead of twister fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its all said and done, sasabihin lang ng both parties, "eh akala ko...".&lt;br /&gt;Then, magtitinginan na lang kayo.&lt;br /&gt;No use crying over spilled milk. You can just reflect and think why such happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, Account executive orders 125oo magazines for client. Client tells Account Executive to print all 12500 magazines. The latter tells production to print all magazines, production does so. Just when production is done with printing and is about to bind the 12500 magazines, Account Executive tells production, "hold the 7500 copies! proceed only with the 5000 copies to be delivered. The 7500 must be held because i am awaiting further instructions on how a sound chip will be inserted to the magazine balance."&lt;br /&gt;Production obliges and holds the 7500.&lt;br /&gt;Holding this pertains to NOT binding the 7500 copies.&lt;br /&gt;Account executives assumes the 7500 are bound. Production knows otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;One month passes.&lt;br /&gt;Client tell Account Executive to deliver the balance the next day. The latter tells the client it is ready. Of course its not ready. its not bound. Morning comes. The endorsement for the insertion for the sound chip is given by the client and expects a delivery right away.&lt;br /&gt;No delivery can be made.&lt;br /&gt;We all end up in the office.&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in pointing fingers, we just talk how can we avoid this next time?&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunication. The culprit.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating, but what makes it harder is it is preventable.&lt;br /&gt;Communication is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think listening is also key, actually. if we take tiome to be still and tune our efforts to understanding each other, less miscommunications would be present. Staying silent and giving your conversation partner attention is vital. I think i could learn from that. Oftentimes i find myself babbling away and speaking too fast. Less talk less mistakes. It says in proverbs the fool cannot stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me this question the other day; "What type of person are you, do you think feel then act? or the other way around?"&lt;br /&gt;I immediately said i felt, thought, then acted in that way. I guess i'm a very emotional person. It made me think alot too. Because i think its important that we think first before we feel something then based on our logical thinking, we act. I guess to each, his own. every individual is beautiful in this way. No one is excactly the same. Okay i'm not making sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard talking to your employees when it comes to them borrowing money. on one hand you want to help them. on the other you have to take care of the company and remember that helping them also means lending them the amount of money they can pay for. Striking the balance between compassion and objectivity is key. Wisdom from the Lord is greatly and desperately needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is having her pacemaker operation tomorrow, please pray for her. We prayed for her already, Bahala na si God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if i ought to get a bike or just swim daily. sayang yung pool sa house eh, walang gumagamit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114606400083830445?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114606400083830445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114606400083830445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114606400083830445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114606400083830445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/miscommunications.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114554686228042556</id><published>2006-04-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:28:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just like to stare and think about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;These are moments when i get stressed and things at work go AWOL. literally.&lt;br /&gt;"Ser!!! Sira iyong 5 colors, tumirik iyong compressor! Ser! umaapaw ang tubig ng makina walang production sa gabi! Ser! Ser!Ser!!! Iyong truck natin nasa Splash pa paano natin madedeliver iyong Abbott before 2pm and Delbros may convention ng 5 pm..."&lt;br /&gt;Stress. How to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;And what is management's role? To troubleshoot. To make sure things work. The crazy thing is, sometimes crazy things happen for consecutive days straight.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my dad copes with it, dealing with these things for 25 years now. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I. We may not be alike but i pray God enables me to learn things fast. To handle the pressure calmly and make decisions guided with wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i regret not being serious with life in my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should've gotten in the business earlier. Maybe i should've been less carefree and more serious than i am now.&lt;br /&gt;So many ifs buts and hows and whys.&lt;br /&gt;But hey. We all have our learning curves and personally i'm just glad i have my dad to guide me. My old man is my biggest boss. It may not be very pleasant to live in the same house and report to your boss day in and day out in or out of the house, but i appreciate the guidance he has offered me. i love you dad. arguments, good times or bad times.&lt;br /&gt;Management sure is a whole new ballgame.&lt;br /&gt;Doing your job and managing people seem to be worlds apart, with the former ending at 5pm, while the latter is 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Still i am confident in time i shall understand and know the meaning of trusting in the Lord with all my strength while being fully confident that Him living in me enables me to do far more greater than i could ever achieve. Lord may you establish my confidence and decision making so that people may see that only You helped me to be the man i am to be in you in all things one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114554686228042556?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114554686228042556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114554686228042556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114554686228042556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114554686228042556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-just-like-to-stare-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114516861628766213</id><published>2006-04-16T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:23:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty hands reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;Unseen dreams i offer You&lt;br /&gt;Useless steps i used to take&lt;br /&gt;Decisions apart from you for my own sake&lt;br /&gt;I've played the fool for far too long&lt;br /&gt;Went my own way i've sang my song&lt;br /&gt;Thought i knew what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;Now i know it was your plan all along&lt;br /&gt;Broke me so could see how simple it is&lt;br /&gt;That life is meant to be lived beside You&lt;br /&gt;No other way to grow old&lt;br /&gt;My eyes look on all i see is yours&lt;br /&gt;The seas the waves and every movement&lt;br /&gt;The rocks the creatures of the land&lt;br /&gt;The islands the wind dwell in your hand&lt;br /&gt;What can i give which is not Yours&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe i take my steps my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The way i speak my movements my actions&lt;br /&gt;Every fabric of my being was molded by you&lt;br /&gt;Make me like the wind it blows like you made it to&lt;br /&gt;The birds they fly as you commanded them to&lt;br /&gt;The sun it shines as you set it to&lt;br /&gt;Now make me grow and know how to live for you&lt;br /&gt;To know no fear no hate no pride&lt;br /&gt;Make me a servant i want to know no shame&lt;br /&gt;May i see myself as the lowest yet glorify your name&lt;br /&gt;You died for me and was the lowest for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114516861628766213?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114516861628766213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114516861628766213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114516861628766213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114516861628766213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/random.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114486412100877802</id><published>2006-04-13T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:48:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm of to laguna in 6 hours..&lt;br /&gt;time to see the chickens fight and have myself eat as much santol and suman as possible. i wonder if its going to be as hot in laguna as it is here in qc? sana naman hindi masyado.&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably be done with Laguna and back in the farm at Lipa by late night.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike going back to the province. its not that i don't like the place, its just that after not seing your cousins for so long, such that you don't even remember your names, you have nothing to talk about. i just kiss all the elders and everyone i see so at least i'll be polite. may be it would be fun if we went to pagsanjan falls... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray about which school the Lord wants me to take my MBA. i know it should be the best, but i need His input. it bothers me too that the enrollment period is over and i need to wait til next year. GRUNT. GRUNT. GRUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate bought a copy of the hills have eyes.. sana maganda. after vcds, basketball, and watching horsies, nothing to do in the farm.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably bring my joke book and update it for leisure's sake.&lt;br /&gt;i should bring my bible and catch up on my quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;it's holy week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't really feel like its holy week but i'm sure glad Christ rose for me. man, sometimes its so easy to take Him for granted. He would rather die for me than not spend eternity for me. and he is the God of all.&lt;br /&gt;i went to greenbelt to catch midweek service there, it was such a reminder of how important it is to spend time w God. i felt refreshed, being reminded that God pursues us even though at times we don't have the vigor and the motivation to seek Him out.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty dead in my ministry for awhile due to work and other personal issues, but i'm ready to make time again and serve my God more.&lt;br /&gt;I know i've got to get back to singing again. i love singing and being used by Him. i love knowing that He chooses me despite my inadequacy and loves me despite my shortcomings. its just a blessing and a privilege to lead people into an intimate time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the workers and operators rest well this holy week. i pray God gives me the courage to finally try reaching out to our workers and letting them know who my Jesus is. i need to rid myself of this fear and shame that hinders me from doing just that. i know i'm just a vessel and God will be God.&lt;br /&gt;But this week of from work, more than anything, i want to be intimate with God. I just want to be happy knowing i can trust Him with all my plans, all my dreams, and all i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, God gave me the heart to crack jokes, so i will crack some for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Q: anong picture frame ang masipag?&lt;br /&gt;A: FRAMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;Q: anong kapi ang mayamang bitwin?&lt;br /&gt;A: STAR(bitwin)BUCKS(pera/salapi)&lt;br /&gt;Q: anong filipino dish ang masamang sine?&lt;br /&gt;A: SINE(movie)GANG(masama ang gang diba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye apple pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114486412100877802?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114486412100877802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114486412100877802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114486412100877802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114486412100877802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-of-to-laguna-in-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114465259867809095</id><published>2006-04-10T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:06:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four oceans Twenty four skies&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four failures Twenty four tries&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four finds me In twenty-fourth place&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four drop outs At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not what I thought it was&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;With all my excuses still twenty four strong&lt;br /&gt;See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising these twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts&lt;br /&gt;But I wan to be one today&lt;br /&gt;Centered and true&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see miracles, see the world change&lt;br /&gt;Wrestled the angel, for more than a name&lt;br /&gt;For more than a feeling&lt;br /&gt;For more than a cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114465259867809095?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114465259867809095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114465259867809095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114465259867809095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114465259867809095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/24-switchfoot-twenty-four-oceans.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114458760326089164</id><published>2006-04-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:00:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/1600/gwapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/320/gwapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cousin patrick. paano ba magrotate ng picture? teka, kung nirotate ko yan tas bumaliktad baka mamatay ako, mahuhulog ako sa picture. okay lang ganitong posing. eto ang tawag na living by the edge. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday service was great. talked about king azariah.&lt;br /&gt;thing was, this king reigned at 16 years old and served God for 52 years! ang tagal! he listened to God. he did everything right. but he did so and God helped hime marvelously until he was strong. until he was strong. when he was strong, he decided to enter God's temple altar and offer. wrong decision. God is holy. the ending was the king got leprosy right away and had it til he died. Azaria's name in hebrew was "helped by God". oh that my name may be such. oh to have no confidence in myself and only in God! i really want that.&lt;br /&gt;grabe. the word was about how great men of God who start out so well end up so bad. how did it happen? he did serve God still, but he didn't serve God His way. how many times have i had my agenda and "prayed" for His will and made my agenda "his will"? all things indeed should be prayed about and consulted to the God of all. all of us no matter how close to God we are and great are always susceptible to being proud of ourselves. we see ourselves as adequate enough to be independent from God.&lt;br /&gt;i pray in my heart that i have a life in which God is honored. in which i am totally dependent on Him. for i know that only when we are totally dependent on God are we capable of truly loving Him and being the best we can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114458760326089164?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114458760326089164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114458760326089164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114458760326089164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114458760326089164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-and-my-cousin-patrick.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114453996006359786</id><published>2006-04-09T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:06:54.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/1600/mike%20sg%202006%20135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/320/mike%20sg%202006%20135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like this pic alot. parang reflective eh heheheh. reminds me of really giving up and giving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/1600/mike%20sg%202006%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/320/mike%20sg%202006%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my sister. we may not agree on lots of things but i'm very grateful for our friendship and our business relationship too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/1600/mike%20sg%202006%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2686/320/mike%20sg%202006%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the cruise deck. water all around and wind galore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114453996006359786?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114453996006359786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114453996006359786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114453996006359786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114453996006359786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-like-this-pic-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25671964.post-114451448177775730</id><published>2006-04-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:41:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know how to put pics on my blog! how do you put pictures in the background anyway?&lt;br /&gt;somebody help me!&lt;br /&gt;stressful day at work.&lt;br /&gt;imagine working 8am to 9pm on a saturday night. its fine with me, i like printing. i love my job. but i need time with my cell too.&lt;br /&gt;holding 5 straight meetings with all the various departments in our printshop on a weekend really drains me. plus the fact that i couldn't start the meetings because my dad asked me to wait for him. i had to wait for 3 hours because of such. the result? i got to leave the office 9pm because we started really really late.&lt;br /&gt;i just figured that things have to change sooner or later. i pray God aids me that i have time to really give to the things that truly matter, such as my walk with Him, and the people He has given me to care about and to share my burdens with. hay naku only God can help me. but i have faith that things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 46:10 just blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;Cease striving and know i am God. I will be exalted in all the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;what about that. nothing i do can add or take away from my God. he has no benefit for me. yet he loves me for who i am and knows all my thoughts and desires. Psalms really rocks. i can really relate with the psalmist when He always says how he cries out to God. and when he does, he always asks for help from God because of God's lovingkindness, it is God's character to love us and take us back. to care for us. nothing more. nothing less. God doesn't owe us anything but it is His very nature to love us. hay salamat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25671964-114451448177775730?l=mikeprinted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/feeds/114451448177775730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25671964&amp;postID=114451448177775730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114451448177775730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25671964/posts/default/114451448177775730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeprinted.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know-how-to-put-pics-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>michael velasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06170276004145948324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
