tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324863902024-03-14T00:30:55.677+08:00I Am Carlo Magno" In whatever you do, do your best, in this way you'll have no regrets. Life is short, so live it like there's no tomorrow. Take every opportunity, learn from every mistake and move on. We are on a journey where there is no turning back, make the most of the time."Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-2306949425927086342007-08-04T13:48:00.000+08:002007-08-05T13:49:21.583+08:00Am Back!Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-10780218417526144862007-07-10T07:57:00.000+08:002007-07-10T09:38:57.503+08:00Filipino Blog Of The Week Nominee<span style="font-family:arial;">Hey guys, am nominated for the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Filipino Blog of the Week Award</span> and I feel ecstatic!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Please do visit <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com/</span> </span>to vote for me, thanks! </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > vote!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I may not be the best blog, but I do try to make mine as interesting and honest for you all!</span><br /></span></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-2145684534064586402007-07-04T11:58:00.000+08:002007-07-10T09:36:59.894+08:00A Test Of Belief and FaithRarely do I encounter experiences and things that really shaken my belief and faith until I chance upon reading a novel by one of my favorite author, Anne Rice.<br /><br />I have been an Anne Rice fan for quite sometime and her novels really filled up my long nights and boring days. I can find myself so engross that I sometimes spend a whole day just reading her book.<br /><br />Then came this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxAUZcpqqjy7Xo15wSMHngkllww7B7B3EbmOrfQW_qcWiJKB4R-oJP1zmtMZfHkWFLCsaiXTTdrckoVmqSb1x4kWeYVMsDNK0WTZGaYW77qLaspGaXdQzhXRhwxFAzrUJaezx/s1600-h/BK_Memnoch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxAUZcpqqjy7Xo15wSMHngkllww7B7B3EbmOrfQW_qcWiJKB4R-oJP1zmtMZfHkWFLCsaiXTTdrckoVmqSb1x4kWeYVMsDNK0WTZGaYW77qLaspGaXdQzhXRhwxFAzrUJaezx/s320/BK_Memnoch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083187762121248162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Memnoch the Devil is about Lestat, the main character in her Vampire Chronicles, being chased down and recruited by the Devil himself. In the story, Memnoch, the Devil, or Satan had described in detail all of the history of Creation and the heavenly realms. The reasons why he was thrown down on earth, and questioned the authority of the Creator. At the same time incorporated in the story is the appearance of the Veil that Veronica used to wipe the blood and sweat on Christ's face when He fell down while carrying the cross.<br />The book really is a hard-to-put down novel and I myself got carried away and started to have sympathy to the Devil. That he, being thrown down on earth is just a matter of misunderstanding. That he just asked too many questions to God about His plans and His motives, until he himself tried to discover God's creation and learned from it. Then he fell in love with a woman, one of God's creation and experience making love where to his amazement is the closest thing to heaven one person can get and asked God too many WHY's.<br />My belief was kind of shaken while reading this and one can really rethink about what one have learned about the stories in the Old Testament whether they were true or not.<br />But alas, I reminded myself that this was just FICTION and the story is a make believe story but based on real facts for Anne Rice does a thorough research on literature, arts and history she will incorporate in her novels to make it more realistic and more enjoyable reading.<br />In the end, my belief is kept intact, my faith strong, but the power of words are amazing. The power of story telling leaves a deep impression and it is just a matter of how strong is your will to not to get persuaded or carried away.<br /></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-34595808844394605322007-07-04T08:14:00.000+08:002007-07-04T08:23:01.626+08:00A Photo Session 16<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQSjWBwuX1LwEKso9low2o4FJciQXxC_qsf2te2fgWSaKEH6voBKb-yE1wmubSnsxY4TCzBomv8tOXYsEKPUFV-i8pkkhw4jeMqcXbJw3ZGUCbk2xUOXpRPq4tUkVcJGUSORg/s1600-h/87.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQSjWBwuX1LwEKso9low2o4FJciQXxC_qsf2te2fgWSaKEH6voBKb-yE1wmubSnsxY4TCzBomv8tOXYsEKPUFV-i8pkkhw4jeMqcXbJw3ZGUCbk2xUOXpRPq4tUkVcJGUSORg/s320/87.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083130209559481746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA9eLrDuu8Oy0ka-mnkxSre8lVw0jz_cIlTpH_bDavKYUDn6JlSfifWdltsebTOsBsztP7qLh5FQ_KN5t2YjeAbwt1Jbc2Tydwpy4i6GDUrlQp2XU7iU3jxmZNbuFj1TVu_LZ/s1600-h/80.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA9eLrDuu8Oy0ka-mnkxSre8lVw0jz_cIlTpH_bDavKYUDn6JlSfifWdltsebTOsBsztP7qLh5FQ_KN5t2YjeAbwt1Jbc2Tydwpy4i6GDUrlQp2XU7iU3jxmZNbuFj1TVu_LZ/s320/80.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083130089300397442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIlxENRlsBz7sNpJgtZlpJHGzlSargGsCxP2aHrT331rM0DY_gci440-DdL_LfFIJzY7KcHXUBfGTMGJUgtGZqsmZWLPM8EGyfZLqM7rDI7E5j_KjD9Ip0gFf8uPMzuG4wr85/s1600-h/39.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIlxENRlsBz7sNpJgtZlpJHGzlSargGsCxP2aHrT331rM0DY_gci440-DdL_LfFIJzY7KcHXUBfGTMGJUgtGZqsmZWLPM8EGyfZLqM7rDI7E5j_KjD9Ip0gFf8uPMzuG4wr85/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083129870257065330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDusgom2hwyllonDSRJBE4fEODoW-5QZD6GRRcah3daBy11MK1pa8QxbY_l67XPETGuW0d9cJdP69jrAo8u95pzuHNcjf8TJu4Be7JSOyx1-OCUWAvfGgSJSZJM0bF7U62N0D/s1600-h/20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDusgom2hwyllonDSRJBE4fEODoW-5QZD6GRRcah3daBy11MK1pa8QxbY_l67XPETGuW0d9cJdP69jrAo8u95pzuHNcjf8TJu4Be7JSOyx1-OCUWAvfGgSJSZJM0bF7U62N0D/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083129299026414930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXiUWcjbCfkAre300vTBRZ6FCI6PQV7PZQRKA4Wc277suwOwLdL4lk08Aoh4dQtUs2AQFvvhOcnVjI4aWyE_p5HHVKQJYcKBbnzLa4fZqsB0Mi5C2zupmo9NtRSKrpabmOfxa/s1600-h/13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXiUWcjbCfkAre300vTBRZ6FCI6PQV7PZQRKA4Wc277suwOwLdL4lk08Aoh4dQtUs2AQFvvhOcnVjI4aWyE_p5HHVKQJYcKBbnzLa4fZqsB0Mi5C2zupmo9NtRSKrpabmOfxa/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083129144407592258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">photography by Jay Plogman<br /></span></span></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-67136578684265213842007-07-03T07:48:00.000+08:002007-07-03T08:12:30.224+08:00Just Reminiscing<span style="font-family:arial;">I'm feeling kind of melancholic today for some reason, maybe because I'll be leaving for Saudi Arabia soon, or am missing a lot of people, family, friends and colleagues.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And the friends I made during the Mr. Gay Philippines Search. Well, like what Miss Barbra Streisand, a gay icon, sang "Some good things never last," but the memories will linger on.<br /><br />I never thought that I'd be a part of something grand, a history made that day, the first ever of such event and it will forever be a part of me.<br /><br />Here is a highlight, the Formal Wear competition.<br /><br />I am candidate no. 6<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmihRRDncFQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmihRRDncFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-88948743743866012192007-07-03T07:22:00.000+08:002007-07-03T07:33:17.235+08:00Hilariously Entertaining<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">I'd like to share this you guys, I viewed it at Miong21's blog and enjoyed it. Hope you do too.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDsHvq6juEY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDsHvq6juEY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-16663522122545861392007-06-23T07:57:00.000+08:002007-06-23T17:32:45.414+08:00Admiration<span style="font-family:arial;">I always loved Enrique Iglesias, and who wouldn't? That charisma, that enchanting voice and a good personality at that. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ever since I heard the song Bailamos, I get to like him. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then he sang HERO and he took my breath away!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And then this news came out, in a concert in the States for GAY MEN and WOMEN, he was one of the guest artist, he sang the song but before that he asked the crowd whether they'd like a male or a female to come up the stage for him to serenade. Everyone cheered and yelled back a guy, then he said, "Okay, I'm going to be gay for a while." and he gamely picked a guy in the crowd. It was really great to watch him and hear him.<br /><br />Soon good to great comments for him came out of newspapers and media. Everyone admired his sensibility, his courage and his becoming unprejudiced.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I admire him greatly for that. Here's the clip:<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/auzTa--dPpY"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/auzTa--dPpY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-85029091190074078352007-06-22T08:23:00.000+08:002007-06-30T07:25:27.325+08:00A Good Deed A Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWByqEU0pb4OqK9Hs5gtZIhl140ailx3ZKpP02kQl2DcVYQDC90P10uFgDCy0_jVGJBQqeIi4LjAcvcMEHjGBg4AY0aVPUxokWuB6jsRuyHdeVH7vp_xsW964ce-u9kzg0zKj/s1600-h/Helping-Hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWByqEU0pb4OqK9Hs5gtZIhl140ailx3ZKpP02kQl2DcVYQDC90P10uFgDCy0_jVGJBQqeIi4LjAcvcMEHjGBg4AY0aVPUxokWuB6jsRuyHdeVH7vp_xsW964ce-u9kzg0zKj/s320/Helping-Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078687576832597602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Inspired by the mother of one of the coolest people I ever encountered at blogging. The Vegan Prince's mom, (see offbeatmom.blogspot.com) who shared a good deed she has done to a father and daughter felt so great afterwards that she chronicled it at her blogsite.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I would like to do my own good-deed-a-day thing.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Really.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">At least one good deed for a day to anyone and to anywhere I might be.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Mark Xander's (The Vegan Prince) mother is right. The world now is not that friendly, safe and comfortable to live in lately.<br /><br />I don't have to do the specifics nor site samples and experiences. I may ran out of space here, but surely you know what I mean.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Just look around you, there are a lot of people that are candidates for a good deed act. It don't have to be grand, it don't have to be expensive, not even "attention worthy."<br /><br />But an honest act of kindness that might not mean a thing to you, but to the person you done it with, can you imagine how that person will feel after? </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">One thing though, do not really think about it, just take the opportunity, the essence of doing a good deed might be lost if we are too conscious about expressing it.<br /><br />I encourage all my friends here that come and visit to join me in this sentiment and who knows really, an act of kindness comes back tenfold, and God sees and God rewards, right? </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />So, a good deed a day and in this way, in our own way, we can make this world a little more better place to live in. What do you think?<br /><br />LET'S GO!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pic courtesy of offbeatmom blog)</span> </span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-25616423230189740132007-06-21T07:36:00.000+08:002007-06-21T07:44:12.329+08:00My Niece<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeODkdLt5nsYZJ817qIqADpqqW3_nNd55aqngkzTS-P0_agycn_6C1WD6ya-RKu6M186GtR0Kat547vwbbSVBAn6i48GnxbylDHDjmQpBcSvdIl6UryUP_LBGxCr1nbRDhrPd/s1600-h/messy!.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeODkdLt5nsYZJ817qIqADpqqW3_nNd55aqngkzTS-P0_agycn_6C1WD6ya-RKu6M186GtR0Kat547vwbbSVBAn6i48GnxbylDHDjmQpBcSvdIl6UryUP_LBGxCr1nbRDhrPd/s320/messy!.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078296343966637650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP-pAuTNkjJ1Jc2sw2U4CI_5b9iQPWaBkOcK-6vGG1THZpueuQFGmPINTX1_pldVZQQoEmp_BSvYCtbiDlELuBJeWRX7FNtDfHh7j-43pmX3MJr32xw9V0TkqRvuQu3sSuSsc/s1600-h/nyeeehh!.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP-pAuTNkjJ1Jc2sw2U4CI_5b9iQPWaBkOcK-6vGG1THZpueuQFGmPINTX1_pldVZQQoEmp_BSvYCtbiDlELuBJeWRX7FNtDfHh7j-43pmX3MJr32xw9V0TkqRvuQu3sSuSsc/s320/nyeeehh!.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078296154988076610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKd7ebS2_lml7UyEOYg3ZBFsaUpVRlpz-UrbCLjHggisyzIGn_ssPwjSgpHr-AZei3CUPsXYt8YmROCCeABJhsp3vhbMNndkJuahzezqBI7NfXO_ZvYL3oEtqRLfEop0XVnvT/s1600-h/pa-cute!.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKd7ebS2_lml7UyEOYg3ZBFsaUpVRlpz-UrbCLjHggisyzIGn_ssPwjSgpHr-AZei3CUPsXYt8YmROCCeABJhsp3vhbMNndkJuahzezqBI7NfXO_ZvYL3oEtqRLfEop0XVnvT/s320/pa-cute!.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078296077678665266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYXehDlEEqzU_aEak95OUevMcXSi4Dgm5qY_vo_aK9R6eIs14bxPO4qZSRLPOvulET5rKy_0lA7Br61CJBBf0cmXw51IK_h8jttwZcamLHqO0zvRw3QazDsg9el_HgDUIK7jh/s1600-h/i+love+pancit%21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYXehDlEEqzU_aEak95OUevMcXSi4Dgm5qY_vo_aK9R6eIs14bxPO4qZSRLPOvulET5rKy_0lA7Br61CJBBf0cmXw51IK_h8jttwZcamLHqO0zvRw3QazDsg9el_HgDUIK7jh/s320/i+love+pancit%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078295910174940706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">My niece is so "biba" (I am still thinking of the translation in English, help me? lolz).</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Very smart and fun to watch...check her pictures out, just like his uncle Carlo Magno, she LOVES being photographed.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-69811942960496994112007-06-13T07:07:00.000+08:002007-06-13T07:25:36.672+08:00Realization<span style="font-family: arial;">I was lying on my bed last night trying to fall asleep, but sleep was elusive. I played with my ever reliable NANO for a while as Celine Dion tries to lull me to sleep, to no avail. So I decided to meditate on certain things. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">My life, how's it been, the last few years. Well, it has been a roller coaster ride. </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ups and downs, the usual. Some heartache, disappointments, new experiences, new people and friends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Gained insight on who I really am, I came out to the world. Been to hell and back. </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I talked with my bestfriend and he told me that not too long ago we were just talking about what our future might be. We dream of having our own car, house, electronic gadgets and travel. What a nice dream indeed. We never really noticed until we talked about it. We just HAD these dreams. It came true. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">He left for Korea then to work, when we both were applying still for jobs abroad. I can't seem to hit the jackpot, while he breezes his way into interviews. I was so devastated then and tried my luck on the local business scenario. But he told me, my time will come and I just have to be patient.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So years had gone by, patience had been a good friend of mine. I worked locally and bide my time. Gained as much experience and knowledge as I can. Then one day, the opportunity that was so elusive just came knocking at my door. I didn't even look for it!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Patience and perseverance really pays. WE all have an opportunity that is solely ours. It will come on the right time and the right moment. I remember from the book THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coehlo, when one dreams or wishes, all the cosmic powers, fate and chance will work together for one's dream to come true. He just have to read the signs, follow the right path and be patient. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I thought it will never come, but I was wrong. I wished for it. It happens. God is good. I know I am good. This is good.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-63292120189266578552007-06-12T08:17:00.001+08:002007-06-12T08:27:05.175+08:00Spiritual Growth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqQc0CqplwuingWZ2hhStR2GWYnJEx_Pbdp4bFHuth4eg9eibx4X_u0eHEuhZh9xrGO8luCXZSa6MB7n52DtBCJRxiIFs2NigWGyzbZNPppESyhAR514exUwQAd9Xr9qQoWgM/s1600-h/TH11B6~1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqQc0CqplwuingWZ2hhStR2GWYnJEx_Pbdp4bFHuth4eg9eibx4X_u0eHEuhZh9xrGO8luCXZSa6MB7n52DtBCJRxiIFs2NigWGyzbZNPppESyhAR514exUwQAd9Xr9qQoWgM/s320/TH11B6~1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074965751447412226" border="0" /></a><br />I had my final interview last Sunday for the job I am applying for overseas. It was a grueling experience but I got the job.<br /><br />I was asked too many questions about my job description, probably the interviewer, a foreigner at that, would really like to find out if I mastered what I was doing.<br /><br />I came out with flying colors. Whew!<br /><br />Here I come Saudi Arabia.<br /><br />I'm both excited and happy. This will be my first time to work outside the country. I heard a lot of things, hardships, loneliness and being homesick. I don't know If I'll feel the same. All I know i s that I am going to work hard so that in two years time, I can save enough to start a business back home.<br /><br />Am not that young anymore but I definitely still have the drive.<br />The Angels are telling me too, that I have to reinforce and develop the spiritual part of me. My relation with God Almighty. To be attuned with myself, my capability and my confidence. Courage comes from within and with the help of prayers and faith anything is possible.<br /><br />I know also am going to be alright.<br /><br />Wish me luck. Hopefully within this month of June or early July, am going to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.<br /><br />My blog will continue from there, and chronicle my adventures and my experiences there.Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-67788279530843959182007-06-08T18:09:00.000+08:002007-06-08T18:12:01.412+08:00Hay!<span style="font-family: arial;">My laptop crashed today because of virus infection! So our IT in the office had it reformatted! </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Everything is ok until I realized I forgot to SAVE SOME FILES and now it's LOST!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Hay!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Kainis! </span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-26869786481948508022007-06-04T15:19:00.000+08:002007-06-04T15:22:04.314+08:00Way Back Into Love - Hugh GrantOOOHHHHH....I fell in love with this song..........from the movie, Music and Lyrics, Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore...nice movie...GREAT LOVE SONG!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qAM2zRE3GI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qAM2zRE3GI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-61211899690749917362007-06-02T08:02:00.000+08:002007-06-02T08:15:50.254+08:00Discernment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_m_yk3Atj3nfrYkVJ_NePpvN7PHFTdUxlN4bymXXO_8wIP-I0wliBFaL9mzWFhiIP4cakc_7n3rzOahlLARpTsTEstz_rJ1KqVCE7NsVuE8ugZm8guh1HEwMw7j7aCGE-8DlH/s1600-h/The+Angel+of+Discernment.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_m_yk3Atj3nfrYkVJ_NePpvN7PHFTdUxlN4bymXXO_8wIP-I0wliBFaL9mzWFhiIP4cakc_7n3rzOahlLARpTsTEstz_rJ1KqVCE7NsVuE8ugZm8guh1HEwMw7j7aCGE-8DlH/s320/The+Angel+of+Discernment.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071251305779156482" border="0" /></a><br />I<span style="font-family: arial;"> picked an Angel Card today and the Angel of Discernment came up. I asked for a guidance on the current situation I am having. You see, I applied for a new job overseas. I passed the initial interview and now awaiting the final with the employer himself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This angel is telling that in anything the we do, we are the masters of our lives. We know what is good and is bad for us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">And the decision on working out of the country, in an Arabian country that is, is a HUGE decision for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">What can I do? My family needs a little more comfort and I can only help if I have work that gives more than what I get here. Sounds too much, but we all work hard for our family, next only for ourselves.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Discernment, making the right choice for the better or even for the best.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-55138780164222439172007-06-01T08:52:00.001+08:002007-06-01T09:04:20.384+08:00Inspiring - An Inspiration<span style="font-family:arial;">I've longed to try painting...drawing...I know I had it in me. You know that feeling? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">But you always brush it aside. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrcOFaUUhvqcJFoDdikhUML7geFgRtdd3Er3MFp9lPv2PWR7kgiO42JupnQ6OH3QSBCrS8iKacD5tUAp9GeZagNlbNWjHVua8vnf8gxQGnmiN8JEwLpMIYJNKfFwLedH2Fdlb/s1600-h/X7+Icon+Series+II+Ito+ang+Aking+Anak+na+lubos+Kong+kinalulugdan2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrcOFaUUhvqcJFoDdikhUML7geFgRtdd3Er3MFp9lPv2PWR7kgiO42JupnQ6OH3QSBCrS8iKacD5tUAp9GeZagNlbNWjHVua8vnf8gxQGnmiN8JEwLpMIYJNKfFwLedH2Fdlb/s320/X7+Icon+Series+II+Ito+ang+Aking+Anak+na+lubos+Kong+kinalulugdan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070894664579798498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">When I was young, I join slogan making contests and art festivals...and sometimes I wonder where is that kid in me.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61jd9eHfbvdNQAi2PSecFHLmTnLfFzUwTson8p82qPmn9uRlJVNZ0iGPieXysziDOct6bg-pGDH8p9vcbsAr0EagMlEa6mjUQVDC3ve1Xk4-kFeJzyb0sYKeBlVDjkRxWNaZa/s1600-h/gse_multipart38156.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61jd9eHfbvdNQAi2PSecFHLmTnLfFzUwTson8p82qPmn9uRlJVNZ0iGPieXysziDOct6bg-pGDH8p9vcbsAr0EagMlEa6mjUQVDC3ve1Xk4-kFeJzyb0sYKeBlVDjkRxWNaZa/s320/gse_multipart38156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070894497076073922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then I came upon this blog through a new friend of mine, Mark Xander of The Vegan Prince Blog. There he introduced his friend Josh and his Me and My Doves Blog.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlR6uV5iQYvbKGCYz0fWd3GCu7z9ujb6ymwBBGmr7qajxkEXU1gKVSENR54XN0-7AMelo8tygepHxl1DFvZffFEDUutzVLMAJN-4agtLQ4aJ-23-OEqC075rK77jk5EQEX2A4n/s1600-h/gse_multipart38145.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlR6uV5iQYvbKGCYz0fWd3GCu7z9ujb6ymwBBGmr7qajxkEXU1gKVSENR54XN0-7AMelo8tygepHxl1DFvZffFEDUutzVLMAJN-4agtLQ4aJ-23-OEqC075rK77jk5EQEX2A4n/s320/gse_multipart38145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070894578680452562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Lo and behold, he is an artist par excellance!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">His works are very, very shall I say "holier than thou," for it evicts a sense of peace and calm.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">His subject is more of the Bible events and personalities and from his work, well, one can only be inspired. Like how I got inspired.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />This weekend, a box under my bed that has been collecting dusts over sometime will be pulled out and inside all art materials from pastels, paint brushes, watercolor tubes, paint papers and other painting</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> paraphelnalias will see the light at last.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Check out his blog, Josh, Me and My Doves and feel the same way I do.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-32975297687186106622007-06-01T08:28:00.000+08:002007-06-02T08:17:12.434+08:00Middle Of The Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDrXQQvF7202uKfWZxydCC8AVTKrn3GXpo74D5Us2yb0D-x3NaCiwq9DmNqtVbMCpK24bk7EGA0Jc25d837G27kfLyBpHWTOR7q0KEd3oxD8yCvKyLmfRTThXwjluBfroSUJN/s1600-h/cls-oceancalls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDrXQQvF7202uKfWZxydCC8AVTKrn3GXpo74D5Us2yb0D-x3NaCiwq9DmNqtVbMCpK24bk7EGA0Jc25d837G27kfLyBpHWTOR7q0KEd3oxD8yCvKyLmfRTThXwjluBfroSUJN/s320/cls-oceancalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070890519936357810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's June, the middle of the year. How time flies so fast.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A few assessment...what have I accomplished so far?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hmm...let me count.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Umm...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh gosh...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ok...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Visited places I've never been to like Puerto Galera and Boracay<br />Joined a pageant.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Tried to find a new job and hopefully out of the country.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Continue working out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Met new friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Lose more gut.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Slowly turning vegan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Live a healthy lifestyle and cajoling my mom in joining me. (I told her to make her feel and look young, she never resisted, lolz)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoping for a new romance to bloom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What else...hmmm...pretty much that's it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Not that profound, but at least there's something.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-5220550460823356762007-05-25T13:05:00.000+08:002007-07-04T08:24:17.728+08:00A Photo Session 15<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9r3SMykJf4qC1SDxFtpqMLF0a6jKERTVnaQapp2_H5CPSglSZ_4w0M2m8sz35uvRMCRZzMwvwW-bWe3GuLFRRPnbt73Lwet5Bv4LBD4KFBzdQgvjriAqq_FtYIsJ-D9kOo5H6/s1600-h/IMGP3771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9r3SMykJf4qC1SDxFtpqMLF0a6jKERTVnaQapp2_H5CPSglSZ_4w0M2m8sz35uvRMCRZzMwvwW-bWe3GuLFRRPnbt73Lwet5Bv4LBD4KFBzdQgvjriAqq_FtYIsJ-D9kOo5H6/s320/IMGP3771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068362424876520866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVwJz4TYqll4T1RoU11k8F_T11N6LsFnze_1DEsxq813EKtIi67RaQO3TyyMi0_ucrAq_ZeT9UsJkVjnI5HR_LHnOadpdDdf42sDjS2wzNUTItNwAUXdahQLbEvaYLKSat_nE/s1600-h/IMGP3699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyIwRTL0dkFjFri3e4KQZatIqwr_S2d4YVIoedtxg5qbZONWinBJN2ZKd_0T5XXmMXYCejSNB95ddA49NAibNFLzSFCvrXt2qKtISBjl92Ib84wzLG5jEQQ6OGS-AY-SjQ7Dh/s320/IMGP3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068361862235805042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBGCq_pYdPdGQctz8ngDlT3GDXzfmPhWzjFEqWP6ktFZpOKZnb5jWsdqqAhDppiN6L-rcNtXbwGGM1diAA7bGYa51NrT8JLV-VDiVJ6De9FWwUysqlKM__1V0Bx9Cq5VPLBVk/s1600-h/IMGP3585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBGCq_pYdPdGQctz8ngDlT3GDXzfmPhWzjFEqWP6ktFZpOKZnb5jWsdqqAhDppiN6L-rcNtXbwGGM1diAA7bGYa51NrT8JLV-VDiVJ6De9FWwUysqlKM__1V0Bx9Cq5VPLBVk/s320/IMGP3585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068361759156589922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">photography by Jay Plogman</span></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-81402773811610437672007-05-25T12:42:00.000+08:002007-05-25T13:01:31.565+08:00Paris Hilton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNzucvZ0qUwOM6KLi0eWA21tpDciYx9ar9qIqjwOPfl20rM1hiF-JkAYsxEOtG5xGVvS2N4urrfAX3qkFfQCaMzDC7I1HthYMf7cKMiNgXODb1KOPB-totkCeg0kLP4OtNz0y/s1600-h/starsareblindpromos1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNzucvZ0qUwOM6KLi0eWA21tpDciYx9ar9qIqjwOPfl20rM1hiF-JkAYsxEOtG5xGVvS2N4urrfAX3qkFfQCaMzDC7I1HthYMf7cKMiNgXODb1KOPB-totkCeg0kLP4OtNz0y/s320/starsareblindpromos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068358112729355570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I never really got interested with Paris Hilton. Though beautiful and rich that she is.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">She really can do anything she wants in all craziness and all. The most talked about and photographed person in the U.S. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />But lately the news turned around for her, instead of the usual antics that she does, she is now facing jail because of driving under the influence of alcohol and an expired license.<br /><br />Well, it just shows that money can't buy everything even freedom.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But what got me interested was her venture into singing and her music which I guess the GREATEST THING SHE DID, in my opinion. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I like the songs "Nothing In This World" and "Stars Are Blind." Not only because of their catchy lyrics which is quite good, the melody was a-OK. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I always listen to the music in my IPOD and sometimes I get to dance to the beat.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It goes also to say that there are always good the comes out of bad situation, or person for that matter.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki2M3-2W-cQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki2M3-2W-cQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-6038895105705825192007-05-21T09:49:00.001+08:002007-07-04T08:25:07.801+08:00A Photo Session 14<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRlXV7_pfa7e4_6JXr3fDCna4r4cF77DIr4bshHkPD4AjNthluELstcIRWIsafNEymH7H73ws23sEuRZFeAjOhmeVCq2oHc3ORE6_HEusOgwYNc-02fdWWfa5VRc7-X1I1gTM/s1600-h/IMGP3853.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsWuAKhtwWUq9dcJM1GGeYQMmuVxlwgbrDAjxUNhs80Sjbim-4maAiWdnPMgJZT29Vzk_rMCJ0Tg9o8o1LmCh6xhBVbfh9Qou74-6UYikGfZZYsax5VGvjvQ8_-ezThEc0HBS/s320/IMGP3901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066825676988077314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXoJ66cFBLAdgF8UMbYHLBzsOf2mYUOVk0FYACtemMxwTnIO4O06g7pBOx8IEm2QBCo3csMQx9DQJ8AihRCBdxu8eTZGFNixi4i0HAEIK4YTjXN8WdaZ7uG5OwVrKVX-2bCDD/s1600-h/IMGP3772.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXoJ66cFBLAdgF8UMbYHLBzsOf2mYUOVk0FYACtemMxwTnIO4O06g7pBOx8IEm2QBCo3csMQx9DQJ8AihRCBdxu8eTZGFNixi4i0HAEIK4YTjXN8WdaZ7uG5OwVrKVX-2bCDD/s320/IMGP3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066825586793764082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-J1jd82Cgg48k4MK01I2AFBlmIMqrf6q-SksFzMdDsnPplZhMqla8Xa_B8ZA3AiEAZpMGBLWA0GNukQ3iHvkFj6fFPeRzB1sEiZ5vnGXf1RmPQSMMAhYcPUQB6FpkKh7K4EWD/s1600-h/IMGP3588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-J1jd82Cgg48k4MK01I2AFBlmIMqrf6q-SksFzMdDsnPplZhMqla8Xa_B8ZA3AiEAZpMGBLWA0GNukQ3iHvkFj6fFPeRzB1sEiZ5vnGXf1RmPQSMMAhYcPUQB6FpkKh7K4EWD/s320/IMGP3588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066825350570562786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaqtUOleiTniLWisXs47ClStQm1Ww-cgrdpblQxb2_PUFIdOgbAAzjPDnxrxV4fC2eRcANYX27YX6o-aYncbDj_xDVGL2iobhUXZxyOBcjr6IMFhdkF8KCECXYbLgPpYKgXQ9/s1600-h/IMGP3552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaqtUOleiTniLWisXs47ClStQm1Ww-cgrdpblQxb2_PUFIdOgbAAzjPDnxrxV4fC2eRcANYX27YX6o-aYncbDj_xDVGL2iobhUXZxyOBcjr6IMFhdkF8KCECXYbLgPpYKgXQ9/s320/IMGP3552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066825251786314962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">photography by Jay Plogman</span></span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-34460820405262326212007-05-17T13:54:00.001+08:002007-05-19T08:35:49.057+08:00Pinoy Gay Blogs<span style="font-family:arial;">I recently requested to be included in the Pinoy Gay Blogs roll.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hopefully they approve. It will be a good thing for I can be visited by other gay bloggers and fellow Pinoys at that. Isn't that neat?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Check Pinoy Gay Blogs and there are a lot of interesting things there:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">http://pinoygayblogs.com/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and enjoy!</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-989218135860865612007-05-16T15:53:00.000+08:002007-05-16T16:15:05.876+08:00St. Aelred of Rievaulx<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHqg7I1XdlY1Xn1XIOT39Jiq8_20crX0s10BHBJp58bTGs_fIIIOqWnbXKEGYHrPI-AiP3ry8XAv0U4-8SbzOctAL-IPd8TLIaRqPlSx9pcYySsWxrIKayg8Y3AIOB52XW79N/s1600-h/aelred.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHqg7I1XdlY1Xn1XIOT39Jiq8_20crX0s10BHBJp58bTGs_fIIIOqWnbXKEGYHrPI-AiP3ry8XAv0U4-8SbzOctAL-IPd8TLIaRqPlSx9pcYySsWxrIKayg8Y3AIOB52XW79N/s320/aelred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065066277995009186" border="0" /></a><br /><p face="arial"><b>St. Aelred on the Need for Intimate Companionship</b> </p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">"It is no small consolation in this life to have someone you can unite with you in an intimate affection and the embrace of a holy love, someone in whom your spirit can rest, to whom you can pour out your soul, to whose pleasant exchanges, as to soothing songs, you can fly in sorrow... with whose spiritual kisses, as with remedial salves, you may draw out all the weariness of your restless anxieties. A man who can shed tears with you in your worries, be happy with you when things go well, search out with you the answers to your problems, whom with the ties of charity you can lead into the depths of your heart; ... where the sweetness of the Spirit flows between you, where you so join yourself and cleave to him that soul mingles with soul and two become one."</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">St. Aelred was supposedly the patron saint of gay men and women.</span></span><i><br /></i></span> </p>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-21841691717400592022007-05-16T10:22:00.000+08:002007-05-16T16:15:22.382+08:00The Guardian Angel Of Service<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZQPQXB5LLP2qP96tYnqnV6CUdqqWxhTXZ10ROW-N6LNzF0XVAxwosOTDDfq7FqD9tMmckMytRxtQUBfQSz8DGHNiw0gNQoC19xq38jSA2CQwSHzE9rjdzKuH0CQ_G5rmviRl/s1600-h/The+Guardian+Angel+of+Service.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZQPQXB5LLP2qP96tYnqnV6CUdqqWxhTXZ10ROW-N6LNzF0XVAxwosOTDDfq7FqD9tMmckMytRxtQUBfQSz8DGHNiw0gNQoC19xq38jSA2CQwSHzE9rjdzKuH0CQ_G5rmviRl/s320/The+Guardian+Angel+of+Service.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064978742266549378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The Guardian Angel Of Service, I am not in the mood to finish work today. I don't know, maybe because I keep doing the same things everyday, six days a week for the last six years.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But this angel told me to go on, do whatever it is I supposed to do. That this job is still the best job for me, for now anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Though my feeling that I had given all my best, my talents, my energy, my all to this job, and it seemed I cannot give more, still I had to go on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Until the time comes, maybe and hopefully soon another opportunity might come.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dear God, show me the way.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-104544018056179802007-05-16T09:18:00.000+08:002007-05-16T16:14:32.786+08:00Ghost Whisperer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUM6oG7qkq0fzDRAKsPVjau5Z9_vL7tmHVmN6E4b5Rn81_pwLO1nQlddurhF-n5tj-vxKX2l1nccXEsI4gFUroVrajftrwsZ6475RiRICdQtYx4Z_gc3QkCpOInvD7CRupPLja/s1600-h/13627_lrg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUM6oG7qkq0fzDRAKsPVjau5Z9_vL7tmHVmN6E4b5Rn81_pwLO1nQlddurhF-n5tj-vxKX2l1nccXEsI4gFUroVrajftrwsZ6475RiRICdQtYx4Z_gc3QkCpOInvD7CRupPLja/s320/13627_lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064970757922346082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am really in the mood for DVD marathon lately, after viewing 9 episodes of Supernatural season 2, I went on with Jennifer Love Hewitt's Ghost Whisperer.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Melinda Gordon (Jennifer) is a young wife who has this gift of seeing spirits of people who died but not yet crossed over. She helped </span><span style="font-family:arial;">these spirits finished their "unfinished" business so that both the spirit and the people they left behind could go on.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">The series touches a lot of emotions, I for one can't help shed a tear or two.<br /><br />I can only recall my father who died 8 years ago and I wonder whether he is at peace now.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Though I certainly believe he is, but I still get to have this feeling that he is around (which I wish) for there are a lot of things I would like to tell him.<br /><br />You see, my father and I had this wall between us. That no matter how he breaks them, I keep on building it. It was the ONLY REGRET in my life. I didn't have the chance to tell him HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM and HOW PROUD I AM THAT I AM HIS SON.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />He was a</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> policeman, a good one at that. Honorable, kind, yet stern. Loving, yet strict.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I was a rebel, always doing things that I believe was right and which was totally against his belief.<br /><br />That was our conflict.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">But everything was replaced with missing and longing when he was gone. I miss his presence. I miss making coffee for him and fetching the morning paper. I miss him coming home late at night with "pasalubong" at hand and he would wake up everybody and we would share it. I miss our arguements. I miss him so much.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I long for his words of wisdom. I long for his embrace. It is his birthday on Friday, May 18. He would be 59, I think.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I can't forget the last time we had a moment. He is kind of tipsy from a drinking session with his friends at our garage in our house in Tondo. He went inside for the restroom, but before going to the restroom, he has to pass by the living room where I was watching TV. He stopped in the middle of the room and called me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Jon, anak." smiling at me.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />"Po."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">"Lika nga rito, halika dito." he said.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I stood up, kinda irritated cause I am watching a favorite show. I approached him.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">When I was about a foot away from him, he raised his arms and put his hands over my shoulders.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Anak, ang laki-laki mo na. Parang kailan lang. Ang bilis ng panahon."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I just smiled.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Then he hugged me tight. Kissed </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpgJ8AQHp23px5d3yDnXg6Nm6TLZMpXYCyJZvQzShyNbWKFd7NrfHrz6wiMK3RUbg9ki8v3BK_fyEtX_Pt7i5fa-QdkJWC8pypfss0y9VvY87N5ywcfB0yO99Tbj8uRagMOoS/s1600-h/14_ghostwhisperer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpgJ8AQHp23px5d3yDnXg6Nm6TLZMpXYCyJZvQzShyNbWKFd7NrfHrz6wiMK3RUbg9ki8v3BK_fyEtX_Pt7i5fa-QdkJWC8pypfss0y9VvY87N5ywcfB0yO99Tbj8uRagMOoS/s320/14_ghostwhisperer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064971234663715954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">my forehead.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Lam mo ba, ikaw ang panganay ko? Ikaw ang kaganapan ng aking pagkatao. Yung mga kapatid mo? Dumating na lang yan para may makasama ka. Pero ikaw ang bumuo sa aking pagkatao."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">He hugged me again and let me go.<br /><br />He then smiled at me and went to the restroom.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I was left there standing for a while, waiting for it to sink in. But it did not. I fought it. I went back to watching my favorite show.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />A few weeks later. He died.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />We had that moment. I let it pass by. I still cry when I recall that moment. That was the last time felt his warmth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If only I knew a Melinda who could see spirits, I would give anything just to have another chance to talk with my father, for I would really like to let him know how I love him.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />They say, we can only know the worth of a person when that person is gone and I learned that one should never let a moment pass by without letting them know how much they meant to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The Ghost Whisperer tackle these issues, and Melissa connects people and spirits for the last time before letting healing comes in. I do would like to know if he really is happy now and at peace. I can only wait for a clue.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">It is only then that I can really let go.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-35891540433532472952007-05-15T14:42:00.000+08:002007-05-15T15:00:35.721+08:00Supernatural<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLeGF3zS4eyHgMIpli4occwT-vf5rbtB9AXF4jReMFECD2ClX6Wb54yb3SkdpVeYu7wego_9qyp85ZqFel6hAcVrhfFutecUs0h2Czkj0NppQipweOkx1eGec8nKlP77QiHUd/s1600-h/normal_supernaturalshadowad1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLeGF3zS4eyHgMIpli4occwT-vf5rbtB9AXF4jReMFECD2ClX6Wb54yb3SkdpVeYu7wego_9qyp85ZqFel6hAcVrhfFutecUs0h2Czkj0NppQipweOkx1eGec8nKlP77QiHUd/s320/normal_supernaturalshadowad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064677828032740706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've always been a fan of the supernatural, ghosts, elementals, and of the beyond.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">This fascination was brought about by experiences that happen once in while that has something to do with the paranormal.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I've seen a ghost, an elemental, I felt a presence, I sort of predict something that is yet to happen and it did happen, I read cards, I felt a connection towards certain people.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />But I often disregard such experiences for deep inside me, I get scared.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">As much as I want to get "attuned" by nerves get to me first.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I believe in God the Creator, but I also believe in these things.<br /><br />My belief is that these things are part of us, and part of the so called divine design.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Our paranormal capabilities are part of us, each of us has this. Sometimes they are called, concience, gut feeling, a goosebump, or more likely a hunch.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">But these are real.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I am a fan of a TV series called SUPERNATURAL, about two brothers who are searching for their father and their only clue is their father's journal that was left to them. The journal contains all there is, facts and</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD3Aux-rqYytEhLvoLsVHsIeZEEsISTi7TbEdmKXCq19HDH669GC8R4941ZYqafsFr2UUAChweRH-O0Cb7xaBqF3GcJPWdHr5yLCgWZqeS9VLhlVybUV3y26uL5-X4wdl265J/s1600-h/normal_SPromoPic05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD3Aux-rqYytEhLvoLsVHsIeZEEsISTi7TbEdmKXCq19HDH669GC8R4941ZYqafsFr2UUAChweRH-O0Cb7xaBqF3GcJPWdHr5yLCgWZqeS9VLhlVybUV3y26uL5-X4wdl265J/s320/normal_SPromoPic05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064678622601690482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> knowledge about every ghostly thing and monster encountered in myth and legends but nevertheless was real enough to kill innocent victims. As they progress in following each clue of their father's whereabouts, they encountered and vanquish each of these devil's creature.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was really a nice series, there are scary moments which surprises at times. Makes you jump off your seat. My nieces watch with me, while they held their pillows and use them to cover their faces when a scary scene is about to happen.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I find it amusing and I realized, there's nothing really to be afraid of. We are scared because we chose to. Or, we don't know anything about something.<br /><br />We get afraid over something that we don't have knowledge of. But once we get to know it, our fear disappears and only understanding remains.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I am now starting my DVD marathon with Season 2 of the series. Here's to the unknown.</span>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32486390.post-50734687335343670862007-05-12T13:53:00.000+08:002007-05-12T14:28:48.093+08:00Enter You<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCThLS8cqw1E9_-9A5jr0qBAuAbAmD76CNlkqmiC6pEnqYG9k0AFwc-ByytV1Nc9RZ_Zha08TSelz11164WQCaCfkaNDzCexyqiOhDoveB6XZq1cpCDy23szNZofWC5n4yhHpR/s1600-h/home_top01.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCThLS8cqw1E9_-9A5jr0qBAuAbAmD76CNlkqmiC6pEnqYG9k0AFwc-ByytV1Nc9RZ_Zha08TSelz11164WQCaCfkaNDzCexyqiOhDoveB6XZq1cpCDy23szNZofWC5n4yhHpR/s320/home_top01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063555810776333618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqv_0Iw8_G30rtd90ufPv2WhL3W2ESho52Ap8VZcuYZhXDU9Ywy-cd6C1lswCeSzKsnzJC15nrD55NBMkhZLTAq5uPniJdL7kSYh2m_UWHeAlCucgN9Vd2Ff7IG2WglUQEJNG/s1600-h/home_01.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqv_0Iw8_G30rtd90ufPv2WhL3W2ESho52Ap8VZcuYZhXDU9Ywy-cd6C1lswCeSzKsnzJC15nrD55NBMkhZLTAq5uPniJdL7kSYh2m_UWHeAlCucgN9Vd2Ff7IG2WglUQEJNG/s320/home_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063556111424044370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglswCavEE8u1WQK1pWjxIp7jOqj4K1O3inj_DQEqLwzfPSj1xE6fn1VbmUCKvV3dGEIyi7dUh7Wb-Ute57m9vz1tcU-0fwKSaGlCI-w3pTPz54N3rAmy_fPBewysamtFaavtUY/s1600-h/home_02.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglswCavEE8u1WQK1pWjxIp7jOqj4K1O3inj_DQEqLwzfPSj1xE6fn1VbmUCKvV3dGEIyi7dUh7Wb-Ute57m9vz1tcU-0fwKSaGlCI-w3pTPz54N3rAmy_fPBewysamtFaavtUY/s320/home_02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063555278200388898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">S<span style="font-family:arial;">aw a movie last night with a </span><span style="font-family:arial;">special someone.<br />In </span><span style="font-family:arial;">the coziness of my </span><span style="font-family:arial;">bedroom, while arm around each other, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">we watch TRICK.<br />A poignant movie about</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> a "trick" or one night stand that developed into something more than expected. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Starring Christian Campbell (Neve Campbell's youngest brother) who </span><span style="font-family:arial;">is so cute as Gabriel and J. Pitoc as Mark, a hunky guy who </span><span style="font-family:arial;">appeared in Six Feet Under.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />A musical songwriter and a go-go boy, by twist of fate met and tried to get on each other's pants. However, as the night went on, they just can't find the "proper" place to do it.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, it includes Tori Spelling as Katherine, of the Beverly 90210 fame, who is an annoying bestfriend (fag hag) to Christian Campbell. There is a song sung by Tori Spelling, supposedly a new composition by Christian Campbell.<br /><br />It is this song that endeared the movie to me, as well as an innocent presentation of a budding first love between the two guys. (Like I am also on the verge of having a new person in my life.)</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">It is catchy and the lyrics are very nice and it's aptly titled ENTER YOU.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">ENTER YOU</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've heard that all the world's a stage</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />And we are only players acting out some predetermined page</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />But it is lonely as can be</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />With nobody opposite me... Then...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Enter you - Voila it's showtime</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />You brought the house down with a dance and a dumb ditty</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Enter you - In less than no time</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />This ugly drama has become pretty</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Up went the curtain,<br />My lines felt wrong</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Intermission seemed so far away</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The plot uncertain,<br />The scenes too long</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Life was like an uninspiring play</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />But now you're here - We meet stage center</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I thought my storyline was through</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Then enter you<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Now you're here - We meet stage center</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I thought my storyline was through</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then from the blue</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Enter you</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Like the song, I met this guy in an unexpected manner and something just sparked along the course of our meeting and here's to hoping.</span><br /></div></div>Carlo Magnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830934212580169407noreply@blogger.com3