<?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-28520401</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:13:13.018-08:00</updated><category term='honor'/><category term='control'/><category term='prophet'/><category term='pharisees'/><category term='john the baptist'/><category term='free'/><category term='vinci'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='stop world hunger'/><category term='community'/><category term='gift'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category term='II'/><category term='people in our lives'/><category term='granted'/><category term='horror'/><category term='war'/><category term='old days'/><category term='mary'/><category term='housemaids'/><category term='values'/><category term='thirsts'/><category term='wealth'/><category term='contended'/><category term='beheaded'/><category term='family'/><category term='anger'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='the'/><category term='living'/><category term='vices'/><category term='protection'/><category term='kids'/><category term='strengthen thy faith'/><category term='lead by example'/><category term='story'/><category term='hunters'/><category term='virtue'/><category term='female'/><category term='beggar'/><category term='peace'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='God'/><category term='lord'/><category term='effect'/><category term='Jesus walking on the water'/><category term='government'/><category term='dream'/><category term='normal'/><category term='new born'/><category term='virgin'/><category term='faith'/><category term='native'/><category term='janitor'/><category term='jamjam'/><category term='save me'/><category term='movie'/><category term='hidden'/><category term='trials'/><category term='disaster'/><category term='feeding the 5000'/><category term='global'/><category term='masterpiece'/><category term='heinous crimes'/><category term='place'/><category term='carry my cross'/><category term='stories'/><category term='visible'/><category term='nude'/><category term='child busy playing'/><category term='biography'/><category term='bright cloud overshadowed them'/><category term='prophets'/><category term='sons'/><category term='start giving'/><category term='trust'/><category term='preacher'/><category term='believe'/><category term='feeding the hunger'/><category term='beach'/><category term='wait'/><category term='anguish'/><category term='prochild'/><category term='birth'/><category term='gold'/><category term='dump'/><category term='trifty'/><category term='criminals'/><category term='contraceptives'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='censorship'/><category term='wonderkid'/><category term='site'/><category term='apparition'/><category term='tranquility'/><category term='green'/><category term='sex'/><category term='pornography'/><category term='poor artists starving artists'/><category term='da'/><category term='videoke'/><category term='girl'/><category term='hugged'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='open'/><category term='warming'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='tradition of the elders'/><category term='curse'/><category term='deepest love'/><category term='patient'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='ecology'/><category term='miracles'/><category term='scenarios'/><category term='Transfiguration of Jesus'/><category term='two fishes'/><category term='care about your soul'/><category term='own house'/><category term='will'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='last'/><category term='rehabilitation'/><category term='supper'/><category term='population'/><category term='miseries'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='capital punishment'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='mount. sinai'/><category term='prosperity'/><category term='world'/><category term='simple'/><category term='do not judege'/><category term='cruel'/><category term='death penalty'/><category term='five loaves'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='god&apos;s'/><category term='vigilant'/><category term='treasures'/><category term='eco- balance'/><category term='life'/><category term='amputated'/><category term='without'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='prolife'/><category term='unexplained'/><category term='house'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='joke'/><category term='leonardo'/><category term='pre- marital'/><category term='little'/><category term='be'/><category term='management'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Art is Like Life - Both are Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>An artist's inspiration for his art is how he preceive life. How beautiful his perception of life reflects on his art. Let this writings be an inspiration to fellow artists as well as people who sometimes have a rough journey in their lives.( Art works of the author are for sale in www.artmajeur.com/jomari )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-6372178745687899212</id><published>2008-08-07T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:33:15.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mount. sinai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child busy playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tranquility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bright cloud overshadowed them'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transfiguration of Jesus'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqyu2DAfGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0SeucnsaBCc/s1600-h/transfiguration+of+jesus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231690434996108386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqyu2DAfGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0SeucnsaBCc/s200/transfiguration+of+jesus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into an high mountain apart,&lt;br /&gt;2And was transfigured before them: and his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as the light.&lt;br /&gt;3And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias talking with him.&lt;br /&gt;4Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.&lt;br /&gt;5While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them: and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him.&lt;br /&gt;6And when the disciples heard it, they fell on their face, and were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;7And Jesus came and touched them, and said, Arise, and be not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;8And when they had lifted up their eyes, they saw no man, save Jesus only.&lt;br /&gt;9And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying, Tell the vision to no man, until the Son of man be risen again from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 17:1-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the old days God speaks to the prophets in mountains or somewhere in seclusions, away from preying eyes. God gave to Moses the commandments in Mount Sinai. He was alone. Remember the times that our child is busy playing and every time we interrupt him to be hugged or kissed he resisted and continues on what he was doing. God is also like that. He thirsts for our presence and love, away from the company of men. Sometimes He shut the doors so that we will be confide to ourselves and will have the time to speak to God. In solitude with God we will loose all earthly desires and find peace and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-6372178745687899212?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6372178745687899212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=6372178745687899212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/6372178745687899212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/6372178745687899212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqyu2DAfGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0SeucnsaBCc/s72-c/transfiguration+of+jesus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-1413779689303194003</id><published>2008-08-07T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:26:57.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vigilant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care about your soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenarios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lead by example'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition of the elders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharisees'/><title type='text'>Lead by Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqxu12N7oI/AAAAAAAAACw/dTEVB6aZHfs/s1600-h/tradition+of+the+elders.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231689335430835842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqxu12N7oI/AAAAAAAAACw/dTEVB6aZHfs/s200/tradition+of+the+elders.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1(&lt;a title="See Crossreference A" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23635Acen-NASB-23635A"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)Then some Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus (&lt;a title="See Crossreference B" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23635Bcen-NASB-23635B"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;)from Jerusalem and said,&lt;br /&gt;2"Why do Your disciples break the tradition of the elders? For they (&lt;a title="See Crossreference C" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23636Ccen-NASB-23636C"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;)do not wash their hands when they eat bread."&lt;br /&gt;3And He answered and said to them, "Why do you yourselves transgress the commandment of God for the sake of your tradition?&lt;br /&gt;4"For God said, '(&lt;a title="See Crossreference D" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23638Dcen-NASB-23638D"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;)HONOR YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER,' and, '(&lt;a title="See Crossreference E" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23638Ecen-NASB-23638E"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;)HE WHO SPEAKS EVIL OF FATHER OR MOTHER IS TO BE PUT TO DEATH.'&lt;br /&gt;5"But you say, 'Whoever says to his father or mother, "Whatever I have that would help you has been given to God,"&lt;br /&gt;6he is not to honor his father or his mother[&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#fen-NASB-23640afen-NASB-23640a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;].' And by this you invalidated the word of God for the sake of your tradition.&lt;br /&gt;7"You hypocrites, rightly did Isaiah prophesy of you: 8'(&lt;a title="See Crossreference F" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23642Fcen-NASB-23642F"&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;)THIS PEOPLE HONORS ME WITH THEIR LIPS, BUT THEIR HEART IS FAR AWAY FROM ME. 9'BUT IN VAIN DO THEY WORSHIP ME, TEACHING AS (&lt;a title="See Crossreference G" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23643Gcen-NASB-23643G"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;)DOCTRINES THE PRECEPTS OF MEN.'"&lt;br /&gt;10After Jesus called the crowd to Him, He said to them, "Hear and understand.&lt;br /&gt;11"(&lt;a title="See Crossreference H" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23645Hcen-NASB-23645H"&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;)It is not what enters into the mouth that defiles the man, but what proceeds out of the mouth, this defiles the man."&lt;br /&gt;12Then the disciples came and said to Him, "Do You know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this statement?"&lt;br /&gt;13But He answered and said, "(&lt;a title="See Crossreference I" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23647Icen-NASB-23647I"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;)Every plant which My heavenly Father did not plant shall be uprooted.&lt;br /&gt;14"Let them alone; (&lt;a title="See Crossreference J" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23648Jcen-NASB-23648J"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;)they are blind guides [&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#fen-NASB-23648bfen-NASB-23648b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]of the blind And (&lt;a title="See Crossreference K" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+15&amp;amp;version=49#cen-NASB-23648Kcen-NASB-23648K"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;)if a blind man guides a blind man, both will fall into a pit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 15: 1- 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to rule is to lead by example. Your actions speak louder than your words. There is this preacher who always teaches about forgiveness and loving thy neighbor, yet when he becomes angry he shouts to people and curse them. An effective way to know if a preacher is true to his words is by examining his life outside the ministry. He teaches about the life of Jesus yet he lives in a life of vices, excessive wealth and hatred to his fellowmen. Be vigilant also to some who doesn’t really care about your soul but only your money. Sometimes it is not miracles that are needed for us to believe but the everyday scenarios that is normal and visible to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-1413779689303194003?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1413779689303194003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=1413779689303194003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/1413779689303194003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/1413779689303194003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/lead-by-example.html' title='Lead by Example'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJqxu12N7oI/AAAAAAAAACw/dTEVB6aZHfs/s72-c/tradition+of+the+elders.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-1269318209954176500</id><published>2008-08-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:08:00.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carry my cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepest love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus walking on the water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strengthen thy faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosperity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anguish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><title type='text'>A Little Prayer for a Little Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnMWU_u15I/AAAAAAAAACo/CJxxSkjSO4Y/s1600-h/walking+on+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231437126132750226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnMWU_u15I/AAAAAAAAACo/CJxxSkjSO4Y/s200/walking+on+water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away.&lt;br /&gt;23And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone.&lt;br /&gt;24But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary.&lt;br /&gt;25And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;26And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear.&lt;br /&gt;27But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;28And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.&lt;br /&gt;29And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;30But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.&lt;br /&gt;31And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?&lt;br /&gt;32And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.&lt;br /&gt;33Then they that were in the ship came and worshipped him, saying, Of a truth thou art the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;34And when they were gone over, they came into the land of Gennesaret.&lt;br /&gt;35And when the men of that place had knowledge of him, they sent out into all that country round about, and brought unto him all that were diseased;&lt;br /&gt;36And besought him that they might only touch the hem of his garment: and as many as touched were made perfectly whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 14:22- 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Little Prayer for a Little faith”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Glory to thy name. Thank you for all the abundance and protections You are giving to thy humble servant. Forgive me for all the sins I have committed. If this is thy will may ask to strengthen more my faith. That I may show you my deepest love unto thee not only in times of happiness and prosperity but also during trials and anguish. Let me willfully carry my cross with cheerfulness and trust unto you Oh Lord. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-1269318209954176500?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1269318209954176500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=1269318209954176500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/1269318209954176500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/1269318209954176500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-prayer-for-little-faith.html' title='A Little Prayer for a Little Faith'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnMWU_u15I/AAAAAAAAACo/CJxxSkjSO4Y/s72-c/walking+on+water.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-2676955894442673219</id><published>2008-08-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:02:05.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding the 5000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding the hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two fishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five loaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop world hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start giving'/><title type='text'>Plentiful Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnK7ZcIGuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZSJoojyMcCE/s1600-h/feeding+of+the+5000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231435563957492450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnK7ZcIGuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZSJoojyMcCE/s200/feeding+of+the+5000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13When Jesus heard of it, he departed thence by ship into a desert place apart: and when the people had heard thereof, they followed him on foot out of the cities.&lt;br /&gt;14And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick.&lt;br /&gt;15And when it was evening, his disciples came to him, saying, This is a desert place, and the time is now past; send the multitude away, that they may go into the villages, and buy themselves victuals.&lt;br /&gt;16But Jesus said unto them, They need not depart; give ye them to eat.&lt;br /&gt;17And they say unto him, We have here but five loaves, and two fishes.&lt;br /&gt;18He said, Bring them hither to me.&lt;br /&gt;19And he commanded the multitude to sit down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his disciples, and the disciples to the multitude.&lt;br /&gt;20And they did all eat, and were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets full.&lt;br /&gt;21And they that had eaten were about five thousand men, beside women and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 14:13-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that the world is very perfect, that every good things in it overflows in abundance. That God created this perfect world for His beloved children. For how many is the population of this world the natural resources will always be sufficient. God will not continue to create human beings if he stopped creating resources for their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it that many are dying of hunger. I know that you could also see what is happening globally. Many have enough but still want more. And those who has less power will have the smallest share of this earth. When is enough and the start of giving? If everything will be shared equally, believe me there will be no hunger. But God wants it to come from us. He wants us to start loving our fellowman, to take care of them and not let them die of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-2676955894442673219?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2676955894442673219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=2676955894442673219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/2676955894442673219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/2676955894442673219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/plentiful-earth.html' title='Plentiful Earth'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SJnK7ZcIGuI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZSJoojyMcCE/s72-c/feeding+of+the+5000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-5144833326619616491</id><published>2008-08-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:44:40.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death penalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heinous crimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not judege'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehabilitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john the baptist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beheaded'/><title type='text'>Death Penalty</title><content type='html'>1At that time Herod the tetrarch heard of the fame of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;   2And said unto his servants, This is John the Baptist; he is risen from the dead; and therefore mighty works do shew forth themselves in him.&lt;br /&gt;   3For Herod had laid hold on John, and bound him, and put him in prison for Herodias' sake, his brother Philip's wife.&lt;br /&gt;   4For John said unto him, It is not lawful for thee to have her.&lt;br /&gt;   5And when he would have put him to death, he feared the multitude, because they counted him as a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;   6But when Herod's birthday was kept, the daughter of Herodias danced before them, and pleased Herod.&lt;br /&gt;   7Whereupon he promised with an oath to give her whatsoever she would ask.&lt;br /&gt;   8And she, being before instructed of her mother, said, Give me here John Baptist's head in a charger.&lt;br /&gt;   9And the king was sorry: nevertheless for the oath's sake, and them which sat with him at meat, he commanded it to be given her.&lt;br /&gt;   10And he sent, and beheaded John in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;   11And his head was brought in a charger, and given to the damsel: and she brought it to her mother.&lt;br /&gt;   12And his disciples came, and took up the body, and buried it, and went and told Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Matthew 14: 1- 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Do not judge so that you will not be judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Matthew 7:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            If man is created from the image of God, a creature created from perfection, then why is it that man sometimes could be very cruel? Are criminals’ products of their own? Do all of their actions and crimes must only be blamed to them? The society itself is the greatest factor in the outcome of the lives of its people. I am not saying that we just let the criminals do their heinous crimes but who we are to decide on the continuance of the life of a person. If we consider crimes as a disease we might think of the criminal as a sick person that needs only to be rehabilitated. If He is threat to society then he must be taken away from the society and not ending his life. Even a person in solitude can create many wonderful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-5144833326619616491?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5144833326619616491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=5144833326619616491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/5144833326619616491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/5144833326619616491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-penalty.html' title='Death Penalty'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-483782396160234525</id><published>2008-08-06T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:40:38.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people in our lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housemaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='native'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janitor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own house'/><title type='text'>Unsung Heroes</title><content type='html'>Jesus came to his native place and taught the people in their synagogue. They were astonished and said, “Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds? Is he not the carpenter’s son? Is not his mother named Mary and his brothers James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas? Are not his sisters all with us? Where did this man get all this? And they took offense of him. But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and his own house.” And he did not work many mighty deeds there because of their lack of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt 13:54- 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us take for granted the not so important people in our lives. Like the janitor who everyday cleans our desk, the security guards who make sure that we are always safe or the housemaids that took care of our home and children when we are away. And many people that that we meet each day and are not that important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vise versa, how many of us feel that we are not important in this world, that we are under paid and under appreciated. We sometimes feel that we are not loved by our family, that we are not appreciated by our parents or spouse. Jesus also encounters these situations. If only the people in his native land saw him as the messiah many miracles could have happened there. A sick child could have not died if only his father believes in Jesus. A blind man could have seen again and continued his work building a bridge so that many people would not have drowned when they crossed the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wants us to believe in every human being whether he or she is important or not. We must love and believe in each other so that miracles will happen in our own lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-483782396160234525?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/483782396160234525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=483782396160234525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/483782396160234525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/483782396160234525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesus-came-to-his-native-place-and.html' title='Unsung Heroes'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-3785504491354919527</id><published>2008-07-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:34:31.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new born'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prolife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre- marital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prochild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='population'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contraceptives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Pro Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SIoiuKKxxwI/AAAAAAAAACI/2-NxlkVPSWk/s1600-h/jamwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227028493915768578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SIoiuKKxxwI/AAAAAAAAACI/2-NxlkVPSWk/s400/jamwindow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh God, why do I always have a problem?” I am also one of those guys who often ask God of his frustrations in life. From the moment my clock alarms I have to wake- up to work even if I did not have a good sleep because of the same work. I have to work to earn money for me and my family. On my way to office I have to tackle the traffic. And it is not just an ordinary traffic here in this country. You have to defend your car and your life from hostile bus drivers. At the office I also have rude bosses and co- employees. I have to finish deadlines and work the whole day that sometimes from seven in the morning to eight in the evening I had only a fifteen minute break. And during my whole day working I also have to think of my family like our unpaid bills, when will be our next grocery or the scheduled check- up and vaccinations of my children, plus how to extend my current money for the next pay day. After office I again have to face the traffic on my way home. And I must and doing it everyday. So what’s the catch? Why am I doing all of these? It is because when I arrived home and parked my car in my garage there is a little girl looking through the window and waiting for me. She is Jamjam, my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of my problems and frustrations in life I always thank God for giving me my children. I am willing to face all the pains and hardship of life just to be with my children. Not a single moment I think of material things in exchange for the life I have now with my children. I believe that I am not the only one who thinks this way. There are people who are richer or poorer than me who love their children and thinks like me. But there are those who will pre- judge the life they will going to have with a child. There are those who will do anything to stop the birth of their own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is always associated with children. There are statistics that concludes that it is better not to let a child be born that be born and live in hunger and poverty, that the country’s population is always hindrance to its growth. It is like its own citizens are the waste that must be disposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is created from the image of God. They are the highest form of living things. Human beings are the greatest natural resource. From the moment a child is born it is natural that he gives immeasurable happiness to an aching mother after the delivery. As he grew old he learns new things and could adopt in any situation easily. Man is the most adoptable living organism on the face of the planet. He could swim in the saltiest sea or climb the highest mountain. He can live in the hottest desert or in the coldest and remotest part of the world. With his remarkable ingenuity he became the master of this planet. Truly Humans are a remarkable piece of work from God. Almost a perfection, second to God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity to realize that this same human beings created by God became the problem of a country that its only solution is to extinguish its population. Like all other natural resources a country must utilize it properly. I never believe that the solution to poverty is to stop the birth of children. If this will be the case, the population is not the problem but the government itself. Whether it is run by incompetent or corrupt officials or the system of government must be looked upon. I believe that children are born as a sign that even man continues to sin God still believes in us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-3785504491354919527?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3785504491354919527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=3785504491354919527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/3785504491354919527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/3785504491354919527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/07/pro-child.html' title='Pro Child'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/SIoiuKKxxwI/AAAAAAAAACI/2-NxlkVPSWk/s72-c/jamwindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-4946366660702064175</id><published>2008-03-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:10:35.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamjam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miseries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Jamjam, the Wonder Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-p-NgINOgI/AAAAAAAAABs/5QyMfag4pss/s1600-h/Oshkosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182093091670931970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-p-NgINOgI/AAAAAAAAABs/5QyMfag4pss/s320/Oshkosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of those days that I am really down. It’s summer in this country but it feels gloomy and rainy. The sky is clear and blue but all I see is haze.&lt;br /&gt;All of my dreams seem impossible to reach. My career just ended and I am near bankruptcy. My friends seems far to reach and everything I do is a failure. Yes, it seems I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;I ask now if this is the punishment for my sins. Why do these things have to happen. Where is God in all of my miseries.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I opened my mail and read a letter from a preacher. He wrote “See Him beside you this whole Wednesday!” Beside me this morning is my daughter Jamjam. She is a healthy wonderful two year old kid. Everyday she shows me new talents. When she was one year old she could sing in the videoke. And every time I look at her I see how beautiful, healthy, wonderful, talented this angel from God is. Truly she is a living proof that God loves me. And this makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember now a story of a guy that when he was young he prayed to God that he’ll be given three sons someday. He asked God that he wants the eldest to be a lawyer so that he could help the poor in their community have justice. The second to be a policeman so that there will be peace and order in their neighborhood. And the youngest to be a professional basketball player because he loves basketball so much. The young man continued to be a good Christian and after years he got married. But instead of three sons he was given three daughters. The eldest became a teacher. The second became a nun and the youngest had a Poliomyelitis. This disabled her from walking but did not stop her in becoming a well known musician.&lt;br /&gt;After years of serving God and having a wonderful and happy life with her wife and three daughters the man past away with natural death or old age. In heaven, God accepted him and embraced him with peace and serenity. But maybe out of curiosity the man asked God why he was given three daughters when he asked for three sons. A teacher instead of a lawyer. A nun instead of a policeman. And a disabled musician instead of a professional basketball player. Then God answered him. I gave you three daughters. The eldest a teacher, to give good education to the young so that they’ll be reliable and competent individuals. The second, a nun so that she’ll help the church in saving lost individuals to find Me, thy God again in their lives. Finally your youngest daughter a musician so that she’ll serenade you with the music of my love all the rest of your life. What I gave you is more than what you are asking.&lt;br /&gt;There is a joke that if you want God to laugh at you tell Him your plans. Many times in our lives we became blind by our ambitions. We must always be reminded that there is nothing sure in this world except the will of God. Let us now start seeing the love of God for us and not our miseries. And you don’t have to look far. “See Him beside you this whole day”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13e0582c4d269884" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13e0582c4d269884%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331362716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46326EA0B34BF9E81132C7E7AF7E0E56A19B5037.4A63EA6ED4DE3FF29F72DBF2FB8F3CFC2915B014%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13e0582c4d269884%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSYZR-IUL0o076WmH4L2shzjJcBs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13e0582c4d269884%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331362716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46326EA0B34BF9E81132C7E7AF7E0E56A19B5037.4A63EA6ED4DE3FF29F72DBF2FB8F3CFC2915B014%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13e0582c4d269884%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSYZR-IUL0o076WmH4L2shzjJcBs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-4946366660702064175?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13e0582c4d269884&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4946366660702064175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=4946366660702064175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/4946366660702064175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/4946366660702064175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/03/jamjam-wonder-kid.html' title='Jamjam, the Wonder Kid'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-p-NgINOgI/AAAAAAAAABs/5QyMfag4pss/s72-c/Oshkosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-8023978014399593893</id><published>2008-03-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:17:59.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Come Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-kzXQINOZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nQiLApKGpXU/s1600-h/comefollowme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181729320825862546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-kzXQINOZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nQiLApKGpXU/s320/comefollowme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream one night that I belong to a dooms day cult. We believe that we had found the exact day and time of the second coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Our cult doesn’t do evil or bad things. The only difference with an ordinary Christian is that we know in our life time the exact day and time of the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;After cleansing our souls and preparing ourselves and families for days we assembled in a field and waited for the exact hour to come.&lt;br /&gt;Till the count down begins. And at the last minute we are crying and shouting our prayers “God, save us”! We are crying heavily. Suddenly a bright light flashes in front of us. Then I saw God. He came in front of me. He holds both of my arms. He shook me and shouted “Calm down! Calm down! I am still your God, the Almighty”&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I realized the answer to my sufferings and prayers. I reflected on my faith and trust in Him. There are moments in our lives that we forgot that there is still God that is above all things. The Almighty God who loves as very much. Who watches over as and protects as from harm. If only we would listen to His shouting love “Don’t be afraid. Come, follow me”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-8023978014399593893?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8023978014399593893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=8023978014399593893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/8023978014399593893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/8023978014399593893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-follow-me.html' title='Come Follow Me'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-kzXQINOZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nQiLApKGpXU/s72-c/comefollowme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-116589937577860760</id><published>2006-12-11T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:03:50.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apparition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>La Purisima Concepcion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6051/3022/1600/136642/LPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6051/3022/320/784911/LPC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans and Filipinos fought with all their might but the Japanese Imperial Air Force crushed Bataan. It was the start of Japanese invasion and colonization in the Philippines during World War II.&lt;br /&gt;The town of Malabon was not spared. Japanese occupied the town and claimed everything. Men are captured and women are forced into white slavery. Homes became their barracks and churches became prisons.&lt;br /&gt;A small church in Malabon with the Immaculate Conception as the patron was one of the converted churches. The icon was dated in the early stages of Christianity in the Philippines and believed to have performed many miracles in the community.&lt;br /&gt;Since majority of the Japanese are non- Christians, they had no beliefs of what so ever in the Christian faith and sad to say also, that they showed no respect to these churches during those times.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day the Japanese soldiers occupied the Parish of the La Purisima Concepcion the community fought back but their bladed weapons are no match with the guns of the Japanese soldiers. Even the parish priest was not spared. After the priest refuses to bowed to the Japanese soldiers he was kicked in his knees, and because of the heavy and tough boots of the soldiers the priest’s bones are crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the church the soldiers urinated and bowelled at the altar. They also make fun of the Immaculate Conception. They picked the nose of the Virgin and laughed about its pointed nose. But an unexpected and unexplained phenomenon happened. Instantly, soldiers who picked nose of the Virgin, their fingers became stiffed and cannot be moved. Physicians cannot find any reason for the paralysis. During the night the soldiers became even more baffled and scared. The serpent at the feet of the Immaculate Conception became alive and bitten the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;Many soldiers died but not one prisoner was harmed. When morning came those soldiers who were still alive told their superiors what they had witnessed The Japanese decided to abandoned the La Purisima Concepcion parish completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-116589937577860760?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116589937577860760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=116589937577860760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/116589937577860760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/116589937577860760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-purisima-concepcion.html' title='La Purisima Concepcion'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-116417012194829166</id><published>2006-11-21T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:01:22.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unexplained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Banga ng Gusi (Pot of Gold Bars)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/1600/bngagusi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/320/bngagusi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great Great Grandfather is Placido Gino who just passed away when I was a toddler. I am his first Great Great Grandson. The stories and ideas of him was just narrated to me by his daughter, Aunt Amada. Grandfather Placido did not have a formal schooling but manages his financial well. He has three fishing boats and manufactures Pineapple weave textiles. He had a hundred employees. His sport was bird hunting. They use blowguns to kill the birds. Together with his two friends they hunt the mountains of Montalban, Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;One season while they were concentrated and busy tracking the birds they lost track of time. They must return to civilization since their supplies are all consumed. They trailed the forest as fast as they could but the night was even faster. Soon darkness and fog blanket the forest.&lt;br /&gt;While trying to trace the trail they found themselves in front of an old nipa hut. You would think that it was abandoned without the small gas lantern lit near the window. They knock and asked for help since they were lost in the forest. The door opened and three beautiful women were inside. They explained their situation and the women gladly accept them to stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;The women are very hospitable. They always kept a warm smile on their face even though they were ready to sleep in their kamison and tapis when my grandfather and his friends disturbed them. After a few conversations the women offered them food. A hot bowl of sopas was served on the table. They were ready to eat the soup and scooped the elbow pastas with the wooden spoon when they were surprised with what they saw. Together with the elbow pastas were little fingers of children. They tried not to panic for fear of the women. They secretly dropped the fingers to the bamboo floor and into the splits the little fingers fell to the soil below. When they were done the women showed them their room to sleep for the night.&lt;br /&gt;They did not sleep but attentively listen to their surroundings. They heard noises like of big roosters clapping their wings. They cautiously and silently went up and searched the hut. Below the hut they found big pots containing gold bars and near it with amazement they saw three pairs of legs from stomach down wearing the tapis worn by the women. They think fast and decided to put salts to the intestines. They know about these creatures from Philippine mythology. They are called Mananangal. An evil being, were from human form transforms by splitting his or her body into two. The upper part had wings and fly to hunt humans for food. The lower part of the body was hidden because they were vulnerable. After scattering the salts all over the intestines my grandfather and his friends hide. Soon the three mananangal returned. They cried after they saw what my grandfather and his friends did to their lower extremities. The women beg them to remove the salts because no matter how they try to land and put back together their bodies they failed. They explained that they have not done them any harm. They told them that when the sun rises and still they are not with their lower bodies they would burn and die. They bargained for anything. Pleasures or treasures, just remove the salts from their intestines. My grandfather and his friends became more afraid since the three female beasts became desperate. If they will not help them they might just kill them too.&lt;br /&gt;They asked the three women to leave them while they remove the salts so that they could also have time to run for their safety. After they removed the salts they ran as fast as they could and never again return to that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-116417012194829166?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116417012194829166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=116417012194829166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/116417012194829166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/116417012194829166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/banga-ng-gusi-pot-of-gold-bars.html' title='Banga ng Gusi (Pot of Gold Bars)'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-115527937162416191</id><published>2006-08-10T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:58:37.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amputated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beggar'/><title type='text'>A Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/1600/savegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/320/savegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I went down the stairs of the Light Rail Transit Line 1 (LRT1), I can’t help it but to cry. It just breaks my heart to see this little girl around six years old without her right arm. She waits patiently for passers to drop coins in her tumbler. Sometimes she reads (I don’t know if she could really read or even went to school.) and sometimes plays her old, dirty and also missing the right arm doll. I don’t know if it’s just incidental. She is not alone in this train station. There are toddlers that if not running and playing are begging for money. One of the babies was being carried by a teenager while begging because the baby has a hydrocephalus. I don’t know if that baby is still alive while I am writing this. And where are their parents? There are adults in the vicinity of the stairs. They are the vendors, beggars or just the people who sits and smoke there all day. Their exact location is in the stairs of Gill Puyat South Bound Station, Light Rail Transit (LRT1), Manila. PHILIPPINES.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find help in the two giant networks in the Philippines namely ABS-CBN and GMA. I thought their programs XXX and Imbestigador could coordinate with DSWD and help this little girl find a new home but a month passed the girl still suffers there in the station. I just want to take her with me and give her a decent meal and home but surely the adults there would react and could harm me.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I saw her again in the staircases of the Gill Puyat train station. She was silent but I could hear her in my heart saying, "don’t give up on me". If I could speak to her I will say, "I promise I will not". After I posted this all over the Internet I will call all the government agencies and private institutions I could find to beg to save this little girl. "If you could save one life you saved the entire world". Just think for a moment if she’s your daughter or sister wouldn’t you cry too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-115527937162416191?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115527937162416191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=115527937162416191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/115527937162416191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/115527937162416191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-girl.html' title='A Little Girl'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-115147013484317787</id><published>2006-06-27T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:56:14.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contended'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Contentment is a Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lKgQINOeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kl52_iAeXl4/s1600-h/boracay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181754764212124130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lKgQINOeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kl52_iAeXl4/s320/boracay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old joke goes like this; A mother went to the beach with her child. She arranged their things and sat on the beach towel. She opened her book and starts to read while her child run into the ocean and swam. After a few hours a big tidal wave rushes to the beach. The mother saw her child engulf by the wave and was gone. Lifeguards and people in the beach tried to save her child. The mother while crying fell in her knees and starts to pray. "Dear God, Please bring my baby back to me." As if a miracle just happened, the same wave came back carrying her child and gently returned it to the beach. The child was a little shaky but was not hurt. The mother hugged her child, wiped her tears and cried out loud "God damned! My child had a hat when we came here!"&lt;br /&gt;I just went from a derma clinic inside a hospital for the elecrocautery of my warts. Beside the derma clinic is a clinic for diabetic patients. A patient just finished her check-up. She was fat and in a wheel chair. Both of her legs were cut off. The patient's companion was called inside. I heard the doctor telling to the companion that if she could not control her blood sugar her wounds would not heal and she might die. I pity her at the same time thankful to God that I only went to the hospital for my warts.&lt;br /&gt;How many times that we presumed our wants as our needs. Many people have their happiness attached to worldly things. They are so attached to this world that they even spend lots of money to take care of their corpses when they died. People just want and want all of his miserable life and finally when he died he never felt true happiness. All of the material possessions are just temporary, it will fade fast and gone.&lt;br /&gt;"What does a man gets when he gains the whole world and yet looses his own soul". It is only normal to people to be ambitious. Ambition is the fuel for the achievements of man. But it must also have a limitation. Ambition must not be for the glory of man but for the glory of God. We must know when to stop ambition and starts contentment. Let us not reach the level of loosing one's soul. Let us be contended when our wants are affecting our happiness. I believe that theoretically man should be happy. The life that God gave him should be enough to make him happy. If that ambition is making one sorrowful do not wait that it does not only take your happiness but also your faith.&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard to be contented in this world. Everywhere you look is a temptation. Most of us are not saints and contentment is a virtue. But as time passes and your dream fail, that is the time to embrace contentment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-115147013484317787?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115147013484317787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=115147013484317787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/115147013484317787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/115147013484317787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/06/contentment-is-virtue.html' title='Contentment is a Virtue'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lKgQINOeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kl52_iAeXl4/s72-c/boracay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114974516032006735</id><published>2006-06-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:52:33.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eco- balance'/><title type='text'>Save Binuangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/1600/Binuan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6051/3022/320/Binuan02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barangay Binuangan is a small island in the province of Obando, Bulacan Philippines. For centuries the community in Binuangan live with peace with nature. Their primary commerce is fishing. The sea surrounding their island is their source of food and income. The bounties of the sea send their children to school. There are also some who was born with artistic talent that instead of fishing they make masterpieces. They use the beauty of their surrounding water as their source of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;They live in peace and prosperity. But now their fishing community is threaten. A nearby town, Navotas has converted their vast land, just boundaries to Binuangan into an open dumpsite. The wastes are coming from major cities in the Philippines. The tons of garbage are being shipped using open barge boats passing the sea of Binuangan. Trash that fell from the barges and the dumpsite floats in the sea. Toxic fumes could be smell from the homes of families living in Binuangan. Dead fishes float in the sea. The impact to their livelihood is tremendous. Fishfence and oyster cultivation is now impossible, specially the oyster which could only grow in exceptional clean water. Just years ago Binuangan was known for oyster cultivation.&lt;br /&gt;People specially children are getting sick. They have bronchitis and skin diseases. Proliferation of flies, cockroaches and mice has also been observed.&lt;br /&gt;The neglect of the government to Binuangan was obvious eversince. Children go to public school during rainy seasons wearing rubber boots because their classrooms were flooded. They tolerate the government's neglect to them for years, but now they cannot endure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The people of Binuangan protested They wrote to the President of the Republic of the Philippines. They even used their fishing boats to barricade the boat barges carrying wastes. The government's action was they send military personels. The presence of military gives an intimidation to the community. Because of the anti- masses action of the government, the community has no resort but to wrote another letter. This time addressed to the National Democratic Front. The armed struggle group of the Philippines. Two months ago the rebellion group raided the military detachment in Binuangan. They disarmed the military and took their communication equipments. Good thing there was no bloodshed. Again, the government reacted to the incident. They sent more troops to the site.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is tension in Binuangan. The peace loving people whose only wealth is the sea and the nature surrounding their community are in constant fear. Afraid of what might kill them first, the bullet or the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine government is pro- environment. Just last month they banned the use of CFC to car aircons. Car owners whose vehicle models are 1998 and prior must convert their CFC aircons to HFC. Ofcourse, the government only did this because of the pressure of the international community. The direct impact of the pollution to the masses has no significance to them.&lt;br /&gt;The survival now of Binuanagan lies in the hands of the international community. To those who have the power, authority or any ways and means. To those who still believe in Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Binuangan Artists Society &lt;a href="http://www.artmajeur.com/binuangan"&gt;www.artmajeur.com/binuangan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a27a26dc3eab5827" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da27a26dc3eab5827%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331362716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695C7E22EC66EC3E6DE48A713A2A63703C0ED91D.371D4A03948A90009716EA77C63141D3BCFE5F70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da27a26dc3eab5827%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DchuWe9B1V9BJ_5I3AIRwKETkzl4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da27a26dc3eab5827%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331362716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695C7E22EC66EC3E6DE48A713A2A63703C0ED91D.371D4A03948A90009716EA77C63141D3BCFE5F70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da27a26dc3eab5827%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DchuWe9B1V9BJ_5I3AIRwKETkzl4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114974516032006735?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a27a26dc3eab5827&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114974516032006735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114974516032006735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114974516032006735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114974516032006735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/06/save-binuangan.html' title='Save Binuangan'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114863308467026125</id><published>2006-05-26T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:13:15.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last'/><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lAnQINOdI/AAAAAAAAABI/JY7m0SqtPow/s1600-h/the+last+supper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743889354930642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lAnQINOdI/AAAAAAAAABI/JY7m0SqtPow/s320/the+last+supper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a good movie the actors and actresses did well. I give it a 7. But it’s just again another movie depicting the imperfection of the church. It is no big secret that the church especially the Roman Catholic is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In history they have killed thousands of people. This includes women and children who were accused of being witches. It changes the lives and beliefs of people whether by hook or crook. They had conquered lands, riches and cultures. The church is truly a grand master for it shaped the course of our history. Before Pope John Paul II died he ask the Catholic Church for forgiveness. For all the things it has done to Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the practices, beliefs and tradition of the Catholic Church was influenced by Emperor Constantine the Great. It was he and his mother who introduces the cross to Christianity. The arguments of most sects are that Constantine is not even a Christian. He was a pagan. He even prosecuted Christians at that time. He was only converted after he dreamed of the cross where Christ was crucified. "In Hoc Signo Vincos". "In This Sign Thou Shalt Conquer". After this miracle thousands of lives were again sacrificed for the benefit of their goal. The conversion of other religion to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci is no doubt a master. His intelligence is advance in his time. A study shows that a person who is genius in certain expertise will also exceed in other field of interest. If the painting masters like Da Vinci, Angelo and Botticelli were given a chance in Medicine, Business Management or Theology they will also succeed. It is called Multiple Intelligence. The antiquity of the documents as the source of information is another area to be considered. Informations that were passed in time are more venerable to errors and misinterpretations. These informations may be affected by the opinions of the people who are translating it. Since Leonardo has lived centuries before us he might have accessed some documents that are no longer existing or completely mistranslated in our time. With regards to his source of information and intelligence let us give him an epistemological privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Supper of Leonardo da Vinci has some interesting features. Why it is that the most important artifact is not present on the table. Is it because that the grail is not a cup but a womb of a woman. It is very interesting to note that from the time of Abraham to the time of Jesus there were no artifacts found. We could find mummies in golden coffins and drawings in caves made by prehistoric man but no Christian artifacts. Where are the tablets containing the commandments of God or the ark that King Solomon dances everytime they parade it. What about the ship where Noah put all the kinds of animals in the world for the survival of the species. In Christ’s time where is his true cross, or his cup if there is one. Are these artifacts really lost in time or just hidden because of their secrets that might scandal the great religions of the world. What powers would they bring if they were found. Does man ready for such powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another feature of The Last Supper was the apostle sitting at the right of Jesus. Why is it that he is the only one wearing the same color of garments as Jesus. His sitting position in the painting is different from the other apostles in fact his and Jesus position will form a grail and if cut his head can exactly rest at the shoulder of Jesus. Is it because that it is not a he but a she. According to the movie it was Mary Magdalene, the possible apostle, wife and mother of the daughter of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who want this movie to be banned. According to them it is Anti- Christ and a direct attack to the Roman Catholic Church. Its real purpose is to destroy one’s Christian faith. But can this movie really affect one’s faith. If it can, then one might just loose that faith for it is worth nothing. I had seen man suffers. It is because of their sufferings that one looses its faith and not because of a movie. A person’s faith to Christ is not based upon facts and theories. It is more out of love. If our faith is all about information gathering then it is like a paper boat in a sea of fire. It will not last to the whipped of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114863308467026125?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114863308467026125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114863308467026125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114863308467026125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114863308467026125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-lAnQINOdI/AAAAAAAAABI/JY7m0SqtPow/s72-c/the+last+supper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114827437359909261</id><published>2006-05-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:04:08.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='censorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterpiece'/><title type='text'>For Art's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k-hgINOcI/AAAAAAAAABA/4MXryw4f2hs/s1600-h/venus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181741591547427266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k-hgINOcI/AAAAAAAAABA/4MXryw4f2hs/s320/venus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freedom of expression has always reached the boundaries of morality. In visual arts it is categorized as pornography by the moralist and subversive by the authoritarian. But how can we distinguish a real art from a crap. Is there such thing as a masterpiece or it just happened that a group of individuals has the same taste. A masterpiece to few and ridicule to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning, man expresses and recorded his ideas in the form of visual. In a later era we could see in Rome the grandeur of the masters. It is breathtaking. In Vatican we could marvel at the painting of Michael Angelo's Creation. It is nude, but is there someone who would say that it must be removed because it is pornography. Then what is the basis for a nude art to be a masterpiece or pornography. Is it the medium. If there was a camera in the time of Boticelli then he might used photography in his masterpiece The Birth of Venus. Most censorship uses the genitals of the human body as the limitation for art and a basis for pornography. Should this be the real filter for pornography. We must also remember that custom, tradition and morality change in time. It is unpleasant in history that we banned a particular nude art that in the future it will be hailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is the freedom of expression. It is every human's right. To judge the art of others is as vital as judging his race, origin and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what it is that makes a nude art a masterpiece or pornography, frankly, I am not sure but I have a few basis of my own. I ask myself how honest is the artist. What is his real motive in creating the art. Is it Humanities or just money. How much effort he put unto it. Does it require extensive studies or planning to create such an art. Can you still consider a man who pissed on the wall and says it's art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography and morality is pushing its boundaries for centuries. As artists we are responsible for our creations. Let's make masterpieces for the glory of mankind and not to his downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114827437359909261?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827437359909261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114827437359909261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827437359909261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827437359909261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-arts-sake.html' title='For Art&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k-hgINOcI/AAAAAAAAABA/4MXryw4f2hs/s72-c/venus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114827427289622955</id><published>2006-05-21T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:49:04.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>A Patient Life</title><content type='html'>One of the things I am proud about Filipinos are their cheerful attitude. In fact Bacolod City, one of the cities in the Philippines has a caption "The Smile City". They're just happy people, considering the fact that the Philippines is having an economic and political turmoil. Are they just being patient, optimistic or joyful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences are those people who are patience are happy people. Not just only being happy but being happy because of their contentment in life. Who are those people who are always angry at so many things. They are always not contented with their income, family or their lover. They always complaint about the traffic, the whether, and the news. They are so angry with their boss, their government and their life. These people are the miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are little irritating things in life, which if combined in a day will make a person explode. How many can still stay cool if been cut in trawitnessed drivers whom when cut chases the culprit and cut him also as revenge. Will you still chase a Beetle who cut you if you are driving a Rolls Royce? Exaggerated, but the fact is those who have much tend to be more forgiving than those who have less in life. Plus being patient will save you from all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contentment is not only for material or financial. It can also be about love, spiritual or emotional. I believe that the true joys in life are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime you're loosing your temper remember the sweet things in your life. Here are some examples: Your daughter's smile everytime you look at her; Your son's belief in you for all the stories you've told him; Your wife's compassion for all the things you've done; A neighbor's hello; A pet dog wagging his tail everytime you arrive; The sweetest cookie baked by your mother; Laughter of your friends; The trust of your father; The sunshine on your face; the cool breeze; There are millions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114827427289622955?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827427289622955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114827427289622955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827427289622955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827427289622955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/patient-life.html' title='A Patient Life'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114827416367813938</id><published>2006-05-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:35:14.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor artists starving artists'/><title type='text'>Binuangan Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k3hgINOaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFe7Dh7BTcs/s1600-h/Ka+Ado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181733894966032802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k3hgINOaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFe7Dh7BTcs/s320/Ka+Ado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love art ever since I was a child. But for the reason of monetary I graduated college with an accountancy degree. Now in the field of business it supports me, my family and my art enthusiasm. I still continue to do art because I believe it is my calling but I cannot leave my day job for it supports me well financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing extra ordinary about my situation. This is not about my story. I just want to share the lives of the artists who live in Binuangan, a small fishery community in the Philippines. Not all the folks there are fishermen. There are those who earn a living being an artist. Even thou being a professional artist gave them minimal financial support they continued what they believe- Their art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them cannot afford a decent home for them and their family. There are times they have to loan just to buy food for the day. And yet they still hold to their art and not venture to other work. One artist told me his hands were designed by God to hold brush and not nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute you my fellow artists in Binuangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114827416367813938?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827416367813938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114827416367813938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827416367813938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827416367813938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/binuangan-artists.html' title='Binuangan Artists'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k3hgINOaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFe7Dh7BTcs/s72-c/Ka+Ado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114827397698933586</id><published>2006-05-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:50:47.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Artist's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k5ywINObI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TdtMJo0Kk9A/s1600-h/Flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181736390342031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k5ywINObI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TdtMJo0Kk9A/s320/Flower3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the gifts God gave to man the finest is his free will. Second to life itself. It is the essence of man. It is what separates man from all the other creatures of God. By ones choice or action he is judged if he is worthy to be called the man created by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child of free will is art. It is man's self-expression. It is synonymous to freedom of expression. Every art is unique since every man is unique. How man perceives art is also unique as how man perceives beauty. As how man perceive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is like life. It all depends to the person's perception. Truly beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The gauge of how beautiful life is, depends uniquely to every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor of mine once walked in the streets of Manila during summer. It is very hot, humid and dusty. He noticed a very old beggar asking for coins to the passers while bathing to the heat of the sun all day. Beside the beggar was a newspaper stand. One tabloid headline reads 'Young Matinee Idol Commits Suicide." My professor stops for awhile and asks himself how could this young man kill himself when he has everything. Money, women, good looks, popularity, youthfulness, what more could he ask for. While this old beggar is still striving for a few coins. Why not just threw himself to the vehicles speeding in front of him. Like my professor, my conclusion too is that it's all a matter of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like life the beauty of art depends solely to the individual. It is how man perceives art that makes it beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who believe that they found the beauty in life. Let as show that beauty to the world. Let as show our art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114827397698933586?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827397698933586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114827397698933586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827397698933586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827397698933586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/artists-philosophy.html' title='Artist&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-k5ywINObI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TdtMJo0Kk9A/s72-c/Flower3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28520401.post-114827384585901260</id><published>2006-05-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:33:48.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'>Artist's Biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-oKRQINOfI/AAAAAAAAABg/APzp2qskDRg/s1600-h/IC1S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181965612746619378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-oKRQINOfI/AAAAAAAAABg/APzp2qskDRg/s320/IC1S.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jose Mari Montesa or Jo Mari is a Visual Artist by talent. He has Masters Degree in Business Administration, Accountancy is his profession and currently working in a bank. But his heart really belongs to the Art world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his boyhood he joined many art contests in different mediums. He has informal trainings in Painting, Technical Drawing and Photography. Also, a student and a believer of Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Mari is also into Photography. He joined competitions both local and international. Some of his Photographic works are now in the hands of private collectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the artist is concentrated in painting. Specifically Oil painting on canvas. He hopes that he will be known for this medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of his paintings are influenced by the rich culture and tradition in the Philippines. For example his series of Immaculate Concepcion oil paintings are inspired by the dark wood used in the icons of the Virgin Mary centuries ago when Spain brought Christianity to the Philippines. This type of wood are used to make the skin complexion of the Virgin similar to Asian or a Filipina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Mari have also done Landscapes, Still Life and Abstract paintings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28520401-114827384585901260?l=jomarimontesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827384585901260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28520401&amp;postID=114827384585901260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827384585901260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28520401/posts/default/114827384585901260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jomarimontesa.blogspot.com/2006/05/artists-biography.html' title='Artist&apos;s Biography'/><author><name>Jo Mari Montesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295427650799727109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R95oQ49z24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hgc8xd7Iut4/S220/MyphotoL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Em0QfVrQk8s/R-oKRQINOfI/AAAAAAAAABg/APzp2qskDRg/s72-c/IC1S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
