<?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-6037788413053895491</id><updated>2012-01-07T17:16:26.271+08:00</updated><category term='Column'/><title type='text'>For you I STUDY, For You I WORK, For you I LIVE, For You I am Ready even to give my LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-7537609627891127615</id><published>2011-11-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:50:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of our labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Last August Renan and I were assigned in the vegetable garden for our work. we wanted to have a fruitful garden and so we decided to plants vegetables. after all it is called a "VEGETABLE GARDEN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After three months of hard work, we now see its fruits(as in the fruits of what we planted).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfvzHgjKYq8/Tq9QHXK5GWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TA9_O9rprJU/s1600/DSC_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfvzHgjKYq8/Tq9QHXK5GWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TA9_O9rprJU/s320/DSC_1122.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;The vegetable garden (3 months after)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEf_gpaH-Y4/Tq9VemIzb9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q9MR8IutTHA/s1600/DSC_1117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEf_gpaH-Y4/Tq9VemIzb9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q9MR8IutTHA/s320/DSC_1117.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ampalaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PW0GIMnbMSw/Tq9WfbXmU0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/mmAcuG32pvY/s1600/DSC_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PW0GIMnbMSw/Tq9WfbXmU0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/mmAcuG32pvY/s320/DSC_1118.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese Kangkong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnJYy_Nvg78/Tq9X0ys3FrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GDgF2CA9OlU/s1600/DSC_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnJYy_Nvg78/Tq9X0ys3FrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GDgF2CA9OlU/s320/DSC_1119.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;String Beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3EsV7wEQHk/Tq9ZlJk2p5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/zEtaWRHAM8A/s1600/DSC_1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3EsV7wEQHk/Tq9ZlJk2p5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/zEtaWRHAM8A/s320/DSC_1120.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;String Beans (1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB0EDW-J0FY/Tq9a-2VFafI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Gs2d38kmb1E/s1600/DSC_1121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB0EDW-J0FY/Tq9a-2VFafI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Gs2d38kmb1E/s320/DSC_1121.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ampalaya and Patola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kKqsu_v_Q/Tq9ekDXIM0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/l-asO_EPCHo/s1600/DSC_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kKqsu_v_Q/Tq9ekDXIM0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/l-asO_EPCHo/s320/DSC_1129.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Flower (Patola)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhhNFytMRpY/Tq9fgeAHqDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EgPBkcQegs4/s1600/DSC_1130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhhNFytMRpY/Tq9fgeAHqDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EgPBkcQegs4/s320/DSC_1130.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Okra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfU9gMgGwJg/Tq9gLjSL-uI/AAAAAAAAAac/VHm90pzUB0o/s1600/DSC_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfU9gMgGwJg/Tq9gLjSL-uI/AAAAAAAAAac/VHm90pzUB0o/s320/DSC_1132.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Patola Leaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ_DkegqmHY/Tq9hWz9Z0bI/AAAAAAAAAak/1B1Atjwg3qI/s1600/DSC_1134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ_DkegqmHY/Tq9hWz9Z0bI/AAAAAAAAAak/1B1Atjwg3qI/s320/DSC_1134.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ampalaya and Patola Plantation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMaVwwrb_8c/Tq9iHNip9cI/AAAAAAAAAas/5f0SStz4LtA/s1600/DSC_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMaVwwrb_8c/Tq9iHNip9cI/AAAAAAAAAas/5f0SStz4LtA/s320/DSC_1135.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Okra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lixfm4vRRfw/Tq9nKjXcr2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/9LjkZtWzr4g/s320/DSC_1143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Honeydew Melon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE4d9_IIIQY/Tq9lcicZNZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8YNCsxSwQSc/s1600/DSC_1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE4d9_IIIQY/Tq9lcicZNZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8YNCsxSwQSc/s320/DSC_1141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfvzHgjKYq8/Tq9QHXK5GWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TA9_O9rprJU/s72-c/DSC_1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-815819644879472365</id><published>2011-11-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:01:20.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obey...</title><content type='html'>I was finishing my research paper on Obedience when one of my companions shared this quote from Don Bosco about Obedience:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div class="pitsmallbody"&gt;"Your obedience must have no limits. Even if your superior is at fault, Obey and hold your peace. Come to me later and I shall uphold your rights and give each one his due. Obey and do not criticize orders."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pitsmallbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pitsmalltitle"&gt;- Don Bosco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pitsmalltitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pitsmalltitle"&gt;What an inspiring quote from Don Bosco. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-815819644879472365?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/815819644879472365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=815819644879472365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/815819644879472365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/815819644879472365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/11/obey.html' title='Obey...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-6267110589541415963</id><published>2011-10-31T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:55:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ODiFp9RvDA/Tq4M0SB-pTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pLDAAc3wH8A/s1600/DSC_0441.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ODiFp9RvDA/Tq4M0SB-pTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pLDAAc3wH8A/s400/DSC_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669483073238902066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picture with Bishop Jose Palma during our audience with the local ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-6267110589541415963?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/6267110589541415963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=6267110589541415963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/6267110589541415963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/6267110589541415963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/10/memorable-experience.html' title='Memorable Experience'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ODiFp9RvDA/Tq4M0SB-pTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pLDAAc3wH8A/s72-c/DSC_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-751213118515832401</id><published>2011-10-19T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:33:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has a PURPOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETqEdGCU2lI/Tp6nE2hOHZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pk-wnSJCYq0/s1600/purpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665149083074829714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETqEdGCU2lI/Tp6nE2hOHZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pk-wnSJCYq0/s320/purpose.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 199px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are certain things that are happening around us that we cannot really explain. We tend to see everything as if it is ok but everything is just a cover-up. We then ask why are these things happening? Is there a purpose in all these? There is a purpose for everything but we cannot see it immediately. We have to look at it in the eyes of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember a story that was once told by a Salesian. In a village, the people prayed for rain and on the day for the prayer only one boy brought an umbrella with him. That is what we call FAITH. When a baby is thrown in the air he smiles because he knows that someone will catch him. That is what we call TRUST. When we sleep in the evening, we are not certain whether we will still wake up in the morning and yet we plan our activities for the following day. That is what we call HOPE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some of the things that happening to us may not be to our liking but God allow these things to happen for a purpose. Yes, a purpose. We may not see it now but in due time. I invite you to put your trust in God and always remember that life without God leads to emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-751213118515832401?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/751213118515832401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=751213118515832401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/751213118515832401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/751213118515832401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/10/everything-has-purpose.html' title='Everything has a PURPOSE'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETqEdGCU2lI/Tp6nE2hOHZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pk-wnSJCYq0/s72-c/purpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-5387586017773606865</id><published>2011-06-30T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:19:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Life of Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Humans tend to worry a lot. We would worry about what to wear the next day. Will we have food on our table tomorrow? Will we wake up to a new day after tonight? The worry list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I too am a natural worrier, but for the nine years that I was inside the seminary I cannot deny the fact that I did not worry much. I didn’t have to think about where to eat or what jeepney to ride going to school; it was all provided for. Of course there were things that did bother me like passing all my subjects or if I was going to graduate. But looking at this on a higher level, I believe that with the faith I have in God, I don’t have to worry about the future either. I am now here in the novitiate and I continue to trust in God’s will for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in"&gt;I can compare faith to a person eating in a restaurant, enjoying his meal. This person eats something that was prepared by a person whom he doesn’t know or hasn’t even met before. For all he knows, he could die from something in the food. In our life, God is the cook and we are the costumers, we eat at the banquet that He prepares for us and we eat whatever is served and would always find it delicious. For me, faith is believing in someone or something that we don’t see. We don’t see God but we are convinced that He is there to guide and to bring us to the right path.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;            To have Faith is to be sure of the thing that we hope for, to be certain of the things we cannot see”&lt;/i&gt; (Hebr. 11:1). The Handbook of Religious Life bluntly puts it this way because we sometimes would believe immediately in things or persons. When we watch commercials, the usual tendency is to believe the effect of a particular product and we would be drawn to buy it. In our day to day living, we easily believe a person who sounds very convincing. In the book, it is mentioned that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;man is born to believe, belief gives us the courage to rest confidently on the infinite chest of a most fatherly love. &lt;/i&gt;We are indeed born to believe. When we sleep in the evening we believe that we are to wake up the following day. We believe that God will provide for us what we need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;              I had a recent experience in my life that is connected to faith. Last September 27, 2010, seven of us (my batchmates) took the Licensure Exam for Teachers (LET) in Manila. The exam was exhausting and it really drained me because it was a whole day exam. Months later, the results came out and I was quite hesitant to look at the result because I was afraid not to find my name on the list. Indeed, I did not find my name; in short, I did not pass the exam. It was the first time in my life that I was not able to sleep and I felt cold the whole night thinking whether the news was true or not, was it just a dream. That morning Fr. Reggie called me and he confirmed to me that I did not pass the Let exams. I thought I was the only one who did not pass but I found out that we were three. I got discouraged and immediately told myself, maybe this is not the life that God wants for me. I kind of blamed God for not giving me the knowledge to pass the exam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;It took me a long time to accept the reality and with the help of my formators, I decided to try again. This time I put my faith in God. I realized that there are things that He allows to happen so that I will learn from it. I took the second exam last April and just last month I saw my name on the list of LET passers. I guess God wanted me to learn something from my experience. I once read in a book, “do we have to let calamities happen before we go back to God?” or “do we need bad things or misfortunes to happen before we turn to him?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;            To have faith in God we must be able to surrender our very self to God and trust in Him. We must believe that God will never fail us and that He is very compassionate to us even though we keep on sinning against His name. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-5387586017773606865?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/5387586017773606865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=5387586017773606865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/5387586017773606865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/5387586017773606865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-reflection.html' title='June Reflection'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2860653148586598581</id><published>2011-06-28T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:09:59.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermonette (7th Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Topic: Simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;June 28, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;It is quite ironic for a person who owns a number of gadgets yet will talk to you about simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Do you notice anything when you look at the cross? (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;points to the cross inside the chapel of DBFC&lt;/i&gt;). It was in May 1, 2006 when Fr. John Cardinal, who was then our principal called me and told me that the other guy who was suppose to be with me in Canlubang backed out just that morning. And so he asked whether I still want to continue. Without the knowledge of my parents I said YES so he asked me to come here to get the requirements I needed to fill-up and to meet Bro. John who is now a priest, the batchmate of Fr. Arvin Abatayo. When I arrived here, I went straight here in the Chapel and I was sitting in one of the pews and I looked at the cross with the question in mind: “Is this what you want from me? Do you want me to go to Canlubang?” While looking at the cross I noticed something. In the abs or the stomach part of Jesus. I saw another face of Christ; I don’t know if the one who made that did it on purpose. While looking at the cross I then I realized that Jesus himself obeyed the will of his father. Why can’t I do the same? After all it is his will not mine for without him I am nothing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt; From these words of Jesus, he is telling us that if we want to follow him we must detach ourselves from the worldly things that are around us. In other words Jesus is challenging us to be simple. Are you willing to detach yourself from earthly things to follow Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Let us look at Don Bosco. He grew up from a poor family and has really nothing just enough for them to stay alive. Don Bosco believed in the divine providence that God gave him. Can you imagine a poor man from Turin was able to build a big Basilica in honor of Mary Help of Christians or start a congregation for the poor and the abandon and we are aspiring to be sons of him one day. Don Bosco was a simple man but he accomplished a lot of things in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;As human as we are, we have the tendency to make our life complicated by acquiring needless things that we can live without. We have worries in life like; what am I to eat tomorrow? Will I still wake up in the morning? Will Manang Lily cook HUMBA on Saturday? And all these things… We become so anxious that we lose focus on what is important and true in this life. In the Gospel of Luke, Jesus said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#020F19"&gt;"Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." Jesus did not worry about what is to happen next because he knew that God would provide what is needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;. How about you, do you also worry what will happen next?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Simplicity is a grace that makes us become like little children. It enables us to know who we really are in front of God, without any masks or pretensions. It is a gift that makes us become single-hearted and single-minded. It enables us to recognize and live the truth. The simpler we become, the more our entire life becomes unified with God’s love and truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Allow me to share to you a story. In a small barangay in the land far far away, there is a young boy who is the only child of the family. Since he is the only child, he is well loved and he is very fortunate to have anything he wants. One day this young boy made a decision that shocked his parents for they were not expecting such a decision. He wants to enter the seminary. His parents did not know what to do but they wanted him to be happy so they permitted him thinking that he will be bored inside the seminary and eventually leave one day. This young boy was ready and willing to give up his treasures in life to follow Christ. Just imagine that young man leaving the comforts of the outside world (he can have night life with his barkada, he can enjoy watching movies in cinemas, all the gadget he wants and etc). Sa bisya pa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mo-ingon ang uban: kinsa nalay mopadayon sa imong apilido dong? Ka sayang… (sayang ba gyud kaha?) I don’t know if Alvin is also asked with the same question knowing that he to is the only child of the family. Back to my story, while inside the seminary and with the help of his formators and Spiritual Director, he was able to clarify his vocation and he gladly answered that call without any regret. That young boy in the story is now enjoying his life with the Salesians and he is the person standing in front of you. Yes, you are looking at him. Nine years ago, I made that decision to enter the seminary. As early as twelve years old I was already inside the seminary. I stayed here in this very campus for four years before this place became the College Seminary. I met great salesians and they inspired me to follow Don Bosco by their examples. The likes of: Fr. Randy, Fr. Nioret who was my rector for four years, Fr. John Cardinal, and Fr. Ronel. Then I went to Canlubang for my College Seminary (why Canlubang and not DBFC, it is another story to tell that is reserve for another occasion but if you want to know you can ask me later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;We may have all the treasures in life but to follow HIM we must be simple. Like what I said earlier, the simpler we become, the more our entire life becomes unified with God’s love and truth. What about you? The challenge is: Are you willing to give up your greatest treasures in life to follow him? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; "&gt;Lastly, I would like to share what Fr. Bong wrote on my paper: “God provides for those who let go” indeed he really provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Most Sacred Heart of Jesus!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri"&gt;Have mercy on us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-2860653148586598581?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2860653148586598581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2860653148586598581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2860653148586598581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2860653148586598581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/06/sermonette-7th-day.html' title='Sermonette (7th Day)'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4362649372406759168</id><published>2011-06-21T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:02:13.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(May Reflection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My Life of Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;People flock to churches or chapels when they are facing a lot of problems and they don’t anymore know what to do. At this point, they believe God is their last and only hope. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The more popular churches they usually go to are the Church of St. Jude, the Church of the Black Nazarene in Quiapo, and the Our Mother of Perpetual Help Church in Baclaran. I have been to these places and have witnessed the huge crowd of people bringing their supplications to God. These places are like public markets because people come from different walks of life. There were even rich people or people in authority who knelt along with the masses. I had wondered what this people still wanted from God when they already have so much not like the poor people. Then I realized that you can have all the material things in life but not everything can be bought with money. I feel that many Filipinos look at the Church as they would a hospital. They would only visit Churches when they need a favor from God. They do not see the many graces God has already blessed them with, graces for which they should be thankful. I would sometimes ask myself whether the Church dispenses medicines that can be asked for in prayer to remove all the problems that we are facing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;I have learned that there are many types of prayer. We have the vocal prayer which often is a recitation of a fixed formula. In the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Constitutions and Regulation of the Society of St. Francis de Sales&lt;/i&gt;, there is a section entitled: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;In Dialogue with the Lord&lt;/i&gt;” where it gives instruction with regard to the different prayers that we have to recite vocally or as an assembly. As I read it, I was really amazed because I personally was in formation under the Salesians for nine years. In the end, the prayers were just recited mentally and not from the heart. I am guilty of this one especially when I feel tired of prayer because I keep on repeating and repeating the same words. The other type of prayer is the personal prayer, in this we are more connected with our God intimately. It was only later in my formation that I was really oriented with prayer. In the early part of my life in the seminary, every time I would enter the chapel and kneel to pray, I always feel that I am talking to the walls; I would feel that there is no one in the other end because I don’t really feel anything. In the Handbook of Religious Life, it says there that if, while in prayer, I ask too many questions, like “Is there someone in the other end?” then I am not praying. I personally would sit inside the chapel and would start to talk to him but the reply I get is the sound of the bird in the morning or the sound of the crickets in the evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;In the Gospel of Luke, his disciples approach Jesus and ask him to teach them how to pray. Jesus did teach them. I can honestly say that this was what I was asking God before. I remember a Salesian who once told us in a recollection talk that before we even ask God to grant us our petitions, He already knows what we want. What we do in prayer is an act of humility, acknowledging that we need Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;I truly believe that God answers our prayers but sometimes not in the way that we want it to be. Human as we are, our tendency is to be angry with God because He did not grant our petition the way we want it to be. It is only later that we realize what He did to us was better than what we wanted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;Now, when I pray to Him, I would thank Him for everything, both good and bad. I know that He allows these things to happen so that I will be able to grow and learn something good from it. I believe that when I pray to Him, He hears it and He shows me the answers through the things that are happening around me. I can truly say that prayer for me is my colloquy with Him. He is quite the listener and He is very patient in listening to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-4362649372406759168?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4362649372406759168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4362649372406759168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4362649372406759168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4362649372406759168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-life-of-prayer.html' title='(May Reflection)'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4493698792865679869</id><published>2011-06-21T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:01:02.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again, its been a long time...</title><content type='html'>i will to update my blog more often. its been a while since i placed something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be posting my requirements here in the novitiate and some important things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-4493698792865679869?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4493698792865679869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4493698792865679869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4493698792865679869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4493698792865679869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2011/06/again-its-been-long-time.html' title='again, its been a long time...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2521772013554992903</id><published>2010-05-08T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:05:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions are not made overnight.</title><content type='html'>I was in Don Bosco Technology Center Labangon this morning to visit Fr. Lan and asked him about the things that i need to give to him for the camping of the Aspirants from Canlubang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, one of the Salesians asked me to stop by his office and we ended up talking, like a spiritual direction, rendiconto or you may call it anything you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what he told me that i would bring with me till the end: " decisions are not made overnight." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6037788413053895491-2521772013554992903?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2521772013554992903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2521772013554992903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2521772013554992903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2521772013554992903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2010/05/decisions-are-not-made-overnight.html' title='Decisions are not made overnight.'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-1586683816561363597</id><published>2010-01-08T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:54:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....</title><content type='html'>looking at my files on my external hard disk, i saw a word file entitled: &lt;b&gt;Dear Daddy and Mommy. &lt;/b&gt;it goes something like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dear Daddy and Mommy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       Naaalala nyo ba yung mga panahong gusto ko kayong kausapin tungkol sa pagpasok ko sa seminaryo? Yung minsang habang nagtatanghalian tayong pamilya isang Sunday ay napansin nyong matamlay ako. Yun yung mga panahong natatakot ako dahil hindi ko alam kung paano sasabihing kailangan ko kayong iwan, yung mga panahong iniisip ko kung paano na lilipas ang bawat Sunday Lunch na hindi ko kayo kasalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       Nung tinawag nyo ang pansin ko nung mga sandaling yun at tinanong ako kung ano ang problema, hindi ko napigilang umiyak sa harap ninyo habang nagpapaalam, “Mommy, Daddy, papasok na po ako sa seminaryo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tumigil ang oras. Tila, sumama na sa mga luha ko ang takot, sakit, at pag-aalala sa magiging reaction ninyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       At nang matapos kong sabihin ang lahat, hindi ko inaasahan ang mga nakita ko. Habang nakatingin kayo sa akin, walang kibo na tila nangungusap ang mga mata, binigyan nyo ako ng dalawang matatamis na ngiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       Nang Makita ko ang mga ngiting yun, alam kong pumayag kayo, at nasa mga ngiiting yun ang pagtitiwala at suportang kaylangan ko sa pagsagot sa panawagan ng Diyos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sa totoo lang dama ko nun na ako na yata ang pinakamasayang anak sa mundo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;para sa mga gustong pumasok sa seminaryo, basahin nyo ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-1586683816561363597?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/1586683816561363597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=1586683816561363597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/1586683816561363597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/1586683816561363597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='What the....'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-8438751686357329551</id><published>2009-12-23T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:00:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was laughing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SzD6nTBEOSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RBNhCPNwdE4/s1600-h/3387069-Back-of-the-Jeepney-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SzD6nTBEOSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RBNhCPNwdE4/s320/3387069-Back-of-the-Jeepney-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418105904753293602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;got somethings from National Bookstore today for my requirement in art appreciation. There were a lot of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, going back i rode a jeepney. Approaching near USJ-R in Basak a passenger tap a coin on the handle bar(&lt;i&gt;like what the filipinos are use to do inside a jeepney for the jeppney to stop and the passenger can go down&lt;/i&gt;), the passenger was a girl, as she was going down jeepney the Kunduktor or the money collector reach out his hand. The first thing that came into mind was the Kunduktor will help the girl go down the jeepney because the jeepney was high. to my surprise the Kunduktor only took the money and left the girl on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talking about being a GENTLEMAN. try to reflect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was laughing after what happened. i don't want to judge. i leave it to you. Good Luck!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-8438751686357329551?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/8438751686357329551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=8438751686357329551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/8438751686357329551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/8438751686357329551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-laughing.html' title='i was laughing...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SzD6nTBEOSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RBNhCPNwdE4/s72-c/3387069-Back-of-the-Jeepney-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-5437605491172597822</id><published>2009-12-21T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:42:05.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sy96R36juyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eFt9HffSB8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sy96R36juyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eFt9HffSB8Q/s400/IMG_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417683324235922210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the fourth and last time i won the table tennis single division of the college intrams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for guiding me the whole time.&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/6037788413053895491-5437605491172597822?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/5437605491172597822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=5437605491172597822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/5437605491172597822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/5437605491172597822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/12/champion.html' title='Champion!!!'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sy96R36juyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eFt9HffSB8Q/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2751821173294600529</id><published>2009-12-12T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:50:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Card to Everone !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOfZ4EBo_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/X1cpuEYhbek/s1600-h/4X6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOfZ4EBo_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/X1cpuEYhbek/s400/4X6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414346443924284402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to Eveyone !!!&lt;/span&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/6037788413053895491-2751821173294600529?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2751821173294600529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2751821173294600529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2751821173294600529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2751821173294600529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-card-to-everone.html' title='My Christmas Card to Everone !!!'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOfZ4EBo_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/X1cpuEYhbek/s72-c/4X6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-236332296247151986</id><published>2009-12-12T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:42:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>I am not a graduating student in college, i am now experiencing a great pressure from the school at the same time in the seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my classes are over for the year, i am now just waiting for our Christmas break to start. this week will be our intrams week and after that i am going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas break my batchmates in the seminary will be going to CEBU for a vacation and at the same time our bonding. yehey !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOdszlXFgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RQ6lWqZnMXY/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOdszlXFgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RQ6lWqZnMXY/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414344570116183554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-236332296247151986?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/236332296247151986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=236332296247151986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/236332296247151986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/236332296247151986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SyOdszlXFgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RQ6lWqZnMXY/s72-c/christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4510701793595860438</id><published>2009-09-16T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:41:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the PAST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxDhhzy5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DkeDI1z9eU8/s1600-h/SY0506+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxDhhzy5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DkeDI1z9eU8/s320/SY0506+(14).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381996228805643154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxDKbkvAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/97cp2EaE94c/s1600-h/SY0405+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxDKbkvAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/97cp2EaE94c/s320/SY0405+(8).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381996222605474818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxC4zB3KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zWKyNE7DeZY/s1600-h/freshmen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxC4zB3KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zWKyNE7DeZY/s320/freshmen2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381996217872014498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCvSpL4iLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NhFskSRM9bs/s1600-h/felicit1yr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCvSpL4iLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NhFskSRM9bs/s320/felicit1yr.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381994289535944882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As i was browsing my external hard disk this afternoon, i came across these pictures. When we were 1st yrs, we were 33. 2nd yrs, we were 28. 3rd yrs, we were 28, and we graduated 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;those were the years in high school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-4510701793595860438?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4510701793595860438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4510701793595860438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4510701793595860438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4510701793595860438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-past.html' title='Remembering the PAST...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SrCxDhhzy5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DkeDI1z9eU8/s72-c/SY0506+(14).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4443823424666100258</id><published>2009-09-12T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:58:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a fourth student again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Squo0CO4ltI/AAAAAAAAAVs/44K26YsqX7c/s1600-h/SY0506+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Squo0CO4ltI/AAAAAAAAAVs/44K26YsqX7c/s320/SY0506+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380579791730153170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last september 11, 2009 was the funeral mass of Fr. Macky. I was shocked by the salesians that were present, there were a lot of them from the North and the south province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the funeral mass, i saw Fr. Godo and Fr. Nioret. i greeted them. after the mass, i saw Fr. John Cardinal. its been a long time seen we haven't seen each other, its like three years now. i join Fr. John in the table and we talked for a long time. while talking to him, I remembered my high school years in Lawaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night during my meditation, I came to realize that, that morning i was like a fourth year high school  seminarian in Lawaan. Fr. Niret as my RECTOR, Fr. Godo as the ADMINISTRATOR, and Fr. John my PRINCIPAL. You can see it in the picture above during our graduation. The only Salesian lacking was Br. Don2x. Those were the years and they are now part of my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-4443823424666100258?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4443823424666100258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4443823424666100258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4443823424666100258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4443823424666100258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-fourth-student-again.html' title='Like a fourth student again...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Squo0CO4ltI/AAAAAAAAAVs/44K26YsqX7c/s72-c/SY0506+%2812%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-848294943185353936</id><published>2009-09-12T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:14:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>another week done, we got two more weeks to finish our off campus practice teaching. it had been very tiring but at the same time very consoling. the encounters with the students, teaching them and talking to them in their breaks. all these things has a lesson with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a hard week, nothing beats sitting at your table and make a rosary. just to relax and enjoy what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SqueIwip8lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/D29AtdsT4H8/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SqueIwip8lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/D29AtdsT4H8/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380568053130588754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-848294943185353936?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/848294943185353936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=848294943185353936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/848294943185353936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/848294943185353936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-week.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SqueIwip8lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/D29AtdsT4H8/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4830430856274884447</id><published>2009-09-11T17:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:27:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sqr8YsAvhSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/o4iLC6z0n7k/s1600-h/provincial+day+pics-+feb.+28,+2009+%28203%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sqr8YsAvhSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/o4iLC6z0n7k/s320/provincial+day+pics-+feb.+28,+2009+%28203%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380390205908813090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This photo was taken last February 24, 2009 Provincial Day North Province.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kanlungan Area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Fr. Macky was laid to rest here in Canubang. Looking at the salesians and the people that were present, i can really say that Fr. Macky was a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will surely miss you Fr. Macky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SqumVbXRy-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-jSNlFqd3Mc/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SqumVbXRy-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-jSNlFqd3Mc/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380577066877045730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bro. Jomar Castillo SDB&lt;/span&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/6037788413053895491-4830430856274884447?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4830430856274884447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4830430856274884447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4830430856274884447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4830430856274884447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-will-miss-you.html' title='We will miss you...'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Sqr8YsAvhSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/o4iLC6z0n7k/s72-c/provincial+day+pics-+feb.+28,+2009+%28203%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2490742844377899384</id><published>2009-09-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:46:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a week....</title><content type='html'>After a week of practice teaching, finally i was able to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday we started with our OFF CAMPUS practice teaching. i myself was assign in Camp Vincente Lim National High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with me are: Jm, Roman, and Jules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by the public school... it is really different from the private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question: "Is it a JOB or a VOCATION?" would be nice question nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-2490742844377899384?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2490742844377899384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2490742844377899384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2490742844377899384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2490742844377899384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-week.html' title='after a week....'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-932763852617595461</id><published>2009-08-29T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:07:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis Approval</title><content type='html'>Finally, At LAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of our thesis was accepted by the panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teachers Personal Qualities and their relationsip to the intrinsic motivation of the students"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group is compose of: James Aro, Jan Renan Parala and Roman Bonifacio Torres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-932763852617595461?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/932763852617595461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=932763852617595461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/932763852617595461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/932763852617595461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/thesis-approval.html' title='Thesis Approval'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2411215696581626822</id><published>2009-08-22T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:15:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I go HOME</title><content type='html'>Every time i would go for a vacation, i would always go through a lot of process. It would usually take around six hours before i would finally arrive at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So_BlLWZzeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sqhCXDGVPmw/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So_BlLWZzeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sqhCXDGVPmw/s320/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372725724922367458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Canlubang to NAIA airport - From Mactan International Airport to the house and vise versa. of course, money is a problem but the important thing is i would be able to see my parents and my grandmother and nothing could stop me from going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So_Blmk-FVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SL7fP2_WmRM/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So_Blmk-FVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SL7fP2_WmRM/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372725732231222610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-2411215696581626822?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2411215696581626822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2411215696581626822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2411215696581626822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2411215696581626822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/everytime-i-go-home.html' title='Everytime I go HOME'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So_BlLWZzeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sqhCXDGVPmw/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-8931752324491800936</id><published>2009-08-18T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:09:26.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMS vs THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So3vSmFhNCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qGe8V3qvN_A/s1600-h/Seminarians+football+team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So3vSmFhNCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qGe8V3qvN_A/s400/Seminarians+football+team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372213033263248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August 15, 2009 was the anticipated mass for the feast of the ASSUMPTIONS. the whole EPC had a mass and after the mass was the opening of the intramurals as an institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoytNOWsasI/AAAAAAAAAUk/izMk1oK9COg/s1600-h/DSC_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoytNOWsasI/AAAAAAAAAUk/izMk1oK9COg/s400/DSC_1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371858898249345730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the opening, there was an exhibition game, the seminarians against the different football players in the campus. we were hoping to win against them and luckily we did. We won 5 - 2. During the duration of the game, many emotions were seen and heard but we played for fun and for Mama Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoyvMiLB79I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6-BPBidPUp8/s1600-h/DSC_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-8931752324491800936?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/8931752324491800936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=8931752324491800936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/8931752324491800936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/8931752324491800936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/sems-vs-world.html' title='SEMS vs THE WORLD'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/So3vSmFhNCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qGe8V3qvN_A/s72-c/Seminarians+football+team.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-4645359288412927056</id><published>2009-08-13T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:42:10.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoOzhK63CaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/93mFVbDVpe8/s1600-h/With+Ron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoOzhK63CaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/93mFVbDVpe8/s400/With+Ron.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369332563204049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great True Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly Great Friends are hard to find, difficult to Leave and Impossible to forget&lt;/span&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/6037788413053895491-4645359288412927056?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/4645359288412927056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=4645359288412927056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4645359288412927056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/4645359288412927056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-true-friend-truly-great-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/SoOzhK63CaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/93mFVbDVpe8/s72-c/With+Ron.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-7104286505431324411</id><published>2009-08-07T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:31:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for a Happy Death By Former President Cory Aquino</title><content type='html'>One of my friends told me the news that the former president Corazon Aquino made a prayer for a happy death. I was so eager to see it that i got a copy and i want to share it to all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Snt_lQ4sNSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lNV_sy2LCpM/s1600-h/1_622867574m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Snt_lQ4sNSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lNV_sy2LCpM/s400/1_622867574m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367023659106710818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prayer for a happy death by former President Corazon Aquino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God, most merciful Father&lt;br /&gt;You Alone know the time&lt;br /&gt;You alone know the hour&lt;br /&gt;You alone know the moment&lt;br /&gt;When I shall breathe my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remind me each day,&lt;br /&gt;most loving Father&lt;br /&gt;To be the best that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;To be humble, to be kind,&lt;br /&gt;To be patient, to be true.&lt;br /&gt;To embrace what is good,&lt;br /&gt;To reject what is evil,&lt;br /&gt;To adore ony You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the final moment does come&lt;br /&gt;Let not my loved ones grieve for long.&lt;br /&gt;Let them comfort each other&lt;br /&gt;And let them know&lt;br /&gt;How much happiness&lt;br /&gt;They brought into my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let them pray for me,&lt;br /&gt;As I will continue to pray for them,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that they will always pray&lt;br /&gt;for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that they made possible&lt;br /&gt;Whatever good I offered to our world.&lt;br /&gt;And let them realize that our separation&lt;br /&gt;Is just for a short while&lt;br /&gt;As we prepare for our reunion in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my hope.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your unconditional love. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: http://farfromneutral.com/exodus/cory-aquinos-prayer-for-a-happy-death/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-7104286505431324411?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/7104286505431324411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=7104286505431324411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/7104286505431324411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/7104286505431324411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-for-happy-death-by-former.html' title='Prayer for a Happy Death By Former President Cory Aquino'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Snt_lQ4sNSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lNV_sy2LCpM/s72-c/1_622867574m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-3338242723307140484</id><published>2009-08-04T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:05:30.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a JOB or a VOCATION?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its been two weeks now since i started my practice teaching in Don Bosco College, in the high school department. i am bet-by-bet realizing the real job of a teacher. i can really say that becoming a teacher is not only a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaching is not easy, imagine, you are to discipline thirty six students not blood related to you and you have to control yourself not to hurt the students if they are noisy, playing or doing other things not related to your subject inside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can really say that, i am paying the things that i had been doing inside the classroom before when i was a student myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in front of the classroom, i can feel that some of my students look at me as if i know everything, like i am a walking encyclopedia or dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i said that teaching is not just a job but a vocation. in this job, it takes a lot of patience and understanding. each teacher will have to understand his students like what i am doing in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the work of a teacher on the point of view of the practice teachers like me, i can say that it is not easy to teach, discipline and form the students inside the classroom but it is consoling outside the classroom, playing with them or just be there with them in their lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was struck by one of my students who once told me: "Sir, bat ang bait nyo sa labas pero ang sungit nyo sa loob ng classroom?" actually, it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-3338242723307140484?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/3338242723307140484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=3338242723307140484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/3338242723307140484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/3338242723307140484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/practice-teaching-on-campus.html' title='Is it a JOB or a VOCATION?'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-2603784537566805634</id><published>2009-08-04T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:17:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a long time</title><content type='html'>its been a long since i open this blog of mine. i was not able to update this due to the hectic schedule that i have here in the seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try my best to update this every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-2603784537566805634?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/2603784537566805634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=2603784537566805634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2603784537566805634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/2603784537566805634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='its been a long time'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-3954085673996624276</id><published>2007-12-13T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:20:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of 12 days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/R2DPDsdBL5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/s1xDgtdZA5k/s1600-h/12DaysChristmasHallmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/R2DPDsdBL5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/s1xDgtdZA5k/s400/12DaysChristmasHallmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143338436836536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Origin of The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge who won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out, thanks to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens stood for  faith, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke &amp;amp; John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit: Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit: Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is your history for today. This knowledge was shared with me and I found  it interesting and enlightening and now I know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol.go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-3954085673996624276?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/3954085673996624276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=3954085673996624276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/3954085673996624276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/3954085673996624276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2007/12/origin-of-12-days-of-christmas.html' title='Origin of 12 days of Christmas'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/R2DPDsdBL5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/s1xDgtdZA5k/s72-c/12DaysChristmasHallmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-6418459614821932671</id><published>2007-07-31T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:40:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Rq7WlPICmOI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Sz_AEXiSBw/s1600-h/mother+teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Rq7WlPICmOI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Sz_AEXiSBw/s320/mother+teresa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093244163806370018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mother Teresa of Calcutta admonishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to be Christ's witness in today's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Man is unreasonable, illogical, self-centered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, Love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, they attribute it to selfish motives;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, do good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you achieve your goals, you will find false friends and real enemies;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, achieve them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you will do will be forgotten tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, do them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and sincerity make you vulnerable;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, be frank and honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have been building for years can be destroyed in an instant;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, build!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you help people, they will resent it;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, help them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world your best and they will kick you;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, give your best!&lt;/span&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/6037788413053895491-6418459614821932671?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/6418459614821932671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=6418459614821932671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/6418459614821932671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/6418459614821932671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2007/07/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Name: James Y. Aro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119151645555835666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/jamesaro_1/IMG_00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/Rq7WlPICmOI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Sz_AEXiSBw/s72-c/mother+teresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037788413053895491.post-7138350815167974833</id><published>2007-05-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:42:42.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Column'/><title type='text'>Loneliness amidst Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/RorhtgnayxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CMTNfMmLnlk/s1600-h/Picture237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuWgdDatUZU/RorhtgnayxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CMTNfMmLnlk/s200/Picture237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083123301406657298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Family.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was thinking of a topic to write and I was given the deadline, there was nothing i could do but to write the column for this year-ender issue. this is my first time to make a column in this publication. it took me two days to decide on my topic name and at least I found the perfect name for my first column, the title is Family.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  You might be wondering why Family.........................? the reason is this, when I first arrived here in Canlubang, I already knew that my parents would not be able to visit me every last Sunday of the month because they live far away. I remember my first visiting Sunday, we had a family day in order to welcome the first years. In one of our batch meetings of planning the potluck lunch, I remember what kuya Donnie told the batch: "Let us not forget James doesn't have a visit".  Upon hearing that statement I said to myself that my batchmates  gave importance to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  At first it was hard for me to adjust having no visit during visiting Sunday when I was still in Don Bosco Missionary Seminary in Lawaan. I just realize that I am already Canlubang and have to face the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  Every time I saw one of my batch mates having a visit I always recall the times when I was with my parents. It may be anywhere, in the mall, at home or just with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  Whenever I miss them I would just call home and talk to them. I usually call them when i can use my cellphone. There was a time when I forgot to cal home, my mother called me and told me that my lola was angry because I did not called them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I was so happy when my parents visited me here in Canlubang. It was their first time here in Canlubang and they were excited to see the place and to meet with my formators. Their visit was a memorable moment for me because despite the work that they have back home, they still visited me and stayed with me during the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;This coming vacation I will go home and once more I can be with my parents. It will be two weeks of fun for me. I will make use if their company while I am stil outside the walls of the seminary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037788413053895491-7138350815167974833?l=arojames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/feeds/7138350815167974833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037788413053895491&amp;postID=7138350815167974833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/7138350815167974833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037788413053895491/posts/default/7138350815167974833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arojames.blogspot.com/2007/07/family.html' title='Loneliness amidst Happiness'/><author><name>Name: James Y. 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