tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196497212009-07-14T07:48:02.184+08:00My Indulgence"And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear."
"Parisina", ByronZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-21629817196748520602009-07-14T07:47:00.000+08:002009-07-14T07:48:02.197+08:00Duyana Ako...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGrlzllZ6z0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGrlzllZ6z0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-2162981719674852060?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-21302833848558061732009-07-13T17:54:00.005+08:002009-07-13T18:39:02.226+08:00Ikaw Ang Kusog<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHbDwreARZU&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHbDwreARZU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ikaw Ang Kusog</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ikaw ang kusog kanako</div><div align="center">Kalipay ug dalangpanan</div><div align="center">Moabot man ang problema</div><div align="center">Walay makapahimulag </div><div align="center">Walay maikakumpara</div><div align="center">Sa imong gugma</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Unsa man kalayo ang langit</div><div align="center">Gugma mo para sa tanan</div><div align="center">Moluhod ako sa tiilan mo</div><div align="center">Aron Pagsimba kanimo Oh Jesus</div><div align="center">Unsa man kalayo ang langit</div><div align="center">Gugma mo para sa tanan</div><div align="center">Ikaw ang kusog</div><div align="center">Ikaw akong Diyos ug Kalipay ko.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-2130283384855806173?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-4514031756880589582009-07-11T01:42:00.008+08:002009-07-11T13:37:40.332+08:00Blah blahs and a lot moreIts a wierd afternoon, after the rocky road ice cream, someone gave us a pot of yummy lomi soup which left the ice cream to melt and was forgotten. The soup was perfect to match the heavy rain pouring outside, I have do double time balancing the cash and checks and all for 5:30 is the schedule of our union meeting.<br /> It took so much time since i have to figure out the checks, my report didnt match and have to do a whole two page review to find the problem,things really happen when we have other things in mind and making it more unbearable and making me impatientl as well.<br /> Im a no to union individual but unfortunately the Yes to union people won and I have no choice but to be a part of that union they created to bargain and ask for more benefit and what other demands they have in mind. Its such a wierd day, with the heavy rain and the not so pleasant stare of the pro-union group after the questions that I have raised. I thought of the hot lomi that I did not enjoy eating coz I was i a hurry to that union thing, I could have stayed and enjoyed the comforting lomi soup.<br /> I just didnt like the meeting, everything about it and hurriedly went to our highschool friend's house (another food indulging activity, since its her birthday). And after the stress and the not so good stares, Im just glad that I escaped it and enjoy the yummy food prepared. Wow, beef in cream sauce, lechon kawali, stuffed shrimp (im allergic with shrimps but how can I not eat), casava cake, strawberry cheesecake...it was a therapy, all bad vibes just faded away and fogotten. Wait, there was still macaroni salad but I was to full to even taste it. We went home with smiles and all revived by the stomach filling experience.<br /> When I reached home the noise of the bands jamming on the ACSAT gym infront of our house. The band performers were just as annoying as they can be, it was not music but noise to my ears. How, can I sleep then with all the shouting and incomprehensible lyrics and a singing style I didnt know ever existed, ( it was like a devil shouting, the high volume that I was afraid the singers would have throat cancer after their singing or shouting spree, hehehehe). They finished at around 1:30 and now im back to the solemn environment conducive to sleeping.<br /> It was a food filled day and tomorrow is a saturday, its now 2:03 am and have to wake up very early in the morning for im the breakfast cook.<br /><br />God bless us all!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-451403175688058958?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-58329907898683594812009-07-10T10:40:00.003+08:002009-07-11T01:41:22.447+08:00I craved for durian ice cream got rocky road instead.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SlcH2LFx27I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Cu-Pzsa4Ui0/s1600-h/spices7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356758909051853746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SlcH2LFx27I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Cu-Pzsa4Ui0/s400/spices7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Its been days that craved for durian ice cream.I miss the energy giving scent of durian but the durian ice cream will suffice. Our manager granted our wish and gave us an ice cream treat. We asked our helpmat to buy ice cream for us. I waited patiently with good imagination of how to eat the ice cream. When itcame it was not durian ice cream but rocky road instead. It was good than having nothing but it would have been great if it was durian flavor.</div><div></div><br /><div>My insight its that God uses people to grant our wishes but often times its really not what exactly what we craved for or hope for . While we were eating my officemate said that she wanted durian and she does not like the rocky road that much. I told her that its better than not having any ice cream at all. Its to appreciate what we have and thank God for the what we have than wishing for whats missing.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>happy week end!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-5832990789868359481?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-51438112987450791272009-07-08T22:12:00.003+08:002009-07-08T22:47:57.977+08:00Words to Remember<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SlSxknIBkMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OX-T5SrMvGQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101099386409154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SlSxknIBkMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OX-T5SrMvGQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. <em>What's at the center of our attention is what has us</em>. Whatever we give our attention to either to make or break us.</div><br /><div>2. <em>God loves us enough to accept us as we , but He loves us too much to leave us that way</em>. </div><br /><div>3.<em> Nothing is so relevant as the eternal</em>. </div><br /><div>4. <em>Attack problems, not people</em>.</div><br /><div>5. <em>To change, we must want something else more than what we now have</em>. Scriptures say we will find the Lord only when we look for Him with all our heart (Jeremiah 29:13)</div><br /><div>6. <em>Live for what you will not regret when you die</em>. "What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life? (Matthew 16:26).</div><br /><div>7. <em>The secret of abundance is found in what we have, but in what we enjoy (or thankful for).</em></div><br /><div><em>8. Fear God - not to run from Him, but to Him.</em></div><br /><div><em>9. We can learn more from our critics than our admirers. </em>Some tell us how wonderful we are. Others tell us the truth.</div><br /><div>10. "When Im the presence of God, it seems profoundly unbecoming to demand anything".</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-5143811298745079127?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-62673252122281736292009-07-07T16:58:00.002+08:002009-07-07T18:37:15.783+08:00Out of the blue....I was almost about<br />to lose my faith<br />was still dreaming but feared it was too late<br />but when you came along to my surprise<br />and stole my heart before my very eyes...<br /><br /> I have not heard this song for a long long time, and you know what I heard the song last night on the radio and it brought back memories more than 10 years ago. It was about 7 in the evening, no exact date, but was one of the night that was filled warm and fuzzy feelings because Im riding the jeep alone with my crush. He lives near where I live (Gerona area, Iligan City). Sounds corny since im already 33 years old and kept talking about warm fuzzy feelings about a very long time crush who maybe at this time is already married and doesnt even give a hint of anything I felt about many many years ago.<br /><br /> I was a time when the song played and I wish that the jeep would just fly and bring me home, I cant even move my head or even my whole body, it felt strange, everything in one the feeling is indescribable, no words could ever describe the loud beating of my heart ( I was afraid that my crush could hear it). The jeepney driver did not cooperate,the travel is so slow than ever, I could not stand his presence as if its killing me softly.<br /><br /> Well, its all in the past now and moving forward but its nice to smile and remember wonderful shallow memories, im shallow person and simple things make me smile and brings joy to my heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-6267325212228173629?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-27783255909473257292009-07-04T21:45:00.003+08:002009-07-04T21:47:44.807+08:00Father's Day CArd<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sk9dEDY3rkI/AAAAAAAAAso/guzjPh_b_Ao/s1600-h/Happy+Father%27s+Day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sk9dEDY3rkI/AAAAAAAAAso/guzjPh_b_Ao/s400/Happy+Father%27s+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354600806177287746" border="0" /></a><br />Made copies of this picture and gave them to fathers last father's day.<br />As I read those wonderful words, I remember papa.<br />I miss you pa.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-2778325590947325729?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-67276648442658346122009-07-04T21:28:00.004+08:002009-07-06T17:58:05.464+08:00Back to an old template<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sk9azQLUTbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xdaVGnZfhQY/s1600-h/lee_min_ho.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354598318529072562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sk9azQLUTbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xdaVGnZfhQY/s400/lee_min_ho.jpg" /></a><br />Spent half day on the net, at first template surfing and then ended up watching <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Go Junpyo</span> instead.(hehehe, He is so handsome and with those eyes that as if were looking at me, imagining I was <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Geum Jandi</span>...hay!But in fairness I like Jihoo to be paired with Geum Jandi than Go Junpyo).<br /><br />I got bored with the previous template and now I ended up using this old one I used before. Start all over again since I lost all the changes that I made and all the widgets and I I know its going to take me so much time and effort. I missed posting here, 3 weddings I joined, the servant leaders training and a lot more to blog about.(This would require much more time and a lot of memory recalling).I got busy with customer service work with papers here and there, but nothing that I cant handle well.<br /><br />Im trying to figure out if I was able to save the html codes, and I remember I lost them when the laptop just decided to turn off on its own (which means, another nerve damaging situation that I have to endure).<br /><br />Well, all is well that ends well and I will have to try again tomorrow for another blogging adventure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-6727664844265834612?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-56115919506403388042009-06-14T06:55:00.008+08:002009-06-14T07:10:23.059+08:00Remembering Theresa<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQxA75wAbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/q8l-VEt-E-M/s1600-h/practise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQxA75wAbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/q8l-VEt-E-M/s400/practise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952549745295794" border="0" /></a>The cheering practice!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQw1pEAbyI/AAAAAAAAArI/wrVWkqfY568/s1600-h/haz%26me2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQw1pEAbyI/AAAAAAAAArI/wrVWkqfY568/s400/haz%26me2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952355709480738" border="0" /></a>Theresa and me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwuGvX2HI/AAAAAAAAArA/xnDLnFKrNYw/s1600-h/group2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwuGvX2HI/AAAAAAAAArA/xnDLnFKrNYw/s400/group2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952226237044850" border="0" /></a><br />The Polu Team<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwnTRinVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c-w7_C-3lLI/s1600-h/group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwnTRinVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c-w7_C-3lLI/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952109342498130" border="0" /></a><br />Conie, Theresa and Me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwd7uxxuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/9_qt-9XCNAs/s1600-h/game.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwd7uxxuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/9_qt-9XCNAs/s400/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951948403853026" border="0" /></a>The Thread game<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwYMRqPhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jXq2ygEmdaA/s1600-h/an%26me3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SjQwYMRqPhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jXq2ygEmdaA/s400/an%26me3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346951849765912082" border="0" /></a>Analie and Theresa<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If Tomorrow Starts Without Me</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Author believed to be<br />David Romano<br /><br />When tomorrow starts without me,<br />And I'm not there to see,<br />If the sun should rise and find your eyes<br />all filled with tears for me,<br /><br />I wish so much you wouldn't cry<br />The way you did today,<br />While thinking of the many things,<br />We didn't get to say.<br /><br />I know how much you love me,<br />As much as I love you,<br />and each time that you think of me,<br />I know you'll miss me too.<br /><br />But when tomorrow starts without me,<br />Please try to understand,<br />That an angel came and called my name,<br />And took me by the hand,<br />and said my place was ready,<br />In heaven far above,<br />And that I'd have to leave behind<br />All those I dearly love.<br /><br />But as I turned to walk away,<br />A tear fell from my eye<br />For all my life, I'd always thought,<br />I didn't want to die.<br /><br />I had so much to live for,<br />So much left yet to do,<br />It seemed almost impossible,<br />That I was leaving you.<br /><br />I thought of all the yesterdays<br />The good ones and the bad,<br />I thought of all the love we shared,<br />and all the fun we had<br /><br />If I could re-live yesterday<br />Just even for a while,<br />I'd say good-bye and kiss you<br />And maybe see you smile.<br /><br />But then I fully realized,<br />That this could never be,<br />For emptiness and memories,<br />would take the place of me.<br /><br />And when I thought of worldly things,<br />I might miss come tomorrow,<br />I thought of you, and when I did,<br />My heart was filled with sorrow.<br /><br />But when I walked through heaven's gates,<br />I felt so much at home<br />When God looked down and smiled at me,<br />From His great golden throne.<br /><br />He said, "This is eternity,<br />And all I've promised you."<br />Today your life on earth is past,<br />But here life starts anew<br /><br />I promise no tomorrow,<br />But today will always last,<br />And since each day's the same way<br />There's no longing for the past.<br /><br />You have been so faithful,<br />So trusting and so true.<br />Though there were times<br />You did some things<br />You knew you shouldn't do.<br /><br />But you have been forgiven<br />And now at last you're free.<br />So won't you come and take my hand<br />And share my life with me?<br /><br />So when tomorrow starts without me,<br />Don't think we're far apart,<br />For every time you think of me,<br />I'm right here, in your heart.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-5611591950640338804?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-73864565004671160542009-06-03T07:42:00.000+08:002009-06-03T07:44:29.599+08:00What's Your Style<embed src="http://www.dneero.com/flashviewer/dneerosurvey.swf?s=784&u=7055&p=0&c=1&r=74369&hdl=0&baseurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dneero.com%2F" wmode="transparent" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="250" name="dneeroflashviewer" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-7386456500467116054?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-76303035085743148002009-05-21T21:50:00.002+08:002009-05-21T21:57:47.846+08:00Decapod, word of the month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVdz14U9HI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WaYHI3RpgJ4/s1600-h/classes%2B%26%2Binfo%2B013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVdz14U9HI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WaYHI3RpgJ4/s400/classes%2B%26%2Binfo%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276078535636082" border="0" /></a><br /><b> </b> Im just glad a blogger shared this new word. I'd like to share it with my readers.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Dec a pod</span> :A crustacean of the order Decapoda, such as a crab, lobster, or shrimp, characteristically having ten legs, each joined to a segment of the thorax.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-7630303508574314800?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-19491313018632604792009-05-21T20:59:00.006+08:002009-05-21T21:33:52.161+08:00Dapitan Medical Mission Part 1<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVRMOGg4_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GhPsoQN9-mQ/s1600-h/bus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVRMOGg4_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GhPsoQN9-mQ/s400/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338262203703288818" border="0" /></a>The Bus<br /><br /></div> It was last year that I last joined the medical mission of the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cdolifelineministries.blogspot.com/">CDO LifeLine Ministries Inc.</a> headed by Dr. Sedigo, I waited eagerly for May 16, and at 11 pm we started our trip to Dapitan for the mission. Its Truly inspiring to see doctors unite for a common good and its all about service, helping the less fortunate giving them time and the medical attention that they could not afford. It was my first time going to that part of the Philippines and though the trip was long, I enjoyed the sleep on the bus with the group of doctors, nurses and volunteers like me.<br /><br /> It was a long logn trip but somehow, God refreshed us through th welcome of the rain as we touched the safe grounds of Potunga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVXa7kD9EI/AAAAAAAAAqY/YYZjX9EyvOU/s1600-h/4292_101151685831_747805831_2644402_5763352_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/ShVXa7kD9EI/AAAAAAAAAqY/YYZjX9EyvOU/s400/4292_101151685831_747805831_2644402_5763352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269053494752322" border="0" /></a>n High School, a remote area where the hospital is is just a luxury to the people living there. The patients were waiting and it a while for the team to set up the areas because of the rain, thanks to the help of the men in uniform who helped us carry the boxes of medicines to the respective classrooms.<br /><br /> I am recharged with so much joy in my heart, that I was one of those who shared the gospel to the patients before the check-up and treatment, angels celebrated in heaven as they welcomed the souls that have received Christ as their Lord and saviour. Tears of joy fell from those eyes who have searched for that only One person who could fill the emptiness in their hearts, maybe along their search in their lives they thought it was something but it was someone and it was Jesus all along who could fill that up, and I cried silence, tears of joy also filled my eyes as I prayed for these bretheren who have opened up their hearts for Christ to rule and be the Lord of their lives.<br /><br />To be continued....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-1949131301863260479?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-35716595385102792792009-05-15T07:51:00.002+08:002009-05-15T13:12:53.788+08:00Hope to improve my page ranking....Ive been blogging for a while but still I have noticed my page ranking is still down under. I Hope you can help me with this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-3571659538510279279?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-44554548420543247702009-05-11T22:12:00.003+08:002009-05-11T22:19:40.846+08:00New templateI got this new template from <a href="http://bloggertricks.com/2008/05/3-column-xml-blogger-template-colors-of.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">blogger tricks</span></a> and i love the new look of my blog. I just got bored trying to cope well with my shrimp allergy, I ate shrimps with vegetables for dinner and I was just too afraid to sleep early.<br /><br />What do you think?<br /><br />I think im going to just enjoy this new template.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sggzd7tjXyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0A36y8b2YPo/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sggzd7tjXyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0A36y8b2YPo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334570347958329122" border="0" /></a><br />Have a nice day!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-4455454842054324770?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-20980871156033077742009-05-11T22:05:00.002+08:002009-05-11T22:12:05.007+08:00And a thousand more....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sggx8aDD7TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VOI7htL5n5E/s1600-h/n747805831_2523296_3160025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sggx8aDD7TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VOI7htL5n5E/s400/n747805831_2523296_3160025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568672474426674" border="0" /></a>SImply a mouth watering sight...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-2098087115603307774?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-83339059763511884032009-05-09T10:12:00.003+08:002009-05-09T10:13:59.117+08:00Is this worth a thousand words?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SgTmyjTEs6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/i5RL3PB-xQI/s1600-h/IMG_0877.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333641614856598434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SgTmyjTEs6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/i5RL3PB-xQI/s400/IMG_0877.jpg" /></a> Tell me......<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-8333905976351188403?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-77525546218884137592009-03-30T07:42:00.001+08:002009-05-12T07:30:04.487+08:00Two eyes and just one tongue....<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sgi08urOizI/AAAAAAAAAqI/upMyKYO2tU0/s1600-h/454489124_4046bb4d50.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334712714034842418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/Sgi08urOizI/AAAAAAAAAqI/upMyKYO2tU0/s400/454489124_4046bb4d50.jpg" /></a><br /><div>which means we need to look twice and talk once.We have two ears and just one mouth, so we need to listen more than we talk. We have two hands and one stomach, so we need to work twice as much as work twice as much as we eat. We have two major brain parts, the left and the right and one heart,so we can think twice, but only love one. Isnt it amazing how our body parts remind us how to live right?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-7752554621888413759?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-70270585729454821372009-02-27T10:54:00.003+08:002009-02-27T11:13:20.154+08:00Web host reviews and ratingsIts a world of blogging and the net is filled with sites for webhosting and a lot of things to consider where we wish to have our webs hosted. Theres really no need to try to think so much about these things, why crack your brain thinking where to get the best service we deserve. Here's http://webhostingrating.com to help us and can solve our problem. They are the experts when it comes to web hosting and they have the list of the top ten sites who can do the job for us. we could never go wrong if we check their<a href="http://webhostingrating.com/"><strong> site</strong></a> and see for your selves the details that would really fit your hosting needs, if its from webhostrating, you can be assured that we are given the best choices.<br /><br />SO what are you waiting for, join us and select the one that suits your hosting needs.<br /><br />Have a nice day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-7027058572945482137?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-68835209983970043002009-02-26T15:49:00.003+08:002009-02-26T16:06:46.120+08:00Our school won!Im proud to say that our team in college won the debate and they are one step nearer to represent the country outside.<br /><br /> "In a stunning upset, Mindanao State University - Iligan Institute of Technology, neophyte Square Off participants, knocked out University of the Philippines - Diliman in this week's Square Off: Frankahan - The Drilon Debates. Arguing against the motion that government agencies should be mandated to employ displaced OFW's, the all-girl team of Iligan was unanimously voted to make it into the quarterfinals."<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.msuiit.edu.ph/news/news-detail.php?id=63"><strong> read more...</strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-6883520998397004300?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-4805215479293996242009-02-26T13:53:00.002+08:002009-02-26T13:57:37.445+08:00Blogger ProblemI have been trying to change a new template since last week and its just a frustration everytime coz there's an error that pops up everytime I attempt. Well, Im stuck to this old template of my <a href="http://zelmarqs.blogspot.com/"><strong>blog</strong></a> and its just another week of waiting before I could finally change to a new template. I hope all goes well next week and I dont have to look hopelessly on this old template that I have.<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-480521547929399624?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-45537240987075728592009-02-13T08:26:00.000+08:002009-02-13T08:27:15.615+08:00Questions and answers1. Do you believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder?<br />---> hmmm,maybe.<br />2. Ever tried gymnastics?<br />---> I had no choice but to perform them on our Pe in college and maybe back in my elementary and high school days.<br />3. What was the last thing you bought?<br />---> a cool painted shirt from cebu.<br />4. Do you talk a lot?<br />---> depends on the people im with and the my mood..<br />5. Where are your sisters?<br />---> 1 in Iligan, 1 in makati for pldt training and 1 in cebu who just got married last month.<br />6. Name one close guy friend:<br />---> gary<br />7. How was your day yesterday?<br />---> full of smiles even though i was busy...<br />8. Are you an optimistic one?<br />---> yes<br />9. I’ll bet you miss someone right now?<br />---> secreto para bibo! <br />10. Are you typically a jolly person?<br />---> uhm...I am, specially when im inspired...<br />11. Beauty or brains:<br />---> slight lang for both hehehehe<br />12. Song playing at the moment:<br />- time after time, yikes.<br />13. How do you cope with stress?<br />---> eat and sleep and listen to the music and write...<br />14. Ever broken someone's heart?<br />---> yeah<br />15. What makes you happy?<br />---> happy people, when im with people I care about, serving others.<br />17. What is the last thing you said aloud?<br />---> "wow"<br />18. Are you currently in a relationship?<br />---> no<br />19. What is your all-time favorite romantic comedy film?<br />---> forrest gump<br />.<br />20. What's your current problem?<br />---> its complicated...<br />.<br />21. Have you ever had your heart broken?<br />---> yes...<br />.<br />22. The last person you went out with?<br />---> my brother sherwin in cebu<br />.<br />23. Ever wished you could turn back time?<br />---> i treasure wonderful memories and face the world with a smile always.<br />.<br />24. One song that's meaningful to you?<br />---> find me by david gates.<br />25. One thing you totally regret?<br />---> i learn from each mistake in my life...<br />.<br />26. Do people like you? Do you like them?<br />--->i dont know if they like me but im just me.<br />27. Is your birthday on a holiday?<br />---> no its not, its the day after valentine's day<br />.<br />28. What’s your wish for your birthday?<br />---> world peace!<br />29. Someone who means a lot to you at this moment?<br />---> hmmm were just friends, but im praying for someone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-4553724098707572859?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-29092199052282880862009-02-11T10:09:00.003+08:002009-02-11T10:37:08.416+08:00Its time to clear clutter from my heart....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SZI5xoKttTI/AAAAAAAAAns/iRdkPYuqa6g/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301363236127225138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SZI5xoKttTI/AAAAAAAAAns/iRdkPYuqa6g/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br />Our hearts and mind accumulate lots of clutter.As we rub shoulders with the world we inevitably and even unknowingly pick up ungodly thoughts and attitudes along the way. I know along the way I must have grieved the heart of God throught the things i say, the things i hvae done and things i have thought about. I hope I can make this a spiritual work day and the days onward to clean and discard thoughts of bitterness, thoughts of rebelion and revenge and put damaging memories in place. I can organize my attitudes and fill my heart with the virtues in God's word- making my spiritual residence clean as I confess to God my sins and He will purify me once again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-2909219905228288086?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-6229722750892515662009-02-09T07:39:00.000+08:002009-02-09T07:40:38.779+08:00Find MeThe skies are not as blue, when you're not with me<br />The stars, they never seem to shine as bright<br />And the hours crack like days across the ages<br />And a year or two pass by with every night.<br />It makes me know if i should ever leave this world before you do<br />When you follow you must promise, cross your heart and promise to<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Find me...look hard, and dont stop, I'll be waiting 'till then<br />Dont sleep, and dont eat 'till I'm back, back in your arms again<br />I dont wanna have to spend all my forever without you.<br />Just knowing that your out there somewhere too. <br />So darlin...please I'm begging you on bended knee...<br />Find me...<br /><br />I've tried to tell this world how much i love you.<br />But they dont understand how deep it goes.<br />And i can't even find the words to tell you<br />So I'm the only one who really knows.<br />And though we have our times together, I am always wanting more<br />So if we get separated wont you do just like before and<br /><br />(Chorus 2)<br />Find me...look hard and dont stop, I'll be waiting 'till then<br />Dont sleep, and dont eat 'till I'm back, back in your arms again<br />Through a hundred million faces you will see me shinning through.<br />'Cause I'll glow when you come close , I always do.<br />So darlin' please im begging you on bended knee..<br />We can share our love through all eternity<br />'Cause with you is all i ever wanna be......<br />Find me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-622972275089251566?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-14417511437143815222009-01-22T13:14:00.004+08:002009-01-22T13:38:24.377+08:00Untitled<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SXgER9O9hBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RmnzWegLwpc/s1600-h/d1862a7596867ab4.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293986068515619858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SXgER9O9hBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RmnzWegLwpc/s320/d1862a7596867ab4.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">You have seen my heart oh Lord</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">so much noise going on inside</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">full of unwanted emotions</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">full of things that i have to let go</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">i have heard it screaming</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now i lift my heart to you</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">to decide to give it to you alone</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">hear each beat of my heart</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">and snatch me away from the web of the</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">decietful ways of the enemy.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">I turn my eyes on You</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">and hope not to fall into the enemy's trap once again.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Never be fooled' again by false's love sweet promises.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">never be entangled again by its decietful ways.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-1441751143714381522?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649721.post-14412131226291685162009-01-11T06:43:00.003+08:002009-01-11T06:59:46.967+08:00I cry out....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SWkoOockhmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Gvz6iGWwGzs/s1600-h/tears.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289803469163890274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCen45dUBkQ/SWkoOockhmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Gvz6iGWwGzs/s320/tears.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br />Job 31:20<br />I cry out to you, but you do not answer.<br />I stand up but you merely look at me.<br /><br />Thoughts: I understand dear Lord that there are times in my life that you just watch me. There are times that you are silent in my life(may be i was too busy with the world that I cant seem to hear you), making me feel that pain is inevitable in this life. Many times I have broken your heart, and i have cried out to You and only feel Your presence guiding me, wiping my tears away, embracing me in Your love, and in the shelter of your wings I hide.I am sorry if many times I have failed You and with emotions and thoughts in my heart and mind, but I know You wait on me calling me through Your still small voice reminding me to go on. Thank You Lord that with Your word in my heart our relationship deepens into an intimate relationship that will make all clear to me. I thank you for being there always.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649721-1441213122629168516?l=zelmarqs.blogspot.com'/></div>ZELMARQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03380454844507062669noreply@blogger.com0