<?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-7681106904195819444</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:11.952-08:00</updated><category term='wycliffe bible translators'/><category term='ceres bus'/><title type='text'>The Great Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'>My unforgettable journey as a hopelessly flawed but graciously forgiven dude in the Island of Boracay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1043764948490906890</id><published>2009-11-01T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:14:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like water to my soul</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. I stood in front of a congragation and shared the "Faithfulness of GOD". I generally am very comfortable with pulpit ministry but this one is rather unique. It flowed like water, not because I was well prepared but I believe that the HOLY SPIRIT took over and spoke through me and TO ME. My eyes were filled with tears and my voice a bit shaky as the LORD reminded me that HE hasn't forgotten me.That HE is good and HIS love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;This was an overwhelming experience. The truth is that my immediate situation haven't changed and that I still am in need, but it didn't matter.He is still GOD and I have to let HIM be.&lt;br /&gt;To trust in HIM and HIS plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried so much tears of joy? Today, I did. I don't know what would happen and how things will unfold but I trust that the LORD is GOD and HE is a faithful GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I think that my relationship with my Heavenly Father is sweeter today not because HE may answer my prayers but because HE confirmed HIS fatherhood to me. I think I'm growing.&lt;br /&gt;HE poured HIS grace to me today, like water to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely isYour dwelling placeOh Lord Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;For my soul longs And even faints For You&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here my heart Is satisfied Within Your presence&lt;br /&gt;I sing beneath The shadow of Your wings&lt;br /&gt;Better is one day in Your courts&lt;br /&gt;Better is one day in Your house&lt;br /&gt;Better is one day in Your courts Than thousands elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;One thing I ask,And I would seek,&lt;br /&gt;To see Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;To find You inThe place Your glory dwells&lt;br /&gt;My heart and flesh cry outTo You, the Living God&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit's water to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I've tasted, and I've seen Come once again to me&lt;br /&gt;I will draw near to You I will draw near to You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1043764948490906890?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1043764948490906890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1043764948490906890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1043764948490906890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1043764948490906890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-water-to-my-soul.html' title='Like water to my soul'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5831835323859458121</id><published>2009-10-31T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:14:12.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is faithful</title><content type='html'>It was saturday evening at 8pm  and my brother John asked me if I am able to preach this sunday. We have been talking a lot about our struggles, both his and mine. I asked him what subject would he want me to share and he said, what about the faithfulness of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lump in my throat but decided to accept the invitation. I know doctrinaly that GOD is faithful but can I really say it and believe it at this time of my need?&lt;br /&gt;I took out my bible and studied God's faithfulness and I cannot help it but cry. It so so easy to believe in GOD's faithfulness in abundance, when the bank account looks good, vacations are exciting, the love of families and friends are overflowing, bosses thinks well of you, your wife thinks you are cute (still) and you are comfortable.What if suddenly you are thrown in the lion's den or being tied up to be thrown in a furnace or riding a boat in the middle of the night being swamped by a storm is GOD still faithful?&lt;br /&gt;I have made many sermon notes but by far this has been the toughest one as it hits the core of my heart. This sermon is meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;Can I say "when the darkness closes in, LORD, still I will say Blessed be your name"?&lt;br /&gt;Five hours of reading scriptures and crying, I can honestly say that GOD is faithful regardless of circumstances. I may not understand what is happening but I have to let HIM be GOD and believe that what HE does is for my ultimate good and will bring HIM glory even if I must cry.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to cry while sitting at my heavenly father's lap. I don't understand but it is OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5831835323859458121?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5831835323859458121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5831835323859458121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5831835323859458121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5831835323859458121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-is-faithful.html' title='God is faithful'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1021204804623794391</id><published>2009-10-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:15:17.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the king's horses</title><content type='html'>i was invited to meet with the ministerial group once again to see if they can accomodate my needs for the project. They all know that I've lived in canada for 25 years and maybe assumed that I do not speak nor understand the common language anymore. Most of the conversation revolved around politics (again). They were talking to a man and guaranteeing him a post in congress as they claimed that they can "persuade"the mass. This was like watching a chess match where pawns and other pieces are manipulated to get political results, unfortunately the players are "ministers" of the gospel. The pulpits have become a place of propaganda rather than insight for Godly living.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the country is in need of a political leader that fears the LORD, whose mind is not corrupted by material things and who is upright in his ways.I believe that it is a christian duty to pray for good leadership ,vote and be proactive in causes that affects the country, but the church and the pulpit should not be used as a voicebox of politics, it belongs to GOD. It should be a place where we learn to "do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with GOD" and not "this person is the answer to our crisis".&lt;br /&gt;This country has a political crisis, moreso, this country has a big spiritual crisis. The spiritual leaders are waiting to crown a new "king Saul"and  expecting the the king will bring us to the promised land with political will.&lt;br /&gt;I left the meeting with no resolve. I do not have an interest in getting help in this way. At least I got a free meal out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1021204804623794391?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1021204804623794391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1021204804623794391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1021204804623794391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1021204804623794391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-kings-horses.html' title='All the king&apos;s horses'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4915819701662764470</id><published>2009-10-15T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:57:18.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening in the political arena</title><content type='html'>I finally got in touch of the head bishop in the Philippines. He invited me to come see him with his ministerial group, mostly pastors of different denominational churches in Manila. I have never met a bishop before so I was a bit intimidated but excited at the same time. I tried to get as many information about him in preparation for the meeting. I found out that he has been the spiritual "advisor and friend" of past presidents of the Republic including the incumbent. He studied under the tutulage of my previous pastor in my church in cubao and was a roommate of my friend during their times in bible school. I feel comfortable and ready to meet him with the expectation that he somehow would be able to assist me with my project.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a group of pastors that have more cell phones than an average joe, each phones ringing  constantly  like a set from a busy call center. The phone conversations sounded cabal and it is making me feel uneasy. I feel that I am in a political boiler room operation. I was hoping for a spiritual encouragement in meeting these men, but why are my "spider senses" telling me something else? We arranged another meeting to deal with my needs. This was not an encouraging evening, not that I did not get any help for my needs but that my expectations of a ministerial group is to provide spiritual things and not political opportunities. What a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4915819701662764470?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4915819701662764470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4915819701662764470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4915819701662764470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4915819701662764470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/evening-in-political-arena.html' title='An evening in the political arena'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1305771528937442761</id><published>2009-10-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:00:08.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try and try again</title><content type='html'>I figured if the financial institutions and the government cannot assist me perhaps the christian community can. I went and visited an organization called the Center For Community Transformation. They met with me and shared what they do for the glory of GOD. I was impressed by their work. One of their street work is pretty much comparable to what I've done with the UGM in New West. They are not able to help me but they were able to get me in contact with the head bishop of the the evangelical churches in the Philippines. A strong sense of encouragement was placed in my heart once again. At least a new opportunity lit up its way. I pray that the LORD would continue to guide me in this adventure of a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1305771528937442761?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1305771528937442761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1305771528937442761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1305771528937442761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1305771528937442761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-and-try-again.html' title='Try and try again'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8284357008172002679</id><published>2009-10-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:32:58.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your Blessings</title><content type='html'>This has been such terrible times for me. I can almost sympathize with the Detroit Lions with their losing record. I cannot seem to get any breaks at all in spite of my hard work and tenacity. Part of me wants to quit and just go home yet I know that I must endure hardships and follow the LORD regardless. "GOD is not finished yet", I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;One wonderful silver lining is that I am having a great time "getting to know" my brother John again. It has been a long time since we actually talked. It is so nice to see and hear his walk with the LORD. I am very encouraged to  hear what GOD has done in his life. I am also enjoying the company of his children.  I have to continue to count my blessings. Life is tough, but GOD is still good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,&lt;br /&gt;When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings, name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="refrain"&gt;&lt;span class="refrain"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;*Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.&lt;br /&gt;[*And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you ever burdened with a load of care?&lt;br /&gt;Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?&lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep singing as the days go by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you look at others with their lands and gold,&lt;br /&gt;Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;&lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings—wealth can never buy&lt;br /&gt;Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, amid the conflict whether great or small,&lt;br /&gt;Do not be discouraged, God is over all;&lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings, angels will attend,&lt;br /&gt;Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8284357008172002679?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8284357008172002679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8284357008172002679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8284357008172002679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8284357008172002679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your Blessings'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-9005081450480624078</id><published>2009-10-07T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:47:00.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewpoint</title><content type='html'>I was at the Farmer's Market today and saw 3 little kids no older than my son J.J. They were malnourished and seemed stricken my some skin disease. I bought them a dozen donuts and walked away. I heard them yelling thank you to me. I turned around and smiled back at them. I noticed one of the boys took 5 of the donuts and ran inside a culvert. I peeped in and saw him putting donuts on the hands of other sleeping children. A beggar giving other beggars a food to eat.  I was tremendously blessed to have seen this. What am I complaining about? My problems are small comparing to these little ones. GOD bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-9005081450480624078?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/9005081450480624078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=9005081450480624078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9005081450480624078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9005081450480624078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Viewpoint'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-371698439822320969</id><published>2009-10-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:31:07.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I embarked today to see if I can get some assistance from the government level. I contacted the United Nations in Manila and they invited me to visit an organization under their umbrella to see if they can help me out. I went to see the operations director and told me that they specialize in Small and Medium Enterprise just like mine.This was sounding very promising.I shared my plans and paperwork for a whole hour. He applauded me for my vision and then gave me their offerings. I can borrow money for my project at a cost of 35% for annum.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I said at the top of my lungs. How do expect your clients to get above the level of their situation with such crazy usurious rates as these?. The man shrugged his shoulders and said that this is the way it is It seemed that the only ones getting real help here are the "poor" bankers. I left with a sick feeling in my stomach. These are people that are supposed to make a difference in the lives of others, instead it breaks the back of the people that truly needs help. Dear God, where do i go now?&lt;br /&gt;The sun'll come out Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bet your bottom dollarThat tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;There'll be sun!&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin' about Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Clears away the cobwebs, And the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Til there's none!&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stuck with a day&lt;br /&gt;That's gray,&lt;br /&gt;And lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I just stick out my chin&lt;br /&gt;And grin,&lt;br /&gt;And say,&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The sun'll come out Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So ya gotta hang on Tïll tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come what may&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;You're always&lt;br /&gt;A day&lt;br /&gt;A way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-371698439822320969?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/371698439822320969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=371698439822320969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/371698439822320969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/371698439822320969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8449013448938295321</id><published>2009-10-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:49:49.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading my sorrows</title><content type='html'>I probably have gone to all the major banks in Manila with having the very same results of giving me a pat in the back for my plans and that .."oh, I wish there were more like you" platitudes. It is so hard to keep coming up empty in spite of all my effort. Everybody seems to like the idea  of someone taking the" risk of their lives" to try to make a difference, they will cheer but they themselves will not jump into the arena because of risk. As one of the banker told me, "we prefer to make a difference without the use of our money, it is too much of a risk." Once again, I came home feeling like a reject,but still believing that I must continue on pressing towards the goal regardless of the pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;The word RISK got me in deep thoughts. It enabled me to think a bit differently about many things in life. We work hard to build security and comfort for us then we become risk averse in helping others if it means that it will lessen our comfort level. We quote the passage that says "Each man should give what he has decided to give...God loves a cheerful giver" and loathed the "tenth" idea of a tithe claiming that we are now under grace, not because we understand the principle but because we can give less and not feel bad about it. We don't really have to pray and trust God for our daily bread when we can stock our pantries that can last for weeks, we just pray in a mechanical fashion.&lt;br /&gt;This is a good experience for me regardless of my present condition. I must trust the LORD in the "middle of the night" and not just in the light of day. HE will come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trading my                      sorrow&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm trading my shame&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                    I'm trading my sickness&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm trading my pain&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;                    And we say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord Amen&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                    I'm pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned&lt;br /&gt;                    Struck down but not destroyed&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure&lt;br /&gt;                    And his joy's gonna be my strength&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                    Though the sorrow may last for the night&lt;br /&gt;                    His joy comes with the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8449013448938295321?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8449013448938295321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8449013448938295321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8449013448938295321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8449013448938295321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/trading-my-sorrows.html' title='Trading my sorrows'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5120004933851325010</id><published>2009-10-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:56:47.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Cynthia</title><content type='html'>I was awakened by my brother's scream early morning. I came out of my room and saw him cradling my sister in law on the dining room floor.I ran outside to get a taxi. The taxi then fled the scene when we told him that this was a medical emergency. Fortunately, the neighbor lent us their van. My brother and I took my sis-in law to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;After several tests, they found out that she passed out due to internal bleeding caused by ruptured fibroids. She has lost a lot of blood and needing immediate surgery. My brother had to go to the Red Cross for four liters of blood. It is good for me to be here and be of help to my brother's family.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my pressing needs at this present time, I feel that the LORD has sent me to Manila for other purposes as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5120004933851325010?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5120004933851325010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5120004933851325010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5120004933851325010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5120004933851325010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/ate-cynthia.html' title='Ate Cynthia'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-619966520648512464</id><published>2009-09-30T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:41:54.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banking 101</title><content type='html'>I went to see the Vice President of a bank today to ask for assistance in acquiring a loan for my project. She shared to me how pleased she was in having someone like me who is willing to risk it all for others but her bank would be unable to give assistance because of the conservative nature of her bank. She was pleased to let me know that it was the "conservative" regulation that allowed them to ride the wave of the global economic disaster and the reason for their good liquidity. I reminded her that this regulation is also the reason why this place remains as an under developed country and as to why the lending rates are kept at a very high percentages. Seems that only the rich gets the advantage of getting bank loans while the rest gets a loan from somewhere else that usually milks them for everything they got.&lt;br /&gt;An average bank gives between 10 -15% rate APR while the other non traditional lending companies would charge as high as 35%. Talk about sticking it to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;I left the bank feeling a bit hopeless, tired and angry. Asking GOD why and not getting any response. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-619966520648512464?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/619966520648512464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=619966520648512464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/619966520648512464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/619966520648512464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/banking-101.html' title='Banking 101'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8926225339911949724</id><published>2009-09-30T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:52.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leptospirosis</title><content type='html'>THE Department of Health yesterday reported that there is an outbreak of leptospirosis, a usually rare bacterial infection, in three barangays in Marikina and expects an upsurge of cases of the disease in Metro Manila and the regions of Rizal and the Calabarzon following the flooding brought by tropical storm “Ondoy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s an outbreak there because in 2008, Marikina had zero cases.We expect a lot more cases in Rizal (province) and Calabarzon,” he said, citing areas where hospital data is still coming in and where stagnating floodwaters remain in heavily populated communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The disease has afflicted more people in Metro Manila in the last two weeks than it typically does in an entire year, attributing the “outbreak” to large numbers of people wading in floodwaters carrying the bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Metro Manila alone, the DoH has recorded 1,027 leptospirosis patients, with 89 deaths, for a high 8.6 percent mortality rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health chief added that one million people in the Calabarzon region are at risk of exposure to the bacteria, while 700,000 people are vulnerable in Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leptospirosis is spread through animal urine mixed in with floodwater entering openings in human skin. It usually takes two weeks after infection to manifest flu-like symptoms. If not diagnosed early enough, it can lead to meningitis, liver damage and death. Nearly one in ten afflicted so far has died, an extremely high mortality rate for any disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The best prevention is to stay out of polluted floodwaters. However,  many people have to walk in floodwater to return to their homes or simply to get from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many places remain under water since typhoon “Ondoy” struck and submerged large parts of Metro Manila and outlying areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several friends from my church in Canada sent me some money to help out in the calamity. I was able to buy and dispense a good amount of medications for the dreaded leptospirosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8926225339911949724?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8926225339911949724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8926225339911949724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8926225339911949724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8926225339911949724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/leptospirosis.html' title='Leptospirosis'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5925481797472119790</id><published>2009-09-29T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:06:19.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity seekers</title><content type='html'>Inasmuch as there were plenty of people that wants to make a difference to help others during this crisis, there were also plenty of people that saw this destructive storm as an opportunity to make money. Several folks have gone to the U.S and Canada to buy the computer modules for the waterlogged vehicles that needed repair, some have found a way to sell the donated clothing that came from overseas. some have gone to ransack the homes that were left abandoned. Some organizations kept collecting donations while their warehouses are stacked high with goods that are not being moved at all. It is hard to figure out who to trust in this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5925481797472119790?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5925481797472119790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5925481797472119790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5925481797472119790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5925481797472119790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/opportunity-seekers.html' title='Opportunity seekers'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7535397566592025966</id><published>2009-09-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:56:45.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help wanted</title><content type='html'>I went to a warehouse today and helped out bag care packages for the flood stricken. It is encouraging to see an overwhelming response to the need. Both the rich and the poor are giving what they can to help out. It saddens me though to see that this event is also being used for political gain and personal empowerment. Several areas seems to get the advantage of quick response because it affected the area where movie stars reside while the poorest neighborhood is at the bottom of the totem pole.One actor got a hold of a speed boat and rescued a fellow actor while ignoring the pleas of others.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the flood area and gave out the care packages. The water levels have receded but the area is now dealing with a foot of mud. One hundred sixty people perished and the numbers are climbing. I saw a  body of a child and her dog floating by the river. Listened to people's stories Several bodies have been found submerged under the mud that they are stepping upon. The possibility of diseases is a growing concern. Several people haven't eaten for days, many are wearing muddied clothing. Cars that were submerged are now mud filled.One of the cell phone companies opened up a communication post for public use. Most have lost just about everything they owned but still finds a way to laugh at their situation. I have not found or heard of one person blaming GOD for this catastrophe in fact they are thanking GOD because it could have been worst.&lt;br /&gt;My experience at UGM have served me well in assisting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7535397566592025966?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7535397566592025966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7535397566592025966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7535397566592025966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7535397566592025966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-wanted.html' title='Help wanted'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-687762952395062178</id><published>2009-09-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:41:21.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the rain came down</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning and heard my brother John's voice.They just came home from Indonesia visiting their eldest daughter.Storm "Ondoy" also came in this morning and is dropping bucket loads lot of rain along the way. The water along the house is sharply increasing and the roads are now calf deep.Fortunately we are on high elevation and don't think that the water will get inside the house. News about this storm is starting to cause some panic.Highways are now shut down due to high flood levels and many cars are being abandoned. People in some communities are now heading towards their rooftops due to flash floods.&lt;br /&gt;TV News are coming in fast about the devastation this storm has brought. Mass of people are stuck at the airport and at public rail system. Malls and schools are quickly shutting down but the folks cannot go home due to flood. Inhabitants living by the riversides are now dealing with six feet of water in less that 3 hours, some are being swiped by the strong current. Some of the schools are now 2 stories underwater.This is the worst flood in over 40 years and the and city is ill equipped to deal with such calamity. Military is now being deployed to help out but needing boats to get to the devastated area. Several trucking businesses are trying to evacuate people out of their rooftops. About 40 % of the greater manila area was hit by flood.&lt;br /&gt;One army personnel was able to save at least 23 people before he succumbed to the power of the rushing flood.Such a truly heroic act of giving oneself for the sake of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-687762952395062178?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/687762952395062178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=687762952395062178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/687762952395062178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/687762952395062178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-rain-came-down.html' title='And the rain came down'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1396126776371224012</id><published>2009-09-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:11:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity party</title><content type='html'>I decided to take a break from my battles and do something fun. I went to the Mall of Asia and tried to see if I can get an opportunity to play some ice hockey. There were about 7 canadian  expatriates that were on the ice and quite a handful of filipino players and guess what, no goalies. I was salivating like a dog. "Let me in, let me", in I kept yelling at them. Someone noticed me and asked if I play and I said I'd love to play goal if you have an equipment. They do not have any equipments.Another stab in my already broken heart. I sat there for a while wondering what it's like to play today. I bit my lip, my eyes swelled and threw a pity party. I just realized that I just acted like my four year old son J.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, like son like father. One day I'll get back on the ice... One day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1396126776371224012?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1396126776371224012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1396126776371224012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1396126776371224012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1396126776371224012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pity-party.html' title='Pity party'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7109946991980233929</id><published>2009-09-23T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:25:17.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the giants</title><content type='html'>I met up with the Chief Financial Officer of a bank in Makati. He is an acquaintance of my brother. He took my paperwork and told me that there is not much they can do for me at the moment but he will pass this info to the Vice President. I am not sure what to expect. I am hoping that something would materialize but it not up to me. I was told to call back in a weeks time. I went to other banks and pleaded my cause but was not getting anywhere. They all commended me for my passion and vision but they are unwilling to help me in any financial means. All because I do not have any financial track record in the Philippines. I am land rich but cash poor, so they say. If only I can get a loan guarantor then everything will be ok. I told one banker that GOD is my co-signer. He told me to go to Mt.Sinai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7109946991980233929?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7109946991980233929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7109946991980233929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7109946991980233929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7109946991980233929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-giants.html' title='Facing the giants'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8334588550462081543</id><published>2009-09-21T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:56:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RO RO your boat</title><content type='html'>I had to go to Manila to seek assistance in getting funding for the project. I have decided to take the Nautical Highway and rode the ferry. This is like the smaller version of the BC ferries. Buses and other vehicles are rolled in then off to the great sunset. The ferry was packed and all seat were taken. The upper deck of the ship is filled with roosters. It looks like the crowds are going to a cock-fighting event. The ride is 5 hours long and the only food available on board is the instant noodles.I found a seat by the cafeteria, ate 2 cups of noodles, played with some kids then dozed off for a bit.We got to the Island of Mindoro, rode the bus then traveled for four hours to another ferry terminal.The ferry was delayed for an hour so I got an opportunity to fill my tummy with hamburger and potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went in line for the ferry so that I can get a "good" seat. Lo and behold I got a hold of a nice comfy couch. Finally, some good news for my tired and decrepit body.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready to sleep when some "crazy" staff  decided to turn on the TV which is right beside the couch.Half of the ship wanted to watch a show and apparently I placed myself on the "entertainment" area of the ship. Is this Murphy's law or what?&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it to the port of Batangas two hours after.Rode the bus en route to my family home in Cubao. Just as I was getting comfy, the roosters inside the bus decided to crow. Just like clockwork, at 4:30am how do they know what time it is ?Who the heck placed the roosters in the bus?I would've loved to have a stove and a wok at that very time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it to Cubao at 6am and it is pouring rain.Two ferry rides, two buses, 15 roosters,2 cups of instant noodles, 1 semi cold hamburger and 15 hours after, I finally finished my Amazing Race. Welcome to Quezon City. Slept most of Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8334588550462081543?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8334588550462081543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8334588550462081543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8334588550462081543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8334588550462081543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/ro-ro-your-boat.html' title='RO RO your boat'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6444337277137670250</id><published>2009-09-15T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:08:21.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In praise of a faithful wife</title><content type='html'>Throughout all this "desert" experience.I have greatly admired the strength and faith that my dear wife has. She has constantly reminded me of GOD's care and told me not to buckle down to pressure. She is gracious and kind and my portion forever. I am such a blessed man. Thinking about her makes me want to praise the LORD for giving me such a wonderful partner in life. I know that it hasn't been easy for her as well and am very thankful for all the friends we have in Surrey that constantly minister to her and our kids.I love you sweetie and I will marry you every year if you let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-6444337277137670250?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6444337277137670250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6444337277137670250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6444337277137670250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6444337277137670250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-praise-of-faithful-wife.html' title='In praise of a faithful wife'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5454112391224394911</id><published>2009-09-14T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:53:50.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I trust you LORD ?</title><content type='html'>I woke up today feeling sluggish and defeated. My heart beats faster and my mind aimlessly wanders about my not so distant past. Not too long ago I had a nice home, a great career, surrounded by loving  family and friends  and plenty of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I can almost audibly hear someone telling me "you shouldn't have left for GOD has forgotten you." I wept deeply and felt the agony of where I am at the moment. Feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the scriptures and read the the book of Exodus.&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to gloss over the content of the word sometimes because we are vastly separated by time. Today I kinda understand what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;israelites&lt;/span&gt; must have been feeling when they were complaining to Moses about leaving the comforts of life in Egypt, roaming the wild desert and impatiently waiting for GOD to bring them to the promised land. "You brought us here to die"some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;israelites&lt;/span&gt; said to Moses.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my greatest fear is that if this thing does not materialize then everything that I have worked for will turn to ashes. I have placed everything that I am and everything that we have in doing what GOD called us to do here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;. We risked it all for what GOD has laid in our hearts and today I feel that I am aimlessly wandering in the desert.Feeling left out and failed.&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk and listened to my MP3 to sooth my spirit. I can feel that the spiritual battle is building up and I have to constantly meditate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GOD's&lt;/span&gt; word and HIS promises. I am physically shaking yet constantly singing the goodness of GOD. Sometimes I feel that I cannot hang on any longer but I believe that GOD is hanging on to me.&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed and and found myself singing I surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Surrender All &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wrestled in the darkness of this lonely pilgrim land&lt;br /&gt;Raising strong and mighty fortresses that I alone command&lt;br /&gt;But these castles I've constructed by the strength of my own hand&lt;br /&gt;Are just temporary kingdoms on foundations made of sand&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the battle I believe I've finally found&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know the thrill of victory 'til I'm willing to lay down&lt;br /&gt;All my weapons of defense and earthly strategies of war&lt;br /&gt;So I'm laying down my arms and running helplessly to Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all my silent hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Though the price to follow costs me everything&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all my human soul desires&lt;br /&gt;If sacrifice requires&lt;br /&gt;That all my kingdoms fall&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the source of my ambition is the treasure I obtain&lt;br /&gt;If I measure my successes on a scale of earthly gain&lt;br /&gt;If the focus of my vision is the status I attain&lt;br /&gt;My accomplishments are worthless and my efforts are in vain&lt;br /&gt;So I lay aside these trophies to pursue a higher crown&lt;br /&gt;And should You choose somehow to use the life I willingly lay&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all the triumph for it's only by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;I relinquish all the glory, I surrender all the praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am, all I've done, and all I've known&lt;br /&gt;Now belongs to You, the life I live is not my own&lt;br /&gt;Just as Abraham laid Isaac on the sacrificial fire&lt;br /&gt;If all I have is all that You desire&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 11 years, I have preached  the great news of the word of GOD. Telling immeasurable stories of how GOD came through in spite of imminent danger and impossible situations and how faithful GOD is and that you can take him for HIS word. I have sang many a song like All to Jesus I surrender, Take my life and let it be, Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. I know my doctrine and theology but this time there is only one thing that I need to know."Do I trust you, LORD?"&lt;br /&gt;I will trust you LORD and this moment has no turning back, it is a full commitment even in the midst of fear and trepidation.Putting my all in your mighty hands and not leaning on my own understanding.Believing that whatever happens, you know best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5454112391224394911?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5454112391224394911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5454112391224394911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5454112391224394911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5454112391224394911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-i-trust-you-lord.html' title='Do I trust you LORD ?'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3426536144208076853</id><published>2009-09-09T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:14:39.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>I went to visit the Development Bank of the Philippines in Kalibo and applied for a loan. They told me that it would be hard to impossible to give me a loan on the basis of my non financial record in the country but they will try to put the papers in and see what happens.I will take about 60 days just to see if they will even agree to finance me. They have financed a lot of project in Boracay and know the value of real estate in the area. I was told that I am in great shape because my land is titled and they are expecting that this specific land to increase in value. The current value of the land is $540K. They are expecting it to increase to about $2M due to a high development area. Still, it is not enough for banks to finance the deal due to it's very conservative nature.&lt;br /&gt;I left the bank a bit dejected but still believing that the good LORD has plans for my future.&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus back to Boracay , sat down and prayed. I smelled a korean bbq sauce somewhere in the bus so I decided to investigate, went to the back and saw these 3 korean ladies having a heyday with their very late lunch. I told them that it is illegal for foreigners to eat in the bus without sharing it to a local. They smiled and gave me some.I figured if I can't get a bank loan at least I can get a free meal somewhere :).&lt;br /&gt;My new korean friends are studying at a bible school in Dumaguete and this is their first time to visit Boracay. I offered my services to be their guide during their stay in the island. They stayed at the place where I'm staying and took them to a seafood restaurant for dinner. They enjoyed their evening so much that they paid for my dinner. GOD knew that I needed company and HE sent me this group to encourage me and feed me. They gave their names and hoped that the Oasis Resort be ready by the time they come back and promised that they will help me in letting the bible school be a part of the clientele when I'm ready.This is an encouragement that I needed to hear at this time.GOD is GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3426536144208076853?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3426536144208076853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3426536144208076853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3426536144208076853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3426536144208076853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7806388455715129955</id><published>2009-09-07T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:52:05.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will praise you in the storm</title><content type='html'>We seemed to have hit a financial snag. Without going into much detail, our project is going to slow down due to a financial difficulty. I now must try to find a way to navigate through finding some funding to continue this project. We are now at 20 % completion. The first building now has walls on the first floor and the main building has foundation and pillars however we will not be able to continue much further until we get the funding corrected.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the 3 local banks here and applied for a collateral loan. All of them applauded me for the project but unfortunately is not able to help me for a loan. Even though I have a sizable land value of P24M ($577K) I do not have any financial track record here in the Philippines and ultimately that is the one that counts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding this situation very difficult to deal with because it was rather unexpected. I prayed for wisdom and sought help but it seemed that only I'm hitting walls. I find myself walking by the beach and praying to the LORD for help. It doesn't help that I'm by myself and feeling the pangs of loneliness and now this.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room , read the scriptures and worshiped the LORD in my tears. I found myself singing the song " I will praise you in the storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise You in This Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;and wiped our tears away,&lt;br /&gt;stepped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I say amen&lt;br /&gt;and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;for You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;and though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;and raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;my strength is almost gone how can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;if I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;and as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7806388455715129955?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7806388455715129955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7806388455715129955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7806388455715129955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7806388455715129955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-praise-you-in-storm.html' title='I will praise you in the storm'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7161535519410800947</id><published>2009-08-25T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:33:35.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoeless Joes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXtwC6MgI/AAAAAAAAANU/xrWmplxxwxI/s1600-h/school+020.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/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXtwC6MgI/AAAAAAAAANU/xrWmplxxwxI/s320/school+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392664416069759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXtaVtukI/AAAAAAAAANM/uE0en4REFzg/s1600-h/school+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXtaVtukI/AAAAAAAAANM/uE0en4REFzg/s320/school+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392664410243054146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXsnjbetI/AAAAAAAAANE/fVWaD9hg-l4/s1600-h/school+011.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/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXsnjbetI/AAAAAAAAANE/fVWaD9hg-l4/s320/school+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392664396610370258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to watch the school district sports meet in Malay community. There were a lot of elementary student athletes that participated in the event. The kids camped at the school classrooms for the 3 day sports meet. There were baseball, badminton, volleyball, track and field, and table tennis. The baseball players are all shoeless and was playing in the corner of the oval track. The game pauses whenever a runner is going around the corner of the oval. It's pretty hysterical. What they lack in equipment and fundamentals are rather balanced by their laughter and fair play. They are in need of baseball gloves. It was a treat to watch kids playing games. The Yapak elementary school kids are the only ones without any uniforms. They are the poorest kids in the district.They looked like the little rascals only funnier. The kids in Boracay just love playing any type of sports. It will be a good way to minister to them in a special way.I'd love to teach them ball hockey. Can you send me some sticks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7161535519410800947?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7161535519410800947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7161535519410800947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7161535519410800947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7161535519410800947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoeless-joes.html' title='Shoeless Joes'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/StaXtwC6MgI/AAAAAAAAANU/xrWmplxxwxI/s72-c/school+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3219419247180245572</id><published>2009-08-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:44:14.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>It has been tough being alone here in the island. The work is good, the harvest is plentiful but the pain of being away from my family is starting to get to me. I find myself feeling "left out" sometimes. I am thankful for my magic jack that allows me to call my wife and my laptop that allows me to visit my friends through facebook. I am missing the touch of my family and the laughter of my friends. I am also feeling very tired.I met a new friend at church , his name is Sam and he is from Winnipeg,Manitoba. He is planning to get married here and stay for good. I now at least have someone to talk to with a canadian content. When you have an opportunity, will you send me an encouraging note? I really need it. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3219419247180245572?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3219419247180245572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3219419247180245572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3219419247180245572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3219419247180245572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5027977196646297318</id><published>2009-08-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:02:21.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxuutkxyOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yKo4RfijHoE/s1600-h/school+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxuutkxyOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yKo4RfijHoE/s320/school+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380797403587791074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a new friend today. Her name is Jessame and she is on 6th grade.Her mom works as a laundry person at the spa and I often see her helping out after school.She has such a sweet disposition. She would look for things to do to earn extra income then she'll give all the money to her mom for food.She loved the manga comics but her mom doesn't want her to talk about religion.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be an elementary school teacher someday.I asked her why and she said "because the kids need to learn better education so that they can take care of their family". She would make a good teacher , I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5027977196646297318?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5027977196646297318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5027977196646297318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5027977196646297318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5027977196646297318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/jessame.html' title='Jessame'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxuutkxyOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yKo4RfijHoE/s72-c/school+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4636162362466332178</id><published>2009-08-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:04:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeverson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxvSJBZJfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZNWbv7sRbc/s1600-h/school+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxvSJBZJfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZNWbv7sRbc/s320/school+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798012250990066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit a little village in Ilig-iligan today. I met a young boy named Jeverson. He is 10 years old and unable to read nor write. He spent 2 months in grade 1 and that is it. His dad has a grade 4 education and cannot persuade the young boy to go to school. I told him that I am willing to teach him basic reading and writing if he wants to. He agreed. The average level of education in that little village is 6th grade. The owner of the land in that village is just letting them use the area until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came today to start the lesson and found out that there were more kids that wants to participate. We had a blast. I shared some manga comics to the youth that can read and left a whole bunch of playthings and writing materials to the children.I will continue the reading lessons as I am able to. It would be nice to have a professional do this. One of the programs that Oasis would want to develop in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4636162362466332178?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4636162362466332178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4636162362466332178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4636162362466332178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4636162362466332178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeverson.html' title='Jeverson'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqxvSJBZJfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZNWbv7sRbc/s72-c/school+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5588817301693090198</id><published>2009-08-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:29:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed are the peacemakers</title><content type='html'>There were two construction workers that had an argument with the engineer. They threatened the life of the engineer and caused him to flee. Not knowing what to do, he called me and asked if I can intervene somehow. I went and visited the two men and spoke with them. They explained their point of view and also shared their "heart pains'.I explained to them that the company does not want them back out of fear and that that they are being asked to leave the island and go home. They packed their belongings and I ushered towards the tricycle station. The men started crying and apologized for their actions. We sat for a while and I shared the message of salvation to them. They gave their lives to Jesus and we hugged each other. They told me that the first thing they will do when they get home is to share the story of Jesus to their family then look for a church that can help them grow. This was an amazing moment.&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, these men were ready to kill someone and now they are ready to embrace life.&lt;br /&gt;They left the island then sent me a text message the next day to thank me for everything. I thank GOD for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5588817301693090198?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5588817301693090198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5588817301693090198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5588817301693090198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5588817301693090198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessed-are-peacemakers.html' title='Blessed are the peacemakers'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1790041538461376751</id><published>2009-08-16T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:00:41.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Oasis Boracay?</title><content type='html'>Oasis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; will be a 28 room resort in the northeastern part of the island. It is a 4 minute walk away from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ilig&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iligan&lt;/span&gt; beach, a quiet and picturesque beach in the village of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yapak&lt;/span&gt;. It is a quiet refuge where one can enjoy being away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort will also offer&lt;br /&gt;an outdoor swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;hot tub lounge&lt;br /&gt;spa service&lt;br /&gt;full serve restaurant&lt;br /&gt;coffee,juice and dessert bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; rental&lt;br /&gt;common area games room (pool table, ping pong table, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Foosball&lt;/span&gt; table, board games, video games)&lt;br /&gt;library&lt;br /&gt;butterfly garden&lt;br /&gt;theme events ( cultural nights, murder mystery, games/sports nights, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;on-site store&lt;br /&gt;water sport gear rentals (snorkel gears, sea kayaks, sea trampolines, floatation devices,etc.)&lt;br /&gt;bicycle rentals&lt;br /&gt;free shuttle service to points of interests and jetty port&lt;br /&gt;boat service&lt;br /&gt;free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voip&lt;/span&gt; service&lt;br /&gt;complimentary breakfast&lt;br /&gt;concierge service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can Relax, Play and Rejuvenate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt; not simply as a business but as a self sustaining ministry for the children and youth in the community. The village of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yapak&lt;/span&gt; is the poorest area in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;. The overall level of education amongst the inhabitants are quite low. Drop out rates in school is high and everyone is accepting that this is how life is. Only a small portion of high school grads will get to go to post secondary education due to lack of funding.The chances of getting a good job in the island is slim at best without college education and or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience Many&lt;/span&gt; just get married at a very young age only to repeat the cycle of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Portion of the income of Oasis will be set to address this specific need. It will be utilized to strengthen education by providing school materials, meals for the hungry,access to health and dental care and love in the name of our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;The resort will also be used as a training ground for young people who may wish to learn the different aspects of the hotel business and gain favorable experience to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; in the job market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of self-sustaining ministry is neither new nor innovative. The first missionaries were expected to make their own living in addition to planting the gospel. Mission stations founded in the 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and early 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; centuries, such as those in China, Zimbabwe, the Congo, Brazil, Bolivia, and many other places, became their own villages of bustling activity. Not only did the missionaries build community churches, they built schools, hospitals, and suitable infrastructures such as wells, pumps, generators, and farms. Commerce developed around the mission stations. The missions that survived were ones that eventually figured out how to grow out of the cultures in which they were planted, rather than those that imported all their technology and tried to plant a little United States along with the gospel. The latter was too hard to sustain, as it required a constant flow of funds for building and maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Oasis is going to make a huge impact in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yapak&lt;/span&gt; both in the economic and spiritual aspect of the people here.There are several ways that you can be a part of this ministry.&lt;br /&gt;1. You can continue to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Come over and spend your vacation here or be our word of mouth advertisers.The more&lt;br /&gt;money we can generate the more we can do for others.&lt;br /&gt;3.Invest with us. We are still looking for financial investors that are interested in making this&lt;br /&gt;venture a successful one. We welcome both large and small investors who are interested in&lt;br /&gt;being good stewards of their God given riches.We do also accept monetary donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I hope my stories have conveyed, it is that mission in the world of social responsibility is all about doing something practical so that others can see the difference that our faith makes to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7f1bb6ef49c844" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a7f1bb6ef49c844%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331277915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D253D6B19C93B8F21372EF0C0C2D2D94379EF1CDC.47D907C2CA5DD22C03DB3611314D110B087B8814%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f1bb6ef49c844%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWgrmS4hsQCO_ekYCF2ZTVVXzcDs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a7f1bb6ef49c844%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331277915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D253D6B19C93B8F21372EF0C0C2D2D94379EF1CDC.47D907C2CA5DD22C03DB3611314D110B087B8814%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f1bb6ef49c844%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWgrmS4hsQCO_ekYCF2ZTVVXzcDs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1790041538461376751?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1790041538461376751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1790041538461376751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1790041538461376751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1790041538461376751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-oasis-boracay.html' title='What is Oasis Boracay?'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3958566529610246034</id><published>2009-08-15T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:26:33.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD</title><content type='html'>Winter 2008 was one of the coldest ever in my memory. The snow came and covered just about everything. January was the time that our house was sold and we have to leave the premises by the end of the month. So much work for so little time. We rented a storage locker for our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We moved in the home of Rick and Louise and will be staying there until Anita and the kids are ready to go to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita decided to have an in house garage sale two days before the turnover. She placed an advertising on the local paper and I placed an ad on Craigslist. We cleaned up and prepared everything on friday night and did not go to bed till 4am. We went to Mcdonald's the next morning for breakfast. It was a sunny morning. I was not quite sure what to expect with the garage sale. I simply prayed that the LORD would honor us by selling everything we have to dispose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving back to our home when we noticed that the cul de sac was filled with people. I assumed that someone is having a party, then we found out that they were all waiting for us to open up the garage sale. We opened up the doors and mayhem began. I have never seen anything like this. At the end of the day everything was cleared except some big items. The garage sale ended at 3pm. .We still have the china cabinet, the TV, several chairs,book shelf, an electronic breast pump and a few knick knacks. We cleaned up the house and Anita moved out the tv and the breast pump in the storage locker. 7 pm came and a lady walked in and asked if we still have something for sale. I was hoping that she would buy the china cabinet but she bought the little stuff that was left over. We were trying to figure out what to do with the big items. 10 pm came and four filipinos walked in and asked if they can still buy something. We let them in and can you believe it? they bought everything that was left over. GOD honored my prayer in his time. They came back the next day to buy the tv and the electronic breast pump. That was amazing. God sure has a dramatic way in answering prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and dreams about life in canada are now fully replaced by new hopes and dreams of a new life in the Philippines. There is no turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3958566529610246034?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3958566529610246034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3958566529610246034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3958566529610246034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3958566529610246034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/sold.html' title='SOLD'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-737314076006693279</id><published>2009-08-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:47:30.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Waiting is the hardest thing in life. We have placed our home for sale. There were many lookers but not many takers. The market has dried up and the prices are starting to go down. It is starting to be discouraging when you spend a lot of time cleaning up and making your home  looking presentable and not get a single offer. Doubts starting to creep up and bogs you down.&lt;br /&gt;I was driving home from work one afternoon and I asked the LORD for a sign. "Please forgive me father for my weak faith but is it possible that you can give me something that I can hold on to?" I was caught in a traffic when I noticed that the Philippine flag is flying high on pole of the New Westminster City Hall. I called them to ask why would they be flying the Philippine flag. Nobody knows that it is even there. I took that as an answer to my prayer. I was comforted. In the same way, Anita was also feeling the angst of waiting. She told me that she was also praying while driving that GOD would ease her somehow. The vehicle in front of her was sporting a license plate that read " ENDURE". She had a good laugh. I understand why Jesus would often say," oh you of little faith". I am just glad that GOD is patient with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-737314076006693279?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/737314076006693279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=737314076006693279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/737314076006693279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/737314076006693279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/into-fire.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-187084196403456848</id><published>2009-08-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:53:53.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith is...</title><content type='html'>Anita and several friends went to the Philippines in September to see what the land is like. To physically see the land is important to the decision process. Our friends went because they were interested in perhaps coming along and moving to the Philippines with us and be a part of the mission and also help us with our kids. They returned back with a favorable response. Anita encouraged me to put the house in the market.&lt;br /&gt;We have thought that we will be living in this house for the next 20 years at least. We loved the location and the comfort that it gives. It is close to school, church and our friends.We are settled.It's our home. I have a good job at the mission that I enjoy doing and everything is good. But we strongly believe that GOD is calling us to go to Boracay. Giving up what we got for an unknown future in the Philippines is a big stretch for me.However, I believe that GOD&lt;br /&gt;didn't save me to be comfortable but to be used for his purpose. I believe that faith is about following GOD and taking Him at his word regardless of cost. There is no question that faith is important, but faith will never stand alone without obedience, we must fully obey God's commands if we are to demonstrate the meaning of faith. Throughout this time I believe that my wife had stronger faith than I am, however, I am learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-187084196403456848?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/187084196403456848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=187084196403456848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/187084196403456848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/187084196403456848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/sending-spies.html' title='Faith is...'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-648317117030620864</id><published>2009-08-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:56:12.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqUe2SzlgGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JkC31iUiwQw/s1600-h/boracay_ilig_iligan_beach_2286_high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739248073900130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqUe2SzlgGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JkC31iUiwQw/s320/boracay_ilig_iligan_beach_2286_high.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I we are now back in Canada trying to figure out what we should do. Buying land in Boracay is not going to be an easy task. Ninety percent of land in the island is under Tax Declaration, exactly does that mean? What exactly did they "BUY" was the right to use land owned by the Philippine Government on the proviso that they continue to pay the TAX due on that particular piece of Philippines Real Estate! The land belongs to, and will always continue to belong to the Philippine Government until such time that there is a change in the law. You may indeed own the "building" placed on the land, but you will NEVER legally own the real estate.I Did a lot of praying and web surfing. Majority of the land for sale in the island is out of my financial reach and I am unwilling to buy a property without a legal title.I saw an ad online about a land in Boracay, this one is one of the few titled land located in Ilig iligan which is on the northeastern part of the island. It is also known as the sunrise beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent an e-mail indicating my interest and got an undeliverable mail in return. So I just left it and went on with life waiting upon what GOD would do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a phone call at 5:30 am on a Saturday. I was expecting a call from Anita that day because she was en route to HongKong to play hockey but I reckon that this is way too early for her to say that she made it. "Are you still interested with the land for sale in Boracay?' the man said. I said yes then he asked me "are you a christian?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The owners of the land are christians and that they are excited about the plans we have for the property. We discussed a lot including that of our faith. I was excited. It seems that GOD is opening the doors to make things happen. Life, I feel, is about to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-648317117030620864?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/648317117030620864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=648317117030620864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/648317117030620864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/648317117030620864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SqUe2SzlgGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JkC31iUiwQw/s72-c/boracay_ilig_iligan_beach_2286_high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2678869947236546744</id><published>2009-08-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:22:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying on Canaan</title><content type='html'>Before leaving Vancouver, my wife and I decided that we are going to go to the mission field as "tentmakers"  .The tentmaker ministry exists for God’s glory to create self-sustaining, gospel-centered movements to change cities. We figured we can open up a resort in this island and use the income to establish,strengthen and fund different ministries that is focused on children. I am here today to gather information on this land that is "flowing with milk and honey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at one of the resort and had a chat with one of the staff. She told me that she was being underpayed and exploited by the owner and that there is nothing she can do. She needed the job. I had a conversation with the japanese owner and he relayed to me that "they need him more than he needs them". Unfortunately this is a labour practice that being ignored by the local government so long as these businesses are paying taxes and bringing in money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good portion of the businesses here are owned by internationals with little regards for the local community. For such a place that brings in a lot of tourism dollars there seems to be far less concerns toward the needs of the local people. ""It's not personal, it's just business", as what Donald Trump would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big drop out rate in the public schools. Many children are undernourished, yet in light of it people are still hopeful for what tomorrow may bring. The harvest is definitely here but there are "giants" in the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roamed and asked about the possibility of buying a land in this area. This will be a hard task and GOD would have to open doors for me and lead me each step of the way.I'm praying real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered whatever information I needed and returned back to Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2678869947236546744?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2678869947236546744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2678869947236546744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2678869947236546744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2678869947236546744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/spying-on-canaan.html' title='Spying on Canaan'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1492928541452161333</id><published>2009-08-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:33:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long journey begins with a single step</title><content type='html'>I asked for a time off at work and took a flight back to the Philipines. Got a cheap flight to HongKong. Landed at 10:30pm and slept at the airport for 13 hours enroute to Manila. I missed my connecting flight from Manila to Boracay and had to wait for 1.5 hours for the next flight. I struck a conversation with a young man from sweden. He told me that he is depressed and suicidal. His family told him to come visit his friend in HongKong and get a little break.His friend however was busy and told him to come back in couple of days and visit Boracay island in the meanwhile. Here he is at the airport stuck with me. We also happened to sit beside each other in the plane. We chatted about life and about GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the plane and boarded the pumpboat to Boracay. By the time we reached the Tambisaan Beach, he gave his life to the LORD. He then smilingly said to me " how wonderful would it be to run away from your problems and ended up meeting GOD in some exotic destination". This was my first day in Boracay. An unexpected experience, a relief from an already very long and very tiring trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1492928541452161333?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1492928541452161333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1492928541452161333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1492928541452161333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1492928541452161333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-journey-begins-with-single-step.html' title='A long journey begins with a single step'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4979238738365288784</id><published>2009-08-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:07:32.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer</title><content type='html'>I was being looked at for a possible higher position at the Union Gospel Mission where I have worked for the last 10 years. I believe that they were pretty happy with my performance and I truly relish ministering to the down and outs in the inner city of New Westminster, B.C. I have to tell them that GOD might have something different for me in the near future and I must respectfully decline until I know for sure what is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita came back from her retreat and told me that I should go back to Boracay as soon as possible to check things out. I felt that she was running faster than I but I have learned to trust her instinct. I hate to admit it but she is bang on most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some time off work and headed back to the Philippines. I wish that I can say that I am enjoying this moment but I am so afraid. I am just good at keeping it. GOD knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4979238738365288784?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4979238738365288784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4979238738365288784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4979238738365288784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4979238738365288784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/09/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6470920944011400125</id><published>2009-08-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:27:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sp6FJlfYGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/24y5OzcfkUE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376881404855982802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sp6FJlfYGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/24y5OzcfkUE/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Realizing that many folks that follow this blog may want to know how I got here to begin with. I wrote a series of articles that would give the big picture. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago. Anita and I went to the Philippines for a vacation with a bunch of our dear friends from our church. We went sightseeing and showed them the land and culture of my forefathers. No trip the the Philippines is complete without visiting the famous Boracay Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is touted by Yahoo travel as one of the top 10 best beaches in the world. It is the crown jewel of the Philippine Tourism. Our visit to the island did not disappoint but rather enhanced our wonderful vacation. The island is idyllic and gives the feeling of being away from it all. Time seems to tick very slow and the genuine smiles of the locals are effusive. This is paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a church service and found out that there are plenty of local children in the island that are undernourished and undereducated. This is the dark side of paradise. The area of the island that is often not seen by the tourists. A dirt swept under the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the LORD why is this and what can be done?. These are times I wish that I'd simply just shut up and pretend I did not see or hear anything. My question was answered. The LORD placed a strong impression in my heart as if saying "I want you to do something,I want you to go here". These are things that are hard to entertain but also hard to deny. As Larry Crabb quoted in his book Inside out, "Be willing to have a steadiness in your life disrupted if knowing GOD better requires it". It is the very same word that Jesus said in the scriptures, "follow me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this to my wife when we got back to Canada and asked her to pray about it. If this is indeed from GOD then HE would be the one that will speak to her and not me. Anita went to a ladies retreat for the weekend and told me that she would let me know what she thinks when she comes back. In all honesty, I was really scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-6470920944011400125?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6470920944011400125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6470920944011400125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6470920944011400125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6470920944011400125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sp6FJlfYGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/24y5OzcfkUE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-9127166258204881229</id><published>2009-08-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:04:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga Messiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SplCM7WebHI/AAAAAAAAAME/IblTOzxCqHg/s1600-h/200px-MangaMessiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400420101221490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SplCM7WebHI/AAAAAAAAAME/IblTOzxCqHg/s320/200px-MangaMessiah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this 285 page comic book called Manga Messiah at the Bible League store in Manila. It tells the story of Jesus from birth to ressurection. The graphics are well done and the storytelling is true to form. I bought some with the intent of lending it to the kids but I found that it is well liked by the adults as well. I have been passing this around like a tract and is well received by just about anybody. Young and old alike. Unfortunately, I only have so much to share with and hoping to be able to get more sometime. It is a great tool to share the gospel. The cost for this is $2.50. You can donate online if you wish to help me spread the gospel here in Boracay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-9127166258204881229?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/9127166258204881229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=9127166258204881229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9127166258204881229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9127166258204881229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/manga-messiah.html' title='Manga Messiah'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SplCM7WebHI/AAAAAAAAAME/IblTOzxCqHg/s72-c/200px-MangaMessiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1855685850621070531</id><published>2009-08-06T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:41:11.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's plea</title><content type='html'>I was visited by a total stranger in my home today. It was a mother who was having a problem with her son who has started using drugs. She asked me if I can talk to him before he kills himself or lands in jail. Use and or selling of drugs in the Philippines is punishable by law for up to 25 years in prison. He is only 16. Apparently someone from the area has heard that I have worked with drug addicts before and  the mom took the chance to ask me for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with them and had the opportunity to share the gospel.The boy indicated that he is having other problems and thought that drugs would somehow ease the pain.He was very contrite and sought his mom's forgiveness.This was a wonderful moment that I will cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from a town 4 hours away and was just visiting somebody here in Boracay. I persuaded them to get help from someone in their town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1855685850621070531?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1855685850621070531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1855685850621070531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1855685850621070531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1855685850621070531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/mothers-plea.html' title='A Mother&apos;s plea'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5150546155715991906</id><published>2009-08-02T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:28:07.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Paraw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So-P4RhdjCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iotdwXthjxk/s1600-h/boracay_white_beach_fun_2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671077415488546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So-P4RhdjCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iotdwXthjxk/s320/boracay_white_beach_fun_2141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So9oi_vGrOI/AAAAAAAAALs/VG3qYLOfBV0/s1600-h/20+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372627830910135522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So9oi_vGrOI/AAAAAAAAALs/VG3qYLOfBV0/s320/20+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paraw is a boat that have have main sails in which the (more or less) vertical of the two spars is permanently attached in parallel to the shorter main mast. In addition, the paraw has a head sail or jib, the main sail resembles an equilateral triangle. This is in contrast to the proa which has no head sail and the junction of the two spars is connected towards the bow. The sail of a paraw is in the shape of an isosceles triangle.&lt;br /&gt;The length of a paraw itself reaches more than 22 feet in length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraws are known to sail between 11 to 16 knots (20-30 km/h) or approximate the speed of the wind. The outriggers (ama) or katig, made of wood or more commonly, bamboo, are curved upward much like skis and provide stability. They are attached to the boat via tarik (akas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can rent a paraw for P500 ($12)/hour. It's a great way to ride the waves and enjoy the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7681106904195819444-5150546155715991906?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5150546155715991906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5150546155715991906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5150546155715991906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5150546155715991906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-paraw.html' title='What is a Paraw?'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So-P4RhdjCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iotdwXthjxk/s72-c/boracay_white_beach_fun_2141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3618096261789409359</id><published>2009-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:18:03.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your life jacket?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So9jWN3M6oI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jv1ZV5yhOoE/s1600-h/jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372622113805757058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So9jWN3M6oI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jv1ZV5yhOoE/s320/jacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new law was passed last December indicating that all passengers riding a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pump boat&lt;/span&gt; must wear a life jacket for safety. Many people disregard this law because they feel safe in the boat and nothing has ever happened that would cause worry. "It will ruin my hair or it's too hot or I'm an excellent swimmer, I can take care of myself" are some of the comments I hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I ride the boat. I do however wear it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pump boat&lt;/span&gt; was upturned by a vortex that came from nowhere. Those that were wearing the life jacket simply floated. Those that did not nearly drowned. Thankfully the coast guard reacted fast enough to save everybody.Many were hurt but thankfully none perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can say that people have changed their outlook about the use of life jackets but the fact is it will continue to be ignored much like how people see Jesus, unnecessary and insignificant until the day of reckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? where is your life jacket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3618096261789409359?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3618096261789409359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3618096261789409359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3618096261789409359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3618096261789409359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-your-life-jacket.html' title='Where is your life jacket?'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/So9jWN3M6oI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jv1ZV5yhOoE/s72-c/jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7860893381946057549</id><published>2009-07-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:21:46.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman at the well</title><content type='html'>I went to window shop for a queen size mattress at a mall today. I indicated my need for about 49 beds and a lady introduced me to a whole array of their products and costs. She asked me if I am from Canada as my hat indicated and explained to me that she had a canadian boyfriend 3 years ago.He promised to take her to canada, got her pregnant and never saw him since.She was separated with her husband at that time.Today, she is living with a new boyfriend and her husband wants her back. She has 4 kids from 3 different men. Our coversation quickly went from mattress to men.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think GOD will ever forgive me for my messy life? she asked. I shared with her the story of the woman at the well. Fortunately there were no other clients in the store as she started sobbing heavily. I shared with her the story of the cross and she asked me to pray for her.It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;I, however am still shopping for queen size mattress. I wonder where this would lead me next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7860893381946057549?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7860893381946057549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7860893381946057549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7860893381946057549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7860893381946057549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-at-well.html' title='A woman at the well'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2301154505602521191</id><published>2009-07-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:51:29.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeng</title><content type='html'>I got to spend time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Odeng&lt;/span&gt; today. He was a longtime neighbor with a penchant for booze and brawl. His family was well known in our area as the "neighbors from hell."Most members of his family has now passed away, some have moved away from the area. He, however remained in the same area. He is now homeless and age has crept up to him. We chatted about the past and I shared with him the love of Jesus. His eyes twinkled and said that he has given his life to the LORD a while ago and that he is happy regardless of his circumstance. He washes cars in the neighborhood and they give him food in return.The only thing that he really wishes for is a bible because he never ever had one. I bought one and gave it to him. I have never seen a person so delighted to have a bible.He cuddled it like it's the most precious thing and thanked me profusely. I was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blest&lt;/span&gt; to be able to provide him a bible.&lt;br /&gt;If you met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Odeng&lt;/span&gt; before, I can guarantee you that you would not think that this angry, conniving,drunk,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fight mongering&lt;/span&gt; man is salvageable.Yet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOD's&lt;/span&gt; grace and mercy transformed this man into a new creation.Only GOD can.Do not stop loving and praying for that "impossible" person.GOD is not finished with them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2301154505602521191?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2301154505602521191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2301154505602521191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2301154505602521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2301154505602521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/odeng.html' title='Odeng'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-453160743467695600</id><published>2009-07-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:23:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SncOgZkHdPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8bQhLyiZyac/s1600-h/20+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365773430816208114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SncOgZkHdPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8bQhLyiZyac/s320/20+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita went back to Canada today. I was thankful that she got to visit but I really feel bummed out that she's gone. It's really nice to spend 12 enchanting days with her. We got to celebrate our wedding aniiversary and her birthday. It was good. She told me that she was chatting with a couple at the airport in Manila and asked them if they had a nice vacation. The lady said that they live in Kalibo. Anita then said that she went to visit her husband in Boracay. "Is Joven your husband?" the lady said. They happen to be Peter and Betty Green from Wycliffe Bible Translation. They were heading back to Canada at the same time and actually was a row away from Anita's airline seat. Anita has met them before but did not recognize them. I figured that she was still lovestruck and that she left her heart in Boracay. See you soon my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-453160743467695600?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/453160743467695600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=453160743467695600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/453160743467695600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/453160743467695600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Hard to say goodbye'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SncOgZkHdPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8bQhLyiZyac/s72-c/20+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6893740487396217219</id><published>2009-07-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:45:32.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honda Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaFH0lZkcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/msHuEuXe9fU/s1600-h/20+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622375479611842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaFH0lZkcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/msHuEuXe9fU/s320/20+104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaFHlmPR4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3rszpegScec/s1600-h/20+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622371456599938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaFHlmPR4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3rszpegScec/s320/20+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got picked up at 7am to go island hopping at Honda Bay. The guide and the rest of the tourists were a bit melancholic at the start of the day but unfortunately they have me in their group. I forced them to chat.&lt;br /&gt;Honda Bay is a spanish and japanese word meaning deep, still waters.It comprised of several islets with shallow reefs bordering wonderful beaches which have become the much loved swimming, snorkeling, and diving destinations of local residents and tourists. The best recognized islands of Honda Bay are Cowrie and Bat named because of the large fruit bats coming out of their holes at sundown for their evening feed. Another is Snake island, of curvaceous tongue shape like a snake and with a white sand beach noted for large and lovely shells. Other interesting islands are Canon, Pandan, Starfish, Lu-Ii Island (derived from the word ""lulubog-lilitaw"", meaning floating and sinking island, is visible only during low tide), Señorita Island (the breeding site of lapu-lapu fish). and Meara Marina. Starfish Island, with coral reefs breaking crystal clear water onto empty, fine white sand beaches and clear water that teems with starfish. We had fun snorkelling and feeding the fishies. They have a spectacular array of jackfish and huge parrotfish that loves to eat bread off your hand.Our Aussie friend got stung by a jellyfish.This place is very beautiful but it is not as pretty as Boracay.&lt;/div&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/7681106904195819444-6893740487396217219?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6893740487396217219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6893740487396217219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6893740487396217219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6893740487396217219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/honda-bay.html' title='Honda Bay'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaFH0lZkcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/msHuEuXe9fU/s72-c/20+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7323579266241919991</id><published>2009-07-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:48:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subterranean  River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaIKCYu1lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/36Som9OHLHw/s1600-h/20+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365625712079197778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaIKCYu1lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/36Som9OHLHw/s320/20+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZoqUoHpoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CuY7RUOUyEQ/s1600-h/155490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365591082359301762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZoqUoHpoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CuY7RUOUyEQ/s320/155490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZoqEBIK-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vz2oqQXwFm8/s1600-h/to-the-river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365591077900790754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZoqEBIK-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vz2oqQXwFm8/s320/to-the-river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode a van for a two hour trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sabang&lt;/span&gt; then caught a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pumpboat&lt;/span&gt; that took us to the mouth of the famous Subterranean River which is reputed to be the longest underground navigable river in the world.It stretches for 8 kilometers.The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Princesa&lt;/span&gt; Subterranean River National Park features a spectacular limestone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karst&lt;/span&gt; landscape with its underground river. A distinguishing feature of the river is that it flows directly into the sea, and the lower portion of the river is subject to tidal influences. The area also represents a significant habitat for biodiversity conservation. The site contains a full mountain to the sea ecosystem and protects forests, which are among the most significant in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;We were entertained by the presence of monkeys while waiting for a boat that would take us inside the cave. One must be careful though as these monkeys will steal anything, including bags and cameras. Thousands of swallows live inside the cave and are seen flying all over the place and making a lot of noise as their means of sonar direction. Bats are seen hanging upside down.&lt;br /&gt;The rock formations are really amazing and the guide provided plenty of information and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; joke to make the trip informative and enjoyable. This park is short listed for the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; natural wonder of the world competition.This is a must see.&lt;/div&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/7681106904195819444-7323579266241919991?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7323579266241919991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7323579266241919991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7323579266241919991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7323579266241919991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/subterranean-river.html' title='Subterranean  River'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaIKCYu1lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/36Som9OHLHw/s72-c/20+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2742953946735222109</id><published>2009-07-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:52:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle, twinkle little fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaItogF3KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yogXTrj2k44/s1600-h/20+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365626323606035618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaItogF3KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yogXTrj2k44/s320/20+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   My blinking lights got her attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made plans to spend some time with my wife away from Boracay. I kept it as a secret except my sister Susan blabbed it away the day before. We headed out today to Palawan.I got a flight to Manila for P300($7.50) then to Puerto Princesa,Palawan for 778 ($18.52).What a crazy deal. This is an opportunity for us to spend time together and also to scout for others that might want to visit this area also.I befriended an Aussie lass who eventually tagged along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Iwahig river.It is about 20K south of the city proper and right beside the Iwahig Penal Colony which is the country's, and probably the world's, largest facility of its kind: an open-air, practically wall-less community of minimum-security prisoners serving out the last years of their terms. Despite the fact that most of the 2,300 inmates have been convicted of homicide, the majority are minimum security prisoners and are thus not locked up within the colony. Instead, these minimum security inmates live in dormitories and work on one of the many agricultural projects located within the prison farm. Prisoners who are deemed to be at risk of escaping are confined to medium or maximum security areas, where they are monitored, but these prisoners comprise less than fifty percent of the Iwahig population. Many of the prison employees live within the penal colony with their families, and there is even an elementary school within the colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tricycle driver did not exactly know where the Iwahig river is so we ended up entering the Penal Colony outpost and asked for directions.Anita noticed that the person that gave us the direction was wearing a shirt that said inmate, I was rather oblivious to the situation. These prisoners are happy to be here and feels that life inside is better than what is available outside.Prisoners are even welcome to bring their wives and children to share their incarceration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the Iwahig river. This is the place to watch a myriad of fireflies dance under the blanket of a night sky.The tour is run by the Iwahig Community Ecotourism Association. More than a dozen youth, all children of the Iwahig Penal Colony’s employees, are running the tours on rotation basis. A section of the riverbank near the Iwahig bridge has been cleared for the tour and there are stone pathways and grass huts as well as a pavilion for big tourist groups. We were asked to put on life vests and a salakot (native hat) before boarding the paddle boat. Our first stop was to view nilad, a favorite host plant of fireflies, along with nipa and tabigi, two of the thirty two mangrove species that are found in the area , according to our boatman tourguide. Swarms of lightning bugs lit up Nilad, a wondrous sight to behold. Manila was named after this same plant which once thrived in its waters. We spotted a few more isolated trees where the lightning bugs flashed on and off, the quiet swish of the oar in the water soothing the senses on a moonless night. Finally, we reached the high point of the tour – an island where hundreds of fireflies glittered in the trees. The guide would flicker his flashlight and the bugs would flicker in kind thinking that another bug is looking for a mate.Apparently the male bugs glow brighter than females.Must be singles night tonight as they are all glowing like crazy.They twinkled like Christmas lights in the dark night, echoing the twinkling of the stars in the sky.That was an awesome sight. Another amazing handiwork of GOD.The 1.5 hour tour costs P600($15).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2742953946735222109?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2742953946735222109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2742953946735222109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2742953946735222109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2742953946735222109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/twinkle-twinkle-little-fly.html' title='Twinkle, twinkle little fly'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnaItogF3KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yogXTrj2k44/s72-c/20+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6062001575879906627</id><published>2009-07-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:07:31.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following a mentor's footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZF7tvXuhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AT6igiarsxA/s1600-h/bora7bora8+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365552898251405842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZF7tvXuhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AT6igiarsxA/s320/bora7bora8+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Valeda Samuelson was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; missionary that I used to hang around with when I was 12. She used to take me to her trips inside the shanty houses in Manila where she taught kids bible stories, songs, games, gave out candies and hugs. Valeda spoke fluent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; and was often found hanging around and chatting with the local folks. She and her husband Ken have such a deep love for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipinos&lt;/span&gt; that they would search for them wherever they go. They spent time in Israel to minister to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipinos&lt;/span&gt; there. Their mission seemed to be " Go into all the world and find the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipinos&lt;/span&gt; and minister to them."Ken has now gone home to be with the LORD and Valeda is still going strong in her ripe age of 89. She is planning to go to the Philippines this December for 3 months. I am so looking forward in seeing her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with her today and she encouraged me to find these couple that she knows that resides here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; and to minister to them. Having no phone number to find these folks would not be an easy task, however, if it's important enough for Valeda I sure will give it a high priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that her "investment"in me when she used to take me around carries a big part on what I am doing right now. She showed me that you don't need to be spectacular, you just need to be there and allow GOD to be spectacular. To those people that spends time with my kids in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school classes , in preschool, in kinder, in their homes, or taking them out and abouts, I thank you so much.You are literally "investing" in their lives. I also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; you folks to spend time with kids, yours and others.It's a long term investment that pays BIG in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOD's&lt;/span&gt; kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-6062001575879906627?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6062001575879906627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6062001575879906627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6062001575879906627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6062001575879906627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/08/following-mentors-footsteps.html' title='Following a mentor&apos;s footsteps'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnZF7tvXuhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AT6igiarsxA/s72-c/bora7bora8+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1065463332362006038</id><published>2009-07-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:20:41.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the Lord's army, yes sir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnY7VDw0nXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ni9pxSvGp4A/s1600-h/14+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365541239031897458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnY7VDw0nXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ni9pxSvGp4A/s320/14+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita and I went to the little shack today and taught some kids some songs. I played the guitar and she did the actions. The kids enjoyed "I'm in the Lord's army" and "Peace like a river". Anita shared how she came to know the Lord and I shared the story of Shedrach,Meshach and Abednego. We gave them candies and clothing as well. The kids were so appreciative of our visit and we were so blest to have spent time with them. They are learning a great deal about Jesus and having fun at the same time. There were only 2 kids that have bibles. I'd love to give kid's bibles to them someday. We went to the beach area afterwards and met with some kids and had a little program for them also. They are looking forward in seeing us again and hear more bible stories and sing more songs. Thank you Ian Funk for the candies it will last us for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1065463332362006038?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1065463332362006038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1065463332362006038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1065463332362006038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1065463332362006038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-lords-army-yes-sir.html' title='I&apos;m in the Lord&apos;s army, yes sir.'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SnY7VDw0nXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ni9pxSvGp4A/s72-c/14+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3822855272867577827</id><published>2009-07-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:22:17.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wet adventure</title><content type='html'>I took Anita to see the land today.We also invited Julie as she wanted to see the land. We borrowed the Pastors' motorbike and headed towards Ilig iligan. The weather was uncooperative and we all got soaked by the rain. Anita however had a big smile while biking through a muddy puddle. The construction workers were excited to see us and was deeply encouraged by our presence even through the rain. We zoomed around the town afterwards and Anita met the kids that helped me celebrate our wedding anniversary. It is so neat for Anita to see what I have experienced here in Boracay and meet the people that have been a part of my life for the last two months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3822855272867577827?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3822855272867577827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3822855272867577827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3822855272867577827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3822855272867577827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet-adventure.html' title='A wet adventure'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-137636552079457739</id><published>2009-07-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:30:54.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long wait</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that Anita made it to Boracay. I have waited 2 months for this moment. Her flight was delayed for 1.5 hours and on top of that she had to endure a 1.5 hour bus ride to get to boracay. The airport in Caticlan is under construction so she had to land in kalibo which is 1.5 hours away. It is so hard to sit and wait and watch the clock go tick,tick,tick however it gave me an opportunity to chat about the LORD with other who are waiting as well. Her bus finally pulled over at 5:45 pm. She was as pretty as ever.It was worth waiting a whole day for.I thank GOD for my wife.This is good stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-137636552079457739?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/137636552079457739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=137636552079457739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/137636552079457739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/137636552079457739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-wait.html' title='A long wait'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-855764201628898894</id><published>2009-07-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:11:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you said so</title><content type='html'>It's been raining for several days now due to a passing storm. The Philippines is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generally&lt;/span&gt; battered at least 30 storms a year, some last for a day and some for a week, this is life in the tropics. Things slow down including the construction project. I have been visiting the site to minister to the workers. I have been bringing them special treats and special meals to remind them that their work in this project has eternal dividends. The are very thankful for my visits and encouragements. They have asked me as to why I care for them so much and I just simply tell them of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOD's&lt;/span&gt; love for them.The people in the community is also aware of the project and that they often come and visit to watch the development and even bring food to the workers from time to time. There is a tree in the middle of the land and this is where I would often stand and spend time with the LORD. Thankfully, I was told that the tree will be spared and it will be a part of the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of the day when Anita and I decided to follow the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LORD's&lt;/span&gt; leading for us to come to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;. The whole scenario was rather discouraged by some acquaintances saying that it cannot be done.I looked around for financial backing in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;canada&lt;/span&gt; and none was to be found that is willing to step in.&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of a story in Luke 5 when Jesus told Simon Peter to go into the deep water and let down the net for a catch.Simon answered, "master,we've worked hard all night and haven't caught anything.But, because you say so,I will let down the nets." When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break.&lt;br /&gt;I started this project with whatever little money we had and really no idea of how this is going to materialize, just believing that GOD said so.It defies conventional wisdom but it defines an act of faith.&lt;br /&gt;The men are digging their way in making the foundation for the building and I am in the middle of the land under this big tree shaking my head still in disbelief because the "nets are beginning to break." Just plain amazing.GOD IS GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-855764201628898894?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/855764201628898894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=855764201628898894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/855764201628898894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/855764201628898894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-you-said-so.html' title='Because you said so'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5902582111949163687</id><published>2009-07-12T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:36:30.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday school</title><content type='html'>I was invited to hang out with 40 kids at a small shack. I shared about Jesus and told them bible stories.They seemed to be so happy in spite of their poor condition. They were so attentive and really takes on what I was sharing. I asked them what was the story all about and they practically said it word for word.I brought some candies but it was not enough for everybody so I told them that I will bring some more when I come back next week. I noticed a 10 year old girl give her candy to a small child. I asked her why she gave her candy away and she said "If GOD can give HIS SON to die for me I surely can easily give a candy, it's too bad I only have one to give,besides GOD will give me another candy someday."&lt;br /&gt;Did she ever "get it."&lt;br /&gt;We often relish the whole idea of GOD loving us deeply and and even quoting "while we were yet sinners, christ died for us" yet still have a hard time loving others and attending to their needs.&lt;br /&gt;I came to tell a story,she lived that story today. I was really blest to see and experience this.I hope you are too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5902582111949163687?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5902582111949163687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5902582111949163687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5902582111949163687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5902582111949163687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-school.html' title='Sunday school'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2273549484145211120</id><published>2009-07-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:05:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is my 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. I am not doing well because my wife is not here and I have been missing her for quite a while now.I know that she will be coming here on July 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a visit but it is not coming fast enough. I went for a walk just to clear off my mind and noticed that some little critter is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; there were 5 of them. Five kids that were telling me that they haven't eaten for the day.They were asking for money to buy a piece of bread. I told them to follow me and we will go for a walk. We held hands and tried to teach them the song " Jesus Loves Me."&lt;br /&gt;I took them to a restaurant where we ordered Chicken dinners and they helped me celebrate my anniversary. I have never seen little tummies eat so much chicken and rice. The staff at the restaurant was visibly happy for the kids as they enjoyed the meals. They know that these kids often beg for food and the restaurants often have to shoo them off away from the clients, but today, they are the clients and that they are getting the best of service from the restaurant staff. The cashier was crying because the kids were so happy.They were so loud and jubilant that they were the centerpiece of the evening. People around us were smiling and enjoying seeing us make fools of ourselves. This turned out to be a memorable Anniversary after all. These kids called me uncle J for the rest of the evening. GOD is GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2273549484145211120?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2273549484145211120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2273549484145211120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2273549484145211120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2273549484145211120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2048400375039487908</id><published>2009-07-06T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:43:22.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP wanted</title><content type='html'>I went to visit Yapak Elementary School today. This is the poorest school in Boracay.This is also the area where we are going to be residing. The principal indicated the need for more teachers but not able to hire due to very limited funds. The kindergarten section is currently closed due to such.They are requesting for volunteer teachers but none to be found. They asked me if I would like to volunteer to teach creation and moral values to the kids. They have asked a local church to take this on but have not heard from them since. I told them that I would love to but will have to wait for materials that will be coming from my friend Denis Dreves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school also has a baseball team with very antiquated gloves.They also have a girls fastpitch team on the high school side. I have asked for help from some friends to see if they can furnish some equipments for these kids. The school kids love sports and I think Anita and Rick W.will fit in well in this endeavor. The kids are hungry for someone to play with and to involve them with other activities.This is exciting stuff. I'd love to see what GOD is going to do here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2048400375039487908?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2048400375039487908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2048400375039487908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2048400375039487908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2048400375039487908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-wanted.html' title='HELP wanted'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4200743542156324493</id><published>2009-07-04T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:00:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Possible</title><content type='html'>There are 3 groups that came in to do short term mission. There was a girls volleyball team from Virginia that did a "clinic" at some local schools, they were well received by the high school kids.&lt;br /&gt;There was a team from California that did crafts and balloons for the kids and a team from Ohio that is helping out at the ministry site. There are many opportunities in here that are available for those who are interested. Care to join? All you need is a plane ticket, spending money and lots of LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4200743542156324493?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4200743542156324493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4200743542156324493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4200743542156324493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4200743542156324493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/mission-possible.html' title='Mission Possible'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5076576428685368133</id><published>2009-07-03T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:49:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mother's heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sl1tdAYRHQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zcSzWy1gg7k/s1600-h/11+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358559476726177026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sl1tdAYRHQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zcSzWy1gg7k/s200/11+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teresa is a lady that sells fruits and eggs along the side of the street. I've seen her there early in the morning and also very late at night. I bought some mangoes so that I can chat with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has three kids and no husband. She is at her stall for about 18 hours/day selling her foodstuff. She makes enough to provide for her kids but not enough to include her needs. She would often sacrifice her food for her kids. She wants them to have an education so she works tirelessly.She showed me some pictures of her kids with pride. "If it takes 24 hours to make money for my kids, this will I do because they are mine",she said. I thanked her for her time and for the green mangoes. I had a "lump" on my throat and a tear in my eyes when I left her. I will be eating a lot of green mangoes and a lot of "balut".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5076576428685368133?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5076576428685368133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5076576428685368133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5076576428685368133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5076576428685368133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/mothers-heart.html' title='A mother&apos;s heart'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sl1tdAYRHQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zcSzWy1gg7k/s72-c/11+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5085502389263993777</id><published>2009-07-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:22:40.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with a young danish gal and a vancouverite about boracay that quickly soured when they found out that I'm a christian. I don't believe in GOD but I only believe in myself, she quipped. I don't believe in nothing, GOD is for people that cannot cope well, the other said.They strugged me off and walked away.I was taken aback by their rude behavior towards me but I prayed for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying a nice walk along the beach at 11:00pm and saw the same couple. I said good evening and they stopped to apologized for how they reacted earlier.They shared  a bit of their broken heart and said " if there is a god, why am i so messed up?"She has been sleeping around to feel loved because her dad walked away from her life. He was a byproduct of child abuse and uses drugs to ease the pain that doesn't seem to go away.They are travelling around asia to find themselves.They asked me if I can pray for them. "just in case there is a real GOD and HE is indeed listening."They have seen a buddhist, a sikh,and many other forms of eastern religion priests but this is the first time that they actually cried their hearts out, to the one they tried to avoid, a christian. I ran back quickly to my home and gave them a bible and encouraged them to read it and hugged them. They left the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many locals that need help because they are poor, there are many foreigners that need help because they are "broken".People need the LORD regardless where they come from.&lt;br /&gt;He is the only answer that they are looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5085502389263993777?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5085502389263993777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5085502389263993777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5085502389263993777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5085502389263993777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-464188067875415976</id><published>2009-07-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:27:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SliuvreF-uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qD5JhUHuDGU/s1600-h/bora9+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223890903235298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SliuvreF-uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qD5JhUHuDGU/s200/bora9+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SliuvEYdZZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sRMBlEhgARs/s1600-h/bora9+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223880410621330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SliuvEYdZZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sRMBlEhgARs/s200/bora9+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my maple leaf bandana, my vancouver canuck shirt, my canadian flag and celebrated Canada day. I tried to invite some canadians to join me but they thought that it is a silly thing. Not for me, I am proud to be a canadian. I sang the national anthem and spent time playing with the kids in Ilig iligan. Locals stopped me and gave me high fives. Canada is well regarded in this area. Ball hockey ,anyone? OH CANADA.&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/7681106904195819444-464188067875415976?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/464188067875415976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=464188067875415976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/464188067875415976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/464188067875415976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-canada.html' title='O Canada'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SliuvreF-uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qD5JhUHuDGU/s72-c/bora9+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2913235130683610874</id><published>2009-06-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:09:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sliq_MTYlpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H3DhmwtR4Og/s1600-h/bora9+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357219759368214162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sliq_MTYlpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H3DhmwtR4Og/s200/bora9+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel is a 16 year old girl that finished high school last year. She has good marks and a dream of being a teacher one day. She comes from a poor family and her chances of going to college is slim to none. She lives in a small community by the beach where not one person had ever attained a post secondary education. The total family income is $150/month, enough to provide for their basic needs.The cost for college is about $600 for the year. Chances are she will not get to go to college without any type of financial aid. Statistically, someone like Rachel would get the low end job $50/month, get married at a young age, have kids and restart the cycle of poverty and hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reaching out to you friends to find a way to help out Rachel and others like her. It is a great investment for the future generations here in Boracay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2913235130683610874?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2913235130683610874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2913235130683610874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2913235130683610874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2913235130683610874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-for-hope.html' title='Looking for hope'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sliq_MTYlpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H3DhmwtR4Og/s72-c/bora9+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5449338916773605998</id><published>2009-06-29T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:25:37.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is his policy</title><content type='html'>The tricycle driver that I was with noticed a bag at the back seat that was forgotten by a passenger.Inside the bag was some ID and P160K($4000). He asked me immediately if we can do a runabout and look for the owner. That we did. She was frantically crying when we found her. Thankful for the man's honourable actions, she gratefully tried to hand him P1000 as a reward. He simply smiled and refused the gesture. He said that seeing the lady smile was a reward in itself and that GOD will not forget him. He will sleep good tonight, he told me.&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving away he apologized to me for the unscheduled route but that he needed to do this right away before any temptation gets him. I commended him and was thankful that I got to witness seeing such an amazing event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5449338916773605998?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5449338916773605998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5449338916773605998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5449338916773605998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5449338916773605998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty-is-his-policy.html' title='Honesty is his policy'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-13472545379432378</id><published>2009-06-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:26:27.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations</title><content type='html'>There has been several friends that have indicated the desire to send me some donations to help me out in my work here.I have added a donation tab in this blog for those who wish to do so.Please bear in mind that I am NOT able to provide a tax receipt.Everything that I have been using here is of my own funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the needs but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bibles (both english and tagalog.)&lt;br /&gt;books to learn how to read (p300) $7.50 ea.  for kids and adults.&lt;br /&gt;feed 70 kids once a week (p1500)  $37.50&lt;br /&gt;send a kid to school (P4000) $100 for a year&lt;br /&gt;snacks for sunday school (P400) $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your financial help is appreciated and will make a big difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;You can email me @boracaydiver@yahoo.com if you wish to specify where you would like your funds to go and the frequency of your giving.I would like to give you a reporting on how your funds are being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;br /&gt;Joven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-13472545379432378?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/13472545379432378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=13472545379432378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/13472545379432378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/13472545379432378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/donations.html' title='Donations'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2882719209873736353</id><published>2009-06-26T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:58:08.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When things go bad</title><content type='html'>I came back from Cebu on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; late afternoon, it was a crazy 37C &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; hot weather.I was so tired that I slept at 5pm only to be awaken by a phone call at 6:30 am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; indicating that I have to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalibo&lt;/span&gt; for a meeting ASAP. I made it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalibo&lt;/span&gt; on record time and everything went very well. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paperwork&lt;/span&gt; are just about done and we are planning to start construction by next week.That was a good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caticlan&lt;/span&gt; at 4:30 pm and found out that a storm is just passing by and that they have to terminate boat services to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; due to high waves.Bad news. They are hoping that the waves would die down by 10pm and they can bring some boats to bring us to the island.Good news. There were over 300 people stranded in the jetty port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us that the storm is escalating and there will not any boat services for the next two days.Bad news.All the hotels in the area have now been filled by the tourists and there are no other options for a bed except the chairs and the floors in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cagban&lt;/span&gt; jetty station.Really bad news. Funny enough, people were taking it in stride,accepting this as how life is sometimes ,somewhat messy, tiresome,inconvenient and even thankful that they are not in a small boat crossing the ocean.People are still smiling and cracking jokes.Men giving their seats to the ladies.This is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a number of families with children that were in such need at that time.I sought,bought and gave everything that I can to relieve hungry little tummies. I wish I had blankets to give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power went off, rain fell harder and water started seeping in the building and people just shrugged it off.It is a great lesson in flexibility and calmness during tough situations.To be in a rough condition and still be found being neighborly, loving, laughing and being thankful is a trait that I'd love to embody.It is a godly attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 6:30am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and took the bus to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalibo&lt;/span&gt; so that I can get a hotel room and get a decent sleep. Fatigue is starting to get the best of me and I'm starting to feel ill. Got a room in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalibo&lt;/span&gt; and slept most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning and found out that the storm is gone and that the boat service to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; is up and running.Good news.Went to the bus station and was told that the buses are not running for a while because of a landslide due to the storm. I kept telling myself that maybe this is a sign from GOD for me to take a 4 hour bus ride to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iloilo&lt;/span&gt; and watch the Transformer's movie.Even I would not buy that dumb idea.Talk about twisting God's arm.I am beat and tired and seriously, I just want to go home. I need to get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the bus started moving and off I went home to my little island and nursed myself to health for the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to get distressed when things doesn't go our way. We have this mentality of "I want it, I want it now, and If I cannot have it, I want my money back."There are so many things in this world that we cannot control,yet we furiously try,and when we fail we blame God.It is how we respond to the situations and allowing God to be God that ultimately makes the difference. GOD is still good regardless of any situations.And don't forget to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2882719209873736353?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2882719209873736353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2882719209873736353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2882719209873736353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2882719209873736353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-came-back-from-cebu-on-monday-late.html' title='When things go bad'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1743094158460018846</id><published>2009-06-21T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:36:48.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is such thing as a FREE lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4QlAHMiEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Mzt9OeqGcI/s1600-h/bora8+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349731635234113602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4QlAHMiEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Mzt9OeqGcI/s320/bora8+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to have a Father's Day lunch at a buffet restaurant named after me. I talked to the owner and showed him my ID, told him that since he named the restaurant after me he should give me a free meal as a royalty fee. He did, laughingly. Where do I come up with this stuff? Some would call me hopeless, I call this a "gift". ;) What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1743094158460018846?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1743094158460018846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1743094158460018846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1743094158460018846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1743094158460018846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-is-such-thing-as-free-lunch.html' title='There is such thing as a FREE lunch'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4QlAHMiEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Mzt9OeqGcI/s72-c/bora8+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2644315380085922676</id><published>2009-06-21T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:12:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4HAe2Sb8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/55KWq5vaTf8/s1600-h/bora8+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349721112224886722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4HAe2Sb8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/55KWq5vaTf8/s320/bora8+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father's Day is pretty big here in Cebu. The streets and the restaurants are busy. Children are singing their adorations to their dads. The malls are giving free shoeshines, haircuts and knick-knacks to fathers who have pictures of their kids in their possession. I went to church and their emphasis today is how to be a better dad to your kids and how to be a "surrogate dad" to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dads were asked to stand up front and face the congregation, they then got a rousing applause from their families and was prayed for afterwards. This really hit me hard as I was missing my wife and my kids. All the dads in the church got a special pink shirt with a sign that said" #1 I am blessed.... I'm a Dad. We got to wear it and hugged each other. Hey, real men wear pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2644315380085922676?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2644315380085922676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2644315380085922676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2644315380085922676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2644315380085922676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4HAe2Sb8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/55KWq5vaTf8/s72-c/bora8+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-9057909788785981656</id><published>2009-06-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:34:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4AbylZtnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EAff_tdqEyU/s1600-h/edgeofsky1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349713884797843058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4AbylZtnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EAff_tdqEyU/s320/edgeofsky1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a special ride on one of the tall hotels called sky adventure. The sky experience adventure introduces a spectacular feat of thrill rides like the world's first edge coaster, that goes around the edge of the building and tilts its riders up to 55 degrees or a leisure trip at the country's first Sky walk extreme where one can walk around the edge of the building wearing a harness, just in case. This is done on the 38th floor of the building.Perfect for adrenaline junkies like me.&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at one of the smaller malls to "people watch" while enjoying my large mango shake. There were men hawking Cialis/Viagra to the older caucasians on the street, little children opening/closing taxi doors for tips, middle aged australians looking for love while sipping starbucks coffee. My meandering was cut short by a skinny young boy that was asking for my mango shake. He pointed outside and said that his 3 year old sister is hungry. The whole family was sitting by the rotunda, they are homeless. I bought food from the local restaurant and took it to the family for a little picnic at the park. While crowds were enjoying thrill rides on the edge of the building there are people living on the edge of life hoping for a better tomorrow or a meal just for today. This was a far better experience than what I would've had at the sky adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-9057909788785981656?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/9057909788785981656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=9057909788785981656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9057909788785981656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9057909788785981656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-edge.html' title='On the edge'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj4AbylZtnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EAff_tdqEyU/s72-c/edgeofsky1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7992436095354983961</id><published>2009-06-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:43:31.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable spread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj3w31iRjYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cSLJHMBfurI/s1600-h/53295419_mactanshangforprintingDSC013251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349696774440324482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj3w31iRjYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cSLJHMBfurI/s320/53295419_mactanshangforprintingDSC013251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was invited by Recel's pastor for lunch at the Shangri la Resort. The food selection at the buffet bar was overwhelming.This is a five star restaurant and I am glad that I am not paying, I don't even want to know how much this lunch would cost. I know that my wife would go ga-ga over their dessert bar, it's a gargantuan display of chocolateness. This place is packed with hungry expatriates and locals alike. Have I reminded you folks that I am in a third world country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never met these people yet they treat me like royalty, they are so excited to meet me and hear about how GOD has walked with me so far and the future plans in Boracay. They were asking how they can pray for me and whatever assistance I may need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did I deserve such unmerited favor? I am thankful that I am not brilliant and smart enough to do this on my own power and that I am utterly and wholly DEPENDENT on my Heavenly Father FOR EVERYTHING. He causes things to happen and I am just a blessed recepient of his goodness. This is all about HIM.The way it ought to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7992436095354983961?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7992436095354983961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7992436095354983961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7992436095354983961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7992436095354983961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable-spread.html' title='Unbelievable spread'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sj3w31iRjYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cSLJHMBfurI/s72-c/53295419_mactanshangforprintingDSC013251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2160966264990491579</id><published>2009-06-19T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:36:27.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrey's most wanted</title><content type='html'>It was a refreshing news to hear that the main person suspected for the killing of 6 people in Surrey, B.C. (my home town) in a gangland manner was caught trying to enter the Philippines. The Philippine police was tipped by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police that this person may enter the country from Vietman. These killings have turned Surrey upside down as gang wars erupted,  drive by shootings and mid day murders became a norm causing many residents to feel afraid. I pray that justice will prevail and that the families of the victims will be able to put things to rest. Big cheers to the Philippine National Police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2160966264990491579?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2160966264990491579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2160966264990491579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2160966264990491579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2160966264990491579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/surreys-most-wanted.html' title='Surrey&apos;s most wanted'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-573286271276015118</id><published>2009-06-18T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:15:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Cebu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjzuxLs223I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OlK6LHvC8-o/s1600-h/iloilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349412986131241842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjzuxLs223I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OlK6LHvC8-o/s320/iloilo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Cebu though Iloilo because of cheap airfare. The average price from Caticlan is about P6000 ($125) one way, while the cost to fly from Iloilo is only P900($22.50) however I have to endure a 6 hour bus ride to get there. It is a comfortable air-con bus for P300($12.50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, was I ever impressed with the Iloilo airport. It Is a beautiful facility with good amenities. Good food selection and a wi-fi connection. This is a superior airport compared to the domestic one in Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landed in Cebu at 8 pm. My contact (Recel) picked me up and treated me to a steak dinner at the Ayala Centre. This is one oppulent mall. We ended up talking for hours about his walk with GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-573286271276015118?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/573286271276015118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=573286271276015118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/573286271276015118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/573286271276015118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-cebu.html' title='Off to Cebu'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjzuxLs223I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OlK6LHvC8-o/s72-c/iloilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1032521618327542983</id><published>2009-06-17T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:39:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do justly, Love mercy</title><content type='html'>One of the great injustice in Boracay is the maltreatment of employees by many business organizations. It is rather common for many companies to ask their employees to work 12 hours with no proper breaktime. Portion of salaries are sometimes held back if employees make inquiries about their work situations.People are being used and abused then fired when you get sick. The government seems to keep a closed eye so long as these establishments add money to the tax coffers. As one businessman indicated to me, "They need us more than we need them."&lt;br /&gt;This attitude is permeated specially among the Korean business community.I'm not sure why. I have korean friends who are very upright people, they don't know why either.Many employees just somehow suck it up and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such employee was Joy. She is a wonderful receptionist that always greets me with a smile.She works for a spa service just outside where I reside. She has been there for 5 years. One of the business partner came for a visit and summarily asked her to leave because his girlfriend does not like her.It's mostly politics, I think. She shared her disappointment with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited her to join us for dinner as a way to encourage her somewhat.I pray that the LORD will take care of her and of this injustice in this island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1032521618327542983?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1032521618327542983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1032521618327542983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1032521618327542983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1032521618327542983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-justly-love-mercy.html' title='Do justly, Love mercy'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3564382055236416140</id><published>2009-06-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:47:27.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjvOwbZKuwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4dMSzlQ85H0/s1600-h/bora8+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349096313814956802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjvOwbZKuwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4dMSzlQ85H0/s320/bora8+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the land today to do some cleaning up.I borrowed a rake at the resort but it is no match against the thorns that is deeply rooted in the soil.Most of the hardware tools in here are rather flimsy and not very good quality. I made some headways in creating a path around the perimeter using my hands and tools that came from ancient civilizations. Just then, the belly of the clouds ruptured and doused me. I was fully soaked from head to toe in less than a minute. I went home fighting a bit of a high temperature and a light headache. It was still a good day's work. I stopped by quickly at the beach area just to see the stormfront. It was a sight to behold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needs to chill tomorrow and get ready for my flight to Cebu City on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3564382055236416140?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3564382055236416140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3564382055236416140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3564382055236416140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3564382055236416140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm-coming.html' title='Storm Coming'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjvOwbZKuwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4dMSzlQ85H0/s72-c/bora8+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4588111230671616684</id><published>2009-06-15T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:14:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia</title><content type='html'>I met a short term missionary here in Boracay. Her name is Julia and she is from Denver,Colorado. She originally thought that 5 weeks in Boracay will be long and tedious. She is now considering coming back for a much longer term next time. I have been "brainwashing" her to come back and stay since she is a school teacher and she can definitely impact the lives of these kids with her skills. I took her on my 10k power walk tonight. I'm not sure if she will walk with me again anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4588111230671616684?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4588111230671616684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4588111230671616684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4588111230671616684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4588111230671616684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/julia.html' title='Julia'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8829290699701310179</id><published>2009-06-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:15:49.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloonatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sju0p7iwGdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J4WlZ3r4oUw/s1600-h/bora8+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067614883682770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sju0p7iwGdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J4WlZ3r4oUw/s320/bora8+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the beach area today and tried a new toy that I've got. It's a balloon animal kit. Now, I have never really made a balloon animal before but I thought that it will be fun for me and the kids in the area. I started with one and another, and by the time I knew it, there were a lot of kids that were asking for a balloon. They want me to make things like dogs, cats, rabbit,giraffe, you know, the usual thing. My end products ended up like some animals from a nuclear power plant and a great rendition of a small intestine. I just told the kids that these are the kind of animals we have in Canada. They believed me, unfortunately. ;) It was a blast. Hey, can somebody teach me how to do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8829290699701310179?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8829290699701310179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8829290699701310179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8829290699701310179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8829290699701310179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/balloonatic.html' title='Balloonatic'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Sju0p7iwGdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J4WlZ3r4oUw/s72-c/bora8+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5112053436571347953</id><published>2009-06-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:04:24.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here</title><content type='html'>Ah, saturday. A good day to rest and do fun things. I called a lot of friends and families from Canada and U.S.A (thank you magic jack). Found out that Pittsburg Penguins are Stanley Cup Champs and that Tim Horton's and Coldstone Creamery are partnering up. I need my wife to get to Boracay real fast before the latter becomes a nightmare. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struck a conversation with one of the Korean guest and invited him to join me to go snorkeling in Ilig-iligan.He is an ESL student in the Philippines and was in the korean military for 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to practise his english with me so he learned a great deal about Jesus and gave him a great english reading material- the bible. Hey, you've got to take every opportunity that opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met an american military officer in Ilig-iligan currently taking a break from his posting in Iraq. He wanted to go as far away as possible and he thought that a little island in the Philippines would be a good idea. He talked a great deal about losing his friends in the war on terror and losing his wife and kids on divorce. He appreciated my company and gave me the opportunity to pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABILITY is important, AVAILABILITY is critical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5112053436571347953?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5112053436571347953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5112053436571347953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5112053436571347953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5112053436571347953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-is-here.html' title='Weekend is here'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3901349432457150648</id><published>2009-06-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:33:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job well done</title><content type='html'>Finished clearing the land today. I will now resurvey the land to get the actual reference points. We will finish the clean up job next week when the uprooted thorns, thistles, and weeds have dried up. The plant that has a lot of nasty thorns apparently bears a tasty root vegetable like a potato. I will definitely eat some to appease the hole that it left in my sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get a haircut today (already?) at the same place that got me preaching the last time. The hairdresser told me that he is a christian but haven't been in a church service for a long time now as he is required to work 7 days/week. I indicated to him that I am willing to start up a bible study group for him and others who might want to join in. There are currently 10 people that are interested in coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort I'm staying in have Korean visitors today. They came in at 7pm with 3kg of fresh prawns, 4 lobsters and 4kg of oysters.They asked the resort staff to cook these items for their dinner tonight. The staff was caught off guard and I was asked to assist and be a "celebrity chef" for the night. To those that know me well understands that I never say no to these kind of challenges. The kitchen facility is limited and so are the spices and other ingredients. This is sort of my own version of Iron Chef. I made a mock lobster thermidor, prawns in sweet chili sauce,broiled oysters and prawn consomme. They were very appreciative of the meals. I had a blast. Job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3901349432457150648?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3901349432457150648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3901349432457150648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3901349432457150648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3901349432457150648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-well-done.html' title='Job well done'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4898705970813798361</id><published>2009-06-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:34:08.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjOqx-mAf1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vJucpqY3iZc/s1600-h/flag_of_Philippines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346804958211637074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjOqx-mAf1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vJucpqY3iZc/s320/flag_of_Philippines.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the Philippines 111th Independence Day. There were no special ceremony here in Boracay apart from the school closure. No parades,no speeches, not even a flag, just another regular day. I promised myself that I will celebrate Canada Day here in Boracay this coming July. I will fly my canadian flag, will wear my maple leaf bandana and my oh canada boxers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will sing "O Canada" and make poutine for dinner. I AM CANADIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4898705970813798361?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4898705970813798361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4898705970813798361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4898705970813798361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4898705970813798361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjOqx-mAf1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vJucpqY3iZc/s72-c/flag_of_Philippines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-144124352438918883</id><published>2009-06-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:47:19.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjFBrqoOjoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ss2GdEsJNNw/s1600-h/crown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346126451098685058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjFBrqoOjoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ss2GdEsJNNw/s320/crown1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met with the workers today. I found out that these men are christians and they really revved up the work when they found out my plans, they were so excited for me.We were able to clean up 1/3 of the property when I stepped in a 1 1/2 inch thorn. It penetrated my rubber boots,broke off from the vine and lodged in my sole. It was a very painful experience. I took the boots off, got my pliers and pulled the thorn off my sole.The whole thing went inside my foot. I made sure it bled well then went home to nurse it. I am not seeing any discolorations or swelling ,just a lot of pain.Went to bed in the afternoon and felt a bit of a high temperature. Took some tylenol and lots of water. Feeling much better now.Will try to work again tomorrow if I am able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This event reminded me of Jesus and his crown of thorns. My pains are probably miniscule comparing to those thorns that was forcefully placed on his head as a part of a mockery.Jesus embraced that rejection—accepted the crown of thorns—as part of his bitter cup of enduring what humans endure, so that he could open the door for us to escape with him from this world of tears, so that he could redeem us all from this world of ungodliness and thorns because of HIS love for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-144124352438918883?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/144124352438918883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=144124352438918883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/144124352438918883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/144124352438918883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/thorns.html' title='Thorns'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SjFBrqoOjoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ss2GdEsJNNw/s72-c/crown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7330299003995021812</id><published>2009-06-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:15:12.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's off to work I go</title><content type='html'>Got ready to do land cleaning today. The weather is perfect. I wore my overalls, bought a scythe, rubber boots, shovel, got my mp4, 4 liters of water, sandwiches,cookies. I am pumped. Got to the site and found out that the workers bailed out on me because of the heat. The caretaker was unhappy with these"lazy" men so he went to another town to find me some helpers but was told that they will not be ready till tomorrow. Not wanting to spend my day for nothing I decided to do some work myself. I didn't know that I was singing so loud that people came over to see if I'm okay. Kids would stop by and I'd give them cookies and the parents were quite enamored by my crazy behaviour.I was having a blast. I broke both my scythe and shovel from working hard. My hands are full of callous, and my back was aching from all the sweat equity. It was a good and tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7330299003995021812?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7330299003995021812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7330299003995021812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7330299003995021812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7330299003995021812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='It&apos;s off to work I go'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6523543552991959402</id><published>2009-06-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:45:13.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Site inspection</title><content type='html'>We went to the land site with my lawyer's secretary and a representative from the Bureau of Internal Revenue for an ocular inspection. This is required to determine the actual property location. The rain was not helpful at all during the inspection but the sun immediately shone right after. I was given the permit to start cleaning the land. I contacted the site caretaker and told him to bring his men tomorrow for cleanup.Today we inspect, tomorrow we toil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-6523543552991959402?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6523543552991959402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6523543552991959402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6523543552991959402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6523543552991959402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/site-inspection.html' title='Site inspection'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4205276349863471728</id><published>2009-06-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:31:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I met Rochelle and Veronica by the beach area today. They were both agitated ang crying. They haven't had "luck" in selling themselves because of the constant rain. Their food bins are empty and they have 2 other little brothers to provide for. Their mom went to another province to see if she can borrow some money. I took them to a store to get some food items. They asked me what the catch was and i told them that I just want to help because GOD love them. No strings attached.No sermons. Just food.&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle is 15 and Veronica is 13, both have a grade 3 education. They have never met their dad.I am finding out that these are starting to become a trend among the young girls in here due to the state of hopelessness and hunger. Many of these kids do not have vices to feed ( drugs, etc), they are just trying to survive in this paradise island. Their thankful smiles made my day. I'm sure that it made my heavenly father's day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4205276349863471728?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4205276349863471728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4205276349863471728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4205276349863471728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4205276349863471728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-9145696191816808073</id><published>2009-06-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:42:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopper's paradise</title><content type='html'>There are probably more malls in Manila than Vancouver. Some caters to the bargain hunters where haggling is still a way of business and some would make you forget that you are still in a developing country.The monstrosity of the buildings ,the products and services that it offers are far reaching. One can easily sip their starbucks coffee while checking out an AK-47, decide whether to watch the latest movie at a glitzy theatre or buy the pirated dvd version across the street or try to figure out what or where you would like to eat amongst the unbelievable selections of food items. There is something for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-9145696191816808073?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/9145696191816808073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=9145696191816808073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9145696191816808073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/9145696191816808073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoppers-paradise.html' title='Shopper&apos;s paradise'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-35759516014899691</id><published>2009-06-06T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:06:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila, manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si00xWJjDvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2hLsXYq_CU/s1600-h/Jeepney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986355122507506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si00xWJjDvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2hLsXYq_CU/s320/Jeepney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Manila to do some snooping around and a bit of R &amp;amp;R. It is also raining hard in here. The internet is down most of the time. Many of the universities have posponed their school openings due to the H1N1 virus scare.Several of the students that visited foreign soil apparently contracted this virus and was never detected until lately. Some of the churches in the area have discouraged people from holding hands during service to minimize the potential outbreak. There has been no known death in the Philippines due to this virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and bought a dvd/karaoke player for P1000 ($25), it came with 40,000 songs and a microphone. There is a great deal of christian music in the list (praise &amp;amp; worship/hymns).I bet my place will be a popular hangout because most people here loves to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice to hear about my brother John's work at his church.He is an elder and takes up some of the preaching assignments.He goes to the church every morning for prayer meetings. I appreciated some of the success stories that he shared with me and the vision that he has for this congregation. He is wanting to go into full time ministry as a pastor but needing some funding for the schooling. He has not asked me for help but I am reaching out to you folks for his behalf should you wish to partake in providing for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to have lunch at a food court and a young "man" approached me. He sat in front of me and asked if I would be "interested in him".I told him that I am a minister of the gospel. He looked at me with a gaped mouth and asked " am I going to hell?" I jokingly replied "yes" with the intent of engaging him to a conversation over a meal but he fled like he was shot out of a cannon.Maybe I should've been more tactful. My brother told me that this certain locale is popular among female/male prostitutes specially at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go back home to Boracay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-35759516014899691?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/35759516014899691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=35759516014899691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/35759516014899691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/35759516014899691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/manila-manila.html' title='Manila, manila'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si00xWJjDvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2hLsXYq_CU/s72-c/Jeepney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8190065525554454397</id><published>2009-06-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:59:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si0nX2TFGAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/259LmEs2DlI/s1600-h/rodin_thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344971623424661506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si0nX2TFGAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/259LmEs2DlI/s320/rodin_thinker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking, dreaming and praying about different things that can be done here in Boracay. I would love to open up a PUBLIC LIBRARY with a BIG reading room.There are plenty of people here that have a thirst for knowledge but lacking in books. Many that wants to learn how to read and write but lacking in teachers and a place to learn. I have managed to get commitments from volunteers that are willing to teach.(University grads with teaching background but no jobs .) I just need to provide them with transportation,books, and they will accept food as an honorarium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to open up a HOSPITAL that is equipped to handle emergencies, traumas in a safe and clean manner. Most of the clinics here are able to stabilize you then send you to a big city like Manila where one can get a top notch treatment. This is acceptable to the haves but downright deadly to the have nots which amounts to over 2/3 of the population.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to have A YOUTH WORKER come here and minister to the teen agers FULL TIME. There are ministries for kids but none for young people.This place is ripe for picking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a time to think and a time to act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-8190065525554454397?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8190065525554454397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8190065525554454397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8190065525554454397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8190065525554454397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-dreams.html' title='BIG DREAMS'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Si0nX2TFGAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/259LmEs2DlI/s72-c/rodin_thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7225270750649407282</id><published>2009-06-01T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:00:16.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connexxions</title><content type='html'>It's been raining hard for a while now. The beach area has turned into a bit of a ghost town and I have been forcefully sequestered in my room by the ongoing storm. I am thankful for the internet, it allowed me to take a peek at what is happening around Canada, answered some e-mails,played online scrabble,chatted with friends and used this tool to minister to a lot of people. I actually have gotten a lot of prayer requests and online Q and As from strangers. However impersonal this technology maybe, it sure covers a great deal of hurting people around the world that are looking for someone they can relate with. To all you christian web geeks out there, time to do some online ministry. Get connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7225270750649407282?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7225270750649407282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7225270750649407282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7225270750649407282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7225270750649407282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/06/connexxions.html' title='Connexxions'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-657012495145047626</id><published>2009-05-31T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:54:37.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKaEpmMunI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aFuUutIU3yU/s1600-h/bora7bora8+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342001512691055218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKaEpmMunI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aFuUutIU3yU/s320/bora7bora8+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to preach at the Church on the Rock today. Every sunday the children would share their memory verses. and do a special presentation. I am pretty rusty with my tagalog but thankful that most are able to understand english as well. Hey, I spoke in tongue ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my favorite chicken place for lunch and noticed a young lady crying. I sat down with her and asked if she was ok. She told me that she is pregnant and did not know how to break this to her mom. I asked if we can pray about it then just as we finished, her mom was standing right beside us. She explained the situation right there and her mom wept and gave her a big hug. They thanked me and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with the two ladies from the Baptist church to do a sunday school ministry in Bulabog beach. The older lady was a retired teacher and is now trying to help the poor children get ready to go to elementary school. There are many older children that cannot read/write and has no capacity to go to school. These kids need help. It would cost about $100/ kid for a whole school year including their text books. I'd love for you guys to help out and make a difference in the lives of these special ones. It is a worthwhile investment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-657012495145047626?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/657012495145047626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=657012495145047626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/657012495145047626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/657012495145047626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-service.html' title='Sunday service'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKaEpmMunI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aFuUutIU3yU/s72-c/bora7bora8+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3915594503571086191</id><published>2009-05-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:24:55.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the pouring rain</title><content type='html'>It is raining cats and dogs today. The ocean's waves are perfect for boogie boarding. Most of the kite boarders are out catching some phenomenal whitecaps. I went out to get soaked in the rain and most of the crowds thought I've gone loco. I told them that I've been nuts for a long time now. The resort is packed with visitors, some from Toronto, Canada who just ended up staying indoors and muttered about the rain. We had a power failure throughout the night. I'm loving the rain, it keeps the temperature cooler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3915594503571086191?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3915594503571086191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3915594503571086191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3915594503571086191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3915594503571086191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/rhythm-of-pouring-rain.html' title='Rhythm of the pouring rain'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2978509537465738443</id><published>2009-05-26T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:01:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Common purpose, common goal</title><content type='html'>I met with the owner of a construction company today. He is a brother in the LORD. So far, everyone that have come across my way concerning the project are related to me by the way of the cross. There is now way I could script this one by myself. We spent time talking about our " DAD " and what this project would mean for HIS kingdom. The meeting was fruitful and with very positive forward motion. He even indicated that they can possibly do the project with no interest for the first 5 years. WHAT? Can someone please pinch me, I want to make sure I wasn't dreaming. GOD IS GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-2978509537465738443?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2978509537465738443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2978509537465738443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2978509537465738443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2978509537465738443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/common-purpose-common-goal.html' title='Common purpose, common goal'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4338315109954426452</id><published>2009-05-24T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:28:15.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKF3xiMNVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-4gp46-njrI/s1600-h/bora6+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341979301250872658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKF3xiMNVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-4gp46-njrI/s320/bora6+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this special spot on the end of the beach. It is a little cove away from the bustling crowd. I would often sit here to watch the sunset and listen to the sound of the silence. I find this moment of solitude incredibly peaceful. I am alone in the presence of my Heavenly Father. I'd sit down and watch HIM paint a breathtaking sunset with his finger and caress my face with a gentle breeze as if saying " I made this just for you." The song Who Am I captures this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I? That the bright and morning star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of who I am, But because of what you've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of what I've done, But because of who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you've told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I? That the eyes that see my sin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would look on me with love And watch me rise again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I? That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would call out through the rain, And calm the storm in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of who I am, But because of what you've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of what I've done, But because of who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you've told me who I am. I am yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-4338315109954426452?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4338315109954426452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4338315109954426452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4338315109954426452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4338315109954426452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-solitude.html' title='The joys of solitude'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiKF3xiMNVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-4gp46-njrI/s72-c/bora6+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-63037370245507240</id><published>2009-05-24T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:56:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The distant tempest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiJiPXenpqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CVcja5H_Pgw/s1600-h/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341940124154832546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiJiPXenpqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CVcja5H_Pgw/s320/162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out of my room at 10:30 pm to catch some air and noticed a barrage of strobe lights coming from the beach area. There were no sounds whatsoever, just flashes of lights. I went out for a walk to satisfy my curiosity and saw something I have never seen before. The whole island of Boracay is blanketed by myriad of stars yet the island across is just being barraged by a furious lightning storm. I sat and watched in awe seeing the majestic power only GOD can create. My heart was beating fast, I was thunderstruck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-63037370245507240?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/63037370245507240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=63037370245507240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/63037370245507240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/63037370245507240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/distant-tempest.html' title='The distant tempest'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/SiJiPXenpqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CVcja5H_Pgw/s72-c/162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-3366880098667663908</id><published>2009-05-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:17:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank GOD, it's Saturday</title><content type='html'>I spent a day galavanting and relaxing. I did lots of snorkeling ,beach bumming and drinking mango smoothies, in other words, I'm on vacation. Got myself a hair cut at a salon for P50 ($1.25). The hairdressers were having heated dialog about the scriptures. They sort of realized that I was paying attention to their chatter so they asked me for my opinion. It ended up as a 30 minute sermon. They thanked me for my time then said, "see you later pastor".There has been people on the streets that greets me "pastor" and I do not recall meeting these folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went snorkelling at night and enjoyed playing with the bioluminescent planktons. These are tiny shrimps that turns their "neon lights" on when disturbed. It's like the northern lights only it is under the waters. Really cool stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-3366880098667663908?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/3366880098667663908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=3366880098667663908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3366880098667663908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/3366880098667663908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-god-its-saturday.html' title='Thank GOD, it&apos;s Saturday'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-6017831083517063026</id><published>2009-05-22T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:24:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvReRZ9PoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3utGiSJTuZ4/s1600-h/bora3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340092101176409730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvReRZ9PoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3utGiSJTuZ4/s320/bora3+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying my cooking skills here in Boracay. The place I am staying has a "dirty" kitchen. Now I am not sure if this is a Filipino-only thing, but in the Philippines many houses have 2 kitchens. One for show and one to actually use—the hidden kitchen,usually outdoors,is where all the action happens; where things are spilled and chopped and fried. The other one (the show kitchen) remains pristine ,leaving guests to wonder: Where did they cook this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen has 2 gas burners , a small table and an impromtu charcoal grill. The utensils are very basic and limited and the knives very dull. I have to constantly figure out a different way to Mcgyver things.The food items (meats and veggies) that are available are also limited . Most of the items that are common to me are not available in Boracay because local folks are unfamiliar or unable to afford such luxuries. Believe me ,brocolli is a luxury here. The resorts and restaurants often buy their food products in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;However, I am able to provide a good 2 course meals, (sometimes 3)for all 10 of us. (Me, the hotel staff and 3 kids) for the same price as one meal for me if I go out. Can you believe it, a whole meal for 10 for under $7. That is what you call a deal.&lt;br /&gt;The staff are really thankful for my effort and allows me to minister to them in a special way. I enjoy the challenge of cooking "outside the box" and at the same time provide love, care, sharing the gospel and friendships to these new friends of mine. Please pray that they will see the awesomeness of GOD through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-6017831083517063026?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/6017831083517063026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=6017831083517063026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6017831083517063026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/6017831083517063026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-for-10.html' title='Dinner for 10'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvReRZ9PoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3utGiSJTuZ4/s72-c/bora3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1057349618836744971</id><published>2009-05-21T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:00:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria, blessings of a thankful heart.</title><content type='html'>I met this old lady named Maria. She is 70, missing an arm, and I found her begging on the sidewalk. I dropped P100 ($2.50) in her cup and walked away. She started running after me and told me that I might have mistaken my gift to her because this is a lot. I smiled at her and gave her a few more. She was refusing and kept saying " too much" because she feels that she just needed P20 ($0.50)to buy rice for the day. I insisted and she cried, "this will feed me and my grandchild for 2 weeks",she said,saying with a humble and thankful spirit. I held her shoulder and prayed. I went to the beach and cried. I cannot wait for the resort to open up so that I can do more. A lot more. It was said, It is more blessed to give than to receive. Boy, is it ever true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1057349618836744971?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1057349618836744971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1057349618836744971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1057349618836744971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1057349618836744971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/mariablessings-of-thankful-heart.html' title='Maria, blessings of a thankful heart.'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1912283847555949616</id><published>2009-05-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:13:05.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvAP3R85BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t-D8qj6_3Hs/s1600-h/2006-10-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340073161947669522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvAP3R85BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t-D8qj6_3Hs/s320/2006-10-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the staff at the resort was looking for something in the rocks with his flashlight. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he was trying to catch a coconut crab. I've seen and caught a lot of crabs in Vancouver, but I have not seen these kind. These are land crabs that feed on coconuts and leaves. You have to catch them with your bare hands at nighttime. He caught 7 and we had it for a meal. Mmmmm, that is one tasty crab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1912283847555949616?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1912283847555949616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1912283847555949616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1912283847555949616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1912283847555949616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/coconut-crabs.html' title='Coconut crabs'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShvAP3R85BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t-D8qj6_3Hs/s72-c/2006-10-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-8848336178020980292</id><published>2009-05-20T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:25:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour De Boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Shuz3fb6a9I/AAAAAAAAADs/vqDPce9tRTs/s1600-h/sea-horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340059549090606034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Shuz3fb6a9I/AAAAAAAAADs/vqDPce9tRTs/s320/sea-horse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this concept. I would look "hot and buff" by the time my wife sees me if I bike to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ilig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iligan&lt;/span&gt; everyday. Armed with my snorkel gear pack and a bottle of water, I started my attack like Lance Armstrong, feeling the wind at my back and focused on the road ,breezing past the tricycles and making it to station #1 in record time. Unfortunately I did not account the road incline past station #1. My legs are slowly turning to mush and I'm now being more like Neil Armstrong on the moon, slow and cumbersome. I ended up doing more walking than biking.I got to find a different way to look "hot and buff" because this biking thing is a dumb idea. I'm thankful that I am not a foul- &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mouthed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cursing man. I made it to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ilig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iligan&lt;/span&gt; somehow and jumped in the ocean to cool my aching body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snorkeled around the inlet and was graced by it's beauty. I found myself swimming with a school of angelfish, surprised by a zooming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jackfish&lt;/span&gt; and was mesmerized by the presence of seahorses. So many different and colorful sea creatures. I can swim here forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went inside my land and prayed for it's future and that the LORD be magnified through this property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biking back was breeze since it is mostly downhill. Way cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back to my room, took a shower and ended up falling asleep at 6:30 pm. Got up at midnight to call my wife, then back to bed. I woke up at 9 am the next day. I was one tired boy. Lance Armstrong ,you got my respect, man. Hopefully I'll try this again, someday. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-8848336178020980292?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/8848336178020980292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=8848336178020980292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8848336178020980292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/8848336178020980292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/tour-de-boracay.html' title='Tour De Boracay'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/Shuz3fb6a9I/AAAAAAAAADs/vqDPce9tRTs/s72-c/sea-horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1595634655799740038</id><published>2009-05-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:29:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zacchaeus</title><content type='html'>I went back to town to pay all the necessary closing costs of the land. I was advised earlier by the lawyer that I will need to pay so much for the total cost. The numbers seemed to change depending on who she talked to. I am getting a hint that the changes are based on who is the power at be at the time. There isn't a fixed point of reference. She told me that she will get in contact with the head of the department. I met with the head "Zacchaeus"" and was surprised because this is a person that I knew from the past. I explained what I was planning to do and she scripted out a bill that was less than half of what is from the original number. I asked her if it is legal. "It is now", my friend said. I'd rather you be able to utilize your money for something good than for someone's pocket. My friendly tax collector is not even from this area, just a passing by for the day. Perfect timing or divine provision, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;The banks in the area does not accept canadian dollars so we had to go to a money changer. We went to one and was offered P36.75/$1., my helper was quite aghast and told the money changers that they should repent for trying to scam a "pastor".She did a lot of calling and asking around till we found some one that will trade for P39.50/$1. This makes a big deal when you need to change a large amount.We got everything done  and I thanked her for being such a big help. I tried to offer her some money for helping, she refused but asked if I can pray for her instead. This is one interesting roller coaster ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1595634655799740038?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1595634655799740038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1595634655799740038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1595634655799740038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1595634655799740038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/zacchaeus.html' title='Zacchaeus'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7969656320911042647</id><published>2009-05-18T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:12:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 K</title><content type='html'>I went to see a sleep doctor prior to going to the Philippines. He placed me on some test and the result indicated that I have a severe case of apnea. It means that I involuntary stop breathing 15 times/hour on my sleep times. My throat collapses when I'm laying down on my back and air cannot get in, thus the snoring and gasping at night as what my wife complains about.He told me to use a CPAP machine, it forces air in my nose and should "fix" my problem. Before I left his office, he looked at me and told me to also lose 15 lbs. as I am looking pudgy. The nerve of that guy calling me " pudgy".&lt;br /&gt;Eight days in boracay and I've already lost 8 lbs. My pedometer is indicating that I'm averaging 10k a day with my walking around and about.I haven't had a softdrink since I came here and there are no stores that sells chocolate bars. I have been eating a lot of mangoes and drinking lots of water and I'm sweating all the time. This is like being on the "Biggest Loser" campus without working out as hard.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a single allergic reactions so far including that of eating uncooked onions which I'm highly allergic to. Really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7969656320911042647?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7969656320911042647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7969656320911042647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7969656320911042647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7969656320911042647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-k.html' title='10 K'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-7453175541624395433</id><published>2009-05-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:57:05.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give and it shall be given</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbLRHs89XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYhP9sGrdsQ/s1600-h/bora5+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338677903280108914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbLRHs89XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYhP9sGrdsQ/s320/bora5+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church service at 10 am today. The ywam team led the worship and the preaching of the word. I got the opportunity to pray for them as they were going back to Switzerland on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Yapak to minister to the hungry kids there then was invited to have dinner at a restaurant owned by a church member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in awe of the giving attitude that this restauranteur had for us. He gave the best of what he had for us at a large cost to him yet humbly serving us as if we were his best clients. The food just kept on coming. By the time we left,his restaurant was packed while others beside him are empty. Much to show that you cannot outgive GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-7453175541624395433?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/7453175541624395433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=7453175541624395433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7453175541624395433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/7453175541624395433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-and-it-shall-be-given.html' title='Give and it shall be given'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbLRHs89XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eYhP9sGrdsQ/s72-c/bora5+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-4095334206362260132</id><published>2009-05-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:38:24.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits</title><content type='html'>I got an opportunity to wear my UGM jacket today because the rain is coming down hard. I decided to walk down by the beach shore for an early evening stroll. One of the open air restaurant was having a terrible time getting their clients their staff and their food items in order. They were moving everybody and everything under the thatch roof building.It was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what happened but I found myself coordinating the whole dinner venue . It's like running one of UGM's big dinners. The owner of the restaurant asked me if I work for them and if not would I want to work for them. I replied no to both questions. He thanked me for my effort and invited me for a free buffet dinner. I guess old habits are hard to let go sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-4095334206362260132?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/4095334206362260132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=4095334206362260132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4095334206362260132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/4095334206362260132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-habits.html' title='Old habits'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-2795186911621032879</id><published>2009-05-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:15:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YWAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbBXEShCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/LoqmgWQkTX8/s1600-h/bora4+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338667010326858354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbBXEShCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/LoqmgWQkTX8/s320/bora4+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at an internet cafe using my magic jack when I bumped in to 2 short term missionaries from YWAM. They are currently doing DTS in Switzerland and came to Boracay for 3 weeks of mission trip. I told them that I am very familiar with YWAM Vancouver and have worked alongside with them for 10 years during my ministry days with Union Gospel Mission. They took me to meet the pastor of Church on the Rock. They are the ones that are spearheading the feeding ministry for the kids in the island. I joined them that afternoon on the ministry site in Tambisaan where they shared a bible story, sang silly songs with actions played with the kids and fed them. I had the opportunity to share during the bible study for the parents of the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the NFC youth group to come here and do a short term ministry with these wonderful kids. How about the gang from Cornerstone or CCCC,Mississauga Baptist, Douglas College Nursing students, hey Ryan and Hilary how about sending some teams this way ,huh? There is a lot of work to be done. Can you be counted for? I'd love to work with all of you folks again hopefully someday here in Boracay. Make sure you guys take Bill Wong with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7681106904195819444-2795186911621032879?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/2795186911621032879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=2795186911621032879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2795186911621032879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/2795186911621032879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/ywam.html' title='YWAM'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbBXEShCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/LoqmgWQkTX8/s72-c/bora4+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-5408982073498139627</id><published>2009-05-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:20:49.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbCnHxQgzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eplhjiEexzk/s1600-h/bora4+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338668385650639666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbCnHxQgzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eplhjiEexzk/s320/bora4+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having dinner with Ywam team at a beachfront restaurant. They were kind enough to buy me a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-5408982073498139627?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/5408982073498139627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=5408982073498139627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5408982073498139627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/5408982073498139627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-dinner-with-ywam-team-at.html' title=''/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShbCnHxQgzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eplhjiEexzk/s72-c/bora4+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681106904195819444.post-1385007398453925484</id><published>2009-05-14T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:42:15.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of text</title><content type='html'>Just about every adult in the philippines have a cell phone.It is one of those technological marvel that is highly consumed in this area. Most of them are pay as you go type and most of them are using the texting mode as a way to communicate because it is the cheapest way to get in contact with somebody. You can text anyone in the philippines for one peso. I can text my wife in canada for P1 (0.025). That is a great deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681106904195819444-1385007398453925484?l=jovenantolin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/feeds/1385007398453925484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681106904195819444&amp;postID=1385007398453925484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1385007398453925484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681106904195819444/posts/default/1385007398453925484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovenantolin.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-of-text.html' title='The joy of text'/><author><name>joven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00484518735281218856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWwjCa_Rwik/ShtJ_jHXPbI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdpFwzNkYog/S220/bora6+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
