<?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-11094068</id><updated>2012-01-11T20:23:50.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing God's love thru writing...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my way of sharing with you the many blessings I have received and continue to receive in life.  I hope to inspire, encourage, or even heal wounds, and bring a whole new meaning to your life through my writings. Enjoy reading and be blessed! ....-jam-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-6226867834203014790</id><published>2012-01-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:23:50.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll Brag This Time</title><summary type='text'>While changing her pull-ups, 3-year old Sofia suddenly exclaimed in her unintelligible speech, “Mish Jam, ich ameyshing!”  What’s amazing? I asked.  Once again she said, “Ich ameyshing!” then ran back to the classroom.  I just smiled and followed her.  Maybe it’s just one of those new words that she just heard again.  She just loves repeating whatever she hears.But Sofia’s right.  She just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/6226867834203014790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=6226867834203014790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6226867834203014790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6226867834203014790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-brag-this-time.html' title='I’ll Brag This Time'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-6166597154987467039</id><published>2010-12-28T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:16:38.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin'</title><summary type='text'>It hurts, still. Especially when there’s no one to catch you when you fall... When it leaves wounds that you know will take time to heal... When there’s no one to blame but yourself... But what’s good with it is that, every fall reminds me that I can always get up afterwards, no matter how bad it may seem.  I’ve always been good at it actually...And I do it fast…really fast!  No dwelling too much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/6166597154987467039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=6166597154987467039' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6166597154987467039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6166597154987467039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/12/fallin.html' title='Fallin&apos;'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-5365670460624039269</id><published>2010-11-21T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:38:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart broken...not!</title><summary type='text'>As I write this, my eyes are still heavy and puffy due to crying.  If I remember it right, the last time I cried this hard was when I got my heart broken.  Today was different.  I cried, not because I was hurt, but because I felt renewed and rejuvenated, and most of all because my heart was made whole... I, was made whole.I still have problems, fears and worries, but as I received the Holy Spirit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/5365670460624039269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=5365670460624039269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/5365670460624039269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/5365670460624039269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/11/heart-brokennot.html' title='Heart broken...not!'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-9040849450346020632</id><published>2010-11-03T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T05:25:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found...Found and lost...</title><summary type='text'>She was in oblivion, trying to find the perfect Valentines’ day card in a vast, not to mention, dizzying array of greeting cards on the rack, when a familiar song suddenly played in the background...“Looking in your eyes I see a paradiseThis world that I found is too good to be true…”She has been constantly and repeatedly listening to that song in her iPod for weeks now, but still it never fails </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/9040849450346020632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=9040849450346020632' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/9040849450346020632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/9040849450346020632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-and-foundfound-then-lost.html' title='Lost and found...Found and lost...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-3264242480582445117</id><published>2010-07-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:43:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Jam wants, Jam doesn’t always get…</title><summary type='text'>When I came here in the US on the 3rd of July of 2008, I didn’t know exactly what God’s plans for me are.  I just knew it was His will for me to be here, that’s why I got a visa, and so I thought my own plans will work out the way I want them to.  But things didn’t come easy for me.  I had to do odd jobS…I had to experience heartbreakS (yes, that’s plural too)...felt weak, unable and hopeless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3264242480582445117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=3264242480582445117' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3264242480582445117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3264242480582445117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-jam-wants-jam-doesnt-always-get.html' title='What Jam wants, Jam doesn’t always get…'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-237591427279491808</id><published>2010-06-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:17:35.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Heart for Sc**t</title><summary type='text'>I have long been thinking of a title for something that I wanted to write about for quite sometime now. However, just because I couldn’t think of a way to finish my title, I also couldn’t start writing anything about it. I couldn’t organize my thoughts and couldn’t find the urge to actually put them in writing. Little did I know, that the person (I mean the little person) whom I wanted to write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/237591427279491808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=237591427279491808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/237591427279491808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/237591427279491808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-heart-for-scott.html' title='A Big Heart for Sc**t'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-4718744480219449173</id><published>2010-06-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:16:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just speak straight from the heart...</title><summary type='text'>One of the things that I fear doing most is giving a speech in front of many people. I can talk the whole day in front of the kids and do silly things with them, oblivious to whoever is watching. But to speak on stage to an adult audience...oh please! I abhor it! I know it’s ironic because I’m a teacher. I remember telling my coordinator back when I was still teaching in the Philippines, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/4718744480219449173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=4718744480219449173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4718744480219449173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4718744480219449173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-speak-straight-from-heart.html' title='Just speak straight from the heart...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-1920938448942573368</id><published>2010-04-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:13:27.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if it's a "NO"?</title><summary type='text'>I pray to God for anything and everything. Simple or complicated, I know God doesn’t mind. He wants it better when we run to Him for help and for comfort.Sometimes, some of the things that happen in our life are contrary to what we’ve been praying for. When things don’t turn out the way we want them to, should we still be persistent in prayer? When and how do we know if God is already saying... “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/1920938448942573368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=1920938448942573368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/1920938448942573368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/1920938448942573368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-you-know-if-its-no.html' title='How do you know if it&apos;s a &quot;NO&quot;?'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-9180525891041826347</id><published>2009-12-27T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:58:19.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year that was…</title><summary type='text'>Just as I was busy working on my lesson plan, memories of the year that was, kept flashing in my mind.  And just as I was trying my very best to start anew with my life, people and things are just there to take me back to the year that has gone by. It was a good thing that there’s also always something there to remind me that there is a tomorrow to look forward to…“As the New Year approaches, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/9180525891041826347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=9180525891041826347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/9180525891041826347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/9180525891041826347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was…'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-3741260988066163735</id><published>2009-11-12T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:32:49.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'd Do for Love</title><summary type='text'>Wait...fall in...fall out of...look for...We do all these for love.  I…have done all these for love.  Isn't it tiring?  I say it’s not.  No matter how painful the last heartbreak is, we still continuously yearn for love.  And honestly, I do.  Who doesn't?  I guess only those who already found it. The last one I had, which was my first heartbreak too, was both easy and hard for me to handle.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3741260988066163735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=3741260988066163735' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3741260988066163735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3741260988066163735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-id-do-for-love.html' title='What I&apos;d Do for Love'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-702305183394844157</id><published>2009-11-03T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:37:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What I Wanted</title><summary type='text'>Until now I still get a lot of realizations in terms of my chosen profession. It's as if my love for my work and happiness that I feel right now are not enough, I'm still constantly presented with a lot of reasons that keep my passion for teaching burning. Sometimes, (well,fine...most of the time!) I find myself exuberant whenever I talk about my work and experiences in my own little world..my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/702305183394844157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=702305183394844157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/702305183394844157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/702305183394844157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-what-i-wanted.html' title='Just What I Wanted'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-1699615885679588046</id><published>2009-07-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:03:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinx</title><summary type='text'>I hope I’m not.A couple of weeks ago, a friend told me about his plans of proposing to his Pinay girlfriend.  He will be flying to Canada, where she is working, to propose on her birthday.  I asked him how he’s going to do it and even gave him an idea - how he could make it even more special.  Since he speaks English and maybe a couple of other languages, but Filipino, I offered to translate what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/1699615885679588046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=1699615885679588046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/1699615885679588046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/1699615885679588046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/jinx.html' title='Jinx'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-5285567322112370126</id><published>2009-07-06T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:42:41.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><summary type='text'>I’m almost 28… and clumsy.  ‘Guess you don’t just outgrow clumsiness. Haha I remember some of the funny (but painful!) instances that I demonstrated my gracefulness, in all the glory of ITS REVERSE.As far as I can recall, one instance happened when I was still a naïve and innocent looking, not to mention single (since birth!), office girl strutting my stuff along Ayala Avenue on my way to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/5285567322112370126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=5285567322112370126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/5285567322112370126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/5285567322112370126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-6371278090637616629</id><published>2009-07-03T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:54:25.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Geared Up</title><summary type='text'>It’s amazing how God works in mysterious but truly wonderful and beautiful ways.  In life, we just have to entrust our life to Him and He will take charge of everything.­No matter how strong, smart intelligent or capable we think we are, there will come a time that we will feel weak, unable and hopeless.  Just recently, I felt I hit rock bottom.  I found the strength and the willpower to rise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/6371278090637616629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=6371278090637616629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6371278090637616629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/6371278090637616629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-geared-up.html' title='All Geared Up'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-8619533031349063727</id><published>2009-07-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:35:15.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 1</title><summary type='text'>This was the very same day that I left the Philippines a year ago.Even before I was able to set foot in the airport, it already dawned on me that things will never be the same again.  Nothing was certain…nothing was clear.  I left with nothing but hope and my deep prayers in hand. For the first time, I was at the airport last year, not as a well-wisher, but the one being sent away.  It was hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/8619533031349063727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=8619533031349063727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/8619533031349063727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/8619533031349063727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-1.html' title='Big 1'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-7040584524829888433</id><published>2008-09-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:22:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a nurturer...</title><summary type='text'>Link &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/7040584524829888433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=7040584524829888433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/7040584524829888433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/7040584524829888433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-nurturer.html' title='I am a nurturer...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-3151230544423051683</id><published>2008-07-23T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:37:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><summary type='text'>Then:  I wouldn’t give a damn cooking at home...mommy’s there anyway!Now:  I would turn off the tv just so I could learn from my sister’s cooking.  I even cook on my own now!Then:  I’d do the laundry while surfing the net or watching tvNow:  I go to Laundromat and wait for the laundry to finish in an hour or two while sitting and listening repeatedly to the 6 songs uploaded in my cellphoneThen:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3151230544423051683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=3151230544423051683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3151230544423051683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/3151230544423051683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2008/07/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-4866925814531569498</id><published>2008-07-04T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:20:42.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proposal Extraordinaire</title><summary type='text'>There was no kneeling in front of me…He didn’t pop the question, “Will you marry me?” nor I cried while saying “Yes, I will marry you…”   None of these happened. Instead, everything was so extraordinarily simple, yet unforgettable.   He sent me up to the entrance of the airport.  Then he brought out a small black box from his pocket, opened it, and put on my finger, a ring.  All that he was able </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/4866925814531569498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=4866925814531569498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4866925814531569498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4866925814531569498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2008/07/proposal-extraordinaire.html' title='A Proposal Extraordinaire'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oE_dFFxY-ZU/SG6_JljodCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBAewO8HkZE/s72-c/03072008023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-4981442188432342278</id><published>2008-03-21T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:26:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Never Know When...</title><summary type='text'>When I was young, all I dreamed of was just to finish my studies and eventually work and be of help to my family.  I remember I had a couple of ambitions then…to be an accountant (for I thought I was good at Math), to be a flight attendant (because of the opportunity to travel with pay, plus I thought then that I could easily be one just because of my long legs), or be a business woman just like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/4981442188432342278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=4981442188432342278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4981442188432342278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/4981442188432342278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-just-never-know-when.html' title='You Just Never Know When...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-8905782789167844186</id><published>2007-07-28T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:18:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for a doctor wannabe</title><summary type='text'> If you need a cure, I’ll be slow but sure&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; I’ll certainly try, not to make you cry Truly this job, entails compassion and love. For doctors are used by God to extend one’s life.   I may give you tablets, which may have side effects. But I won’t prescribe, if it’s insignificant For what’s in my mind is for you to be fine. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/8905782789167844186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=8905782789167844186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/8905782789167844186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/8905782789167844186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2007/07/poem-for-doctor-wannabe.html' title='A poem for a doctor wannabe'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-114456940901054096</id><published>2006-04-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:56:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The school year that was...</title><summary type='text'>Everything was a shock – the make-up, not to mention the red lipstick, the numerous essays, the Dale Carnegie sessions, etc.  Eleven months ago, I was wondering if I can make it at OBMCI.  There were days when I was already on the verge of quitting, but God helped me pull through.  I was able to survive the rigorous Part I training, but I know it was just the start.True enough, it was.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/114456940901054096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=114456940901054096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/114456940901054096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/114456940901054096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-year-that-was.html' title='The school year that was...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-112884592929004198</id><published>2005-10-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:22:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Manage My Time (Workload)</title><summary type='text'>With the bulk of work that I have right now, I can’t help but wonder sometimes how I am able to manage my time.  I’ve been doing a lot of things since I started teaching here and I just feel blessed to be able to contend with all the pressures that go together with this profession.  How?  I am not so sure, but I truly believe that the only way to function well and be truly satisfied is to do what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/112884592929004198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=112884592929004198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112884592929004198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112884592929004198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-i-manage-my-time-workload.html' title='How I Manage My Time (Workload)'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-112705484044939098</id><published>2005-09-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:08:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple joys of teaching...</title><summary type='text'>He is indeed changing... and it’s for the better.  Soon after talking to Patrick, he copied the notes in Language that day and for the very first time, he finished his work in the classroom.  The other teachers, who actually didn’t know what happened earlier that day, also reported to me, as his adviser, the sudden change in Patrick.  They were actually surprised and also very happy, as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/112705484044939098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=112705484044939098' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112705484044939098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112705484044939098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/09/simple-joys-of-teaching.html' title='Simple joys of teaching...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-112705413554358361</id><published>2005-09-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:26:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud and Blessed..</title><summary type='text'>It brought me into bliss... to seventh heaven.  It was such a wonderful feeling.  I was right, I would gain so much fulfillment in this new-found career.When I saw Patrick crying, I was moved.  I nearly hugged him.  He used to be the brave but ill-behaved student of mine.  He disobeys a lot of school rules and brings a lot of headaches to his teachers.  But this time, I saw the other side of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/112705413554358361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=112705413554358361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112705413554358361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112705413554358361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/09/proud-and-blessed.html' title='Proud and Blessed..'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-112389414002007287</id><published>2005-08-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:24:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to teach...</title><summary type='text'>Whew! After a long time, I am here again, writing...err...typing… my thoughts.  I have long been wanting to jot down my feelings and experiences in my new career, but I didn't have the chance because of my very busy schedule.But anyway..here's what I have to say...***I would like to believe I am called to teach...One of my co-teachers told me that probably, this is my calling.  Despite the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/112389414002007287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=112389414002007287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112389414002007287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/112389414002007287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/08/called-to-teach.html' title='Called to teach...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-111138595187297715</id><published>2005-03-20T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:25:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Dreaming Soul</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Dreaming SoulYour vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficultYou are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/111138595187297715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=111138595187297715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111138595187297715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111138595187297715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-dreaming-soul.html' title='I Am A Dreaming Soul'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-111077039149737006</id><published>2005-03-13T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:54:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to  the "ONE" God has prepared for me...</title><summary type='text'>Am I sometimes making your life difficult?Do I not know how to love completely?Am I indifferent and such a brat at times?Forgive me for all the hurt that I've caused you...Pardon the little monster in me which surfaces every now and then...My apologies if I've taken you for granted...and for making you sometimes feel forsaken in the middle of our conflicts.You are God's answer to my prayer...I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/111077039149737006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=111077039149737006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111077039149737006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111077039149737006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/03/open-letter-to-one-god-has-prepared.html' title='An open letter to  the &quot;ONE&quot; God has prepared for me...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-111003114711463614</id><published>2005-03-05T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:27:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the sun sets... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/111003114711463614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=111003114711463614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111003114711463614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/111003114711463614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-sun-sets.html' title=''/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-110992121522268933</id><published>2005-03-03T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:26:28.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansahamnida...</title><summary type='text'> “Teacher, this is Joon...”I was so elated upon hearing him on the other end of the line... I nearly jumped for joy.I just received a call from Joon, one of my 1st batch of students. For a 13 year old to do that, it was so overwhelming for me. He called all the way from Korea. When they were still here, a number of my students asked for my cellphone number and email address and told me that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/110992121522268933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=110992121522268933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/110992121522268933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/110992121522268933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/03/kansahamnida.html' title='Kansahamnida...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11094068.post-110941709782723598</id><published>2005-02-26T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T03:24:57.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><summary type='text'>haven't written anything for quite some time except for my school papers and love letters... not like before when i was still part of the corporate world...i had all the time to ponder on things... those were the days when i didn't know what i wanted in life...the time when i was at the point of staleness...i didn't have much social life...(uhmm..oh, until now pla!)i didn't even have a special </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/110941709782723598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11094068&amp;postID=110941709782723598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/110941709782723598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11094068/posts/default/110941709782723598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamhernandez.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>jAmiLaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05467722192739134176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkbO2qxlWfE/TVhB1jdhsFI/AAAAAAAAACw/AAH1GHxM3qI/s220/jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
