<?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-6448950060284442429</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:15:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring For Gold</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-6738389245784971556</id><published>2011-09-09T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:28:10.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lord, let Your wisdom guard my heart; let Your insight guide my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-6738389245784971556?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/6738389245784971556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=6738389245784971556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/6738389245784971556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/6738389245784971556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayer.html' title='The Prayer'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-5080013597363268120</id><published>2011-01-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:58:09.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>First Wave around 1/11/11 11:00 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-5080013597363268120?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/5080013597363268120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=5080013597363268120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5080013597363268120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5080013597363268120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2011/01/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-7782185646103969022</id><published>2010-08-13T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:52:49.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The hardest person to forgive is yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But you have to; to find freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-7782185646103969022?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/7782185646103969022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=7782185646103969022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7782185646103969022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7782185646103969022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please Forgive Me'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-8139775420324355328</id><published>2010-06-02T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:31:08.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Me Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Obeying God means aligning my will to God's will whatever the cost may be even if I don't feel like doing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-8139775420324355328?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/8139775420324355328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=8139775420324355328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8139775420324355328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8139775420324355328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/06/lead-me-lord.html' title='Lead Me Lord'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-7459622626652163375</id><published>2010-04-22T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:52:11.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>Sadly, it's so much easier to retreat in cowardice and choose what is convenient than having the courage to stand up and do what is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-7459622626652163375?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/7459622626652163375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=7459622626652163375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7459622626652163375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7459622626652163375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-8412160059970604928</id><published>2010-04-22T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:45:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Real joy is found only in being satisfied in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-8412160059970604928?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/8412160059970604928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=8412160059970604928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8412160059970604928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8412160059970604928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-get-no-satisfaction.html' title='(I Can&apos;t Get No) Satisfaction'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-4572848735532698717</id><published>2010-04-22T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:43:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Happiness is found not in the pursuit nor in the accumulation of material luxuries but in sharing what you have to those dear to you, the needy and the less fortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-4572848735532698717?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/4572848735532698717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=4572848735532698717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4572848735532698717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4572848735532698717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-4529745575515257622</id><published>2010-04-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:19:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a song that relates precisely to what I am going through in a season of my life. I find myself playing and wanting to hear and even singing the song over and over again. It’s more than LSS, it’s a cry of the heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-4529745575515257622?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/4529745575515257622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=4529745575515257622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4529745575515257622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4529745575515257622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/ordinary-song.html' title='Ordinary Song'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-140119079473633989</id><published>2010-04-14T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:27:29.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening is one of the hardest thing to do. Sometimes you can find yourself talking with someone; while he/she has something to tell, you also have something to tell. What you do is you let him/her talk for a while about what he/she wants to tell then you tell what you want to tell. You just talk, but in reality you don’t really listen to what the person you’re talking to is trying to tell. It takes a lot of effort to connect with people and set aside for a while your personal agenda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-140119079473633989?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/140119079473633989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=140119079473633989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/140119079473633989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/140119079473633989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-4138554599857119736</id><published>2010-04-14T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:54:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Does the end justify the means? &lt;br /&gt;I think that there is always a right way to do things. Even if your intentions are right, it does not mean that you go on doing whatever methods you think of just to accomplish you goals. Your goals and your methods to reaching those goals should both be considered thoroughly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-4138554599857119736?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/4138554599857119736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=4138554599857119736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4138554599857119736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4138554599857119736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-you-do.html' title='Everything You Do'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-2039987511868760805</id><published>2010-04-12T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:36:10.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could An Angel Break My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;The most hurtful words you would ever hear would come from the people you most respect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-2039987511868760805?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/2039987511868760805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=2039987511868760805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2039987511868760805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2039987511868760805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-could-angel-break-my-heart.html' title='How Could An Angel Break My Heart'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-5642318047186505353</id><published>2010-04-12T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:33:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;Love begets love. When people see that you are sincere in reaching out to them, they respond with the same sincerity. That’s the time when a total stranger, becomes a friend, or even family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-5642318047186505353?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/5642318047186505353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=5642318047186505353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5642318047186505353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5642318047186505353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-you-love-me.html' title='Because You Love Me'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-2194091293309280416</id><published>2010-04-12T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:32:56.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;A simple ‘hi!’ can boost esteem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;A simple ‘hello’ can encourage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;A simple greeting can alter the course of one’s life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-2194091293309280416?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/2194091293309280416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=2194091293309280416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2194091293309280416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2194091293309280416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-7828039321726463120</id><published>2010-04-12T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:32:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-PH;"&gt;If life is really meant to be shared, then the only way to have meaning in one’s life is by sharing it with another.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-7828039321726463120?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/7828039321726463120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=7828039321726463120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7828039321726463120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7828039321726463120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-my-life.html' title='It’s My Life'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-7616925201412868445</id><published>2010-04-09T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:19:49.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore</title><content type='html'>There are times when what your mind says is very different from what&amp;nbsp; you heart feels. And what your heart feels usually takes precedence over what your mind says even though you know that what your mind says is right. It takes time to process and to choose what is right over what feels right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-7616925201412868445?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/7616925201412868445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=7616925201412868445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7616925201412868445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/7616925201412868445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-fight-this-feeling-anymore.html' title='I Can&apos;t Fight This Feeling Anymore'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-1290145923353702505</id><published>2010-03-13T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:09:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Many people waste countless hours imagining what could be instead of giving effort to make their dreams a reality. Don’t waste your time imagining, start moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-1290145923353702505?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/1290145923353702505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=1290145923353702505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1290145923353702505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1290145923353702505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-182216855003609623</id><published>2010-03-13T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:38:42.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops... I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It’s really hard to stick to a routine that you know you need to do everyday, but you stick to it until it becomes a part of your life because you know the rewards would be great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-182216855003609623?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/182216855003609623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=182216855003609623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/182216855003609623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/182216855003609623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops... I Did It Again'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-8905587794566500379</id><published>2010-03-13T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:37:19.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are times when you just wish you could change your present situation, but in reality what you can control is your reaction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-8905587794566500379?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/8905587794566500379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=8905587794566500379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8905587794566500379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8905587794566500379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-world.html' title='Change The World'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-5893696992683173946</id><published>2010-03-13T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:34:35.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Not Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why bother texting people you miss while expecting they wouldn’t reply? Because they just might.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-5893696992683173946?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/5893696992683173946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=5893696992683173946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5893696992683173946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/5893696992683173946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-missing-you.html' title='I’m Not Missing You'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-6998155494505530168</id><published>2010-03-12T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:43:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seldom do relationships grow over distance. The relationship remains because of the foundation that was built before the two parties parted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-6998155494505530168?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/6998155494505530168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=6998155494505530168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/6998155494505530168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/6998155494505530168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-distance.html' title='From A Distance'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-2117773824823213247</id><published>2010-03-08T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:42:42.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are times when no amount of 'entertainment' and busyness can numb the feeling of missing someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-2117773824823213247?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/2117773824823213247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=2117773824823213247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2117773824823213247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2117773824823213247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you-like-crazy.html' title='I Miss You Like Crazy'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-1349095338448326902</id><published>2010-03-08T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:27:11.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Say A Little Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's really hard to get into the mood of prayer. There are times&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;I don't feel like praying and there are times that I really don't want to pray. I realized that to feel like praying and to get into the mood of praying, I just have to start praying. Praying is a choice. A choice to commune with the Almighty. Choose to pray! Now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-1349095338448326902?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/1349095338448326902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=1349095338448326902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1349095338448326902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1349095338448326902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-say-little-prayer.html' title='I Say A Little Prayer'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-9023925871118812143</id><published>2010-03-05T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:30:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set You Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All of us have limits. There are times when you wish you could have done so much more but in reality you have placed&amp;nbsp;everything in it. Learn to let go and learn to accept that there are things that are just beyond what you can do. As a friend of mine once said, "Let go and let God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-9023925871118812143?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/9023925871118812143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=9023925871118812143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/9023925871118812143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/9023925871118812143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/set-you-free.html' title='Set You Free'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-4658777837913986058</id><published>2010-03-05T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:21:57.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are things you can do just once.&amp;nbsp;Savor every&amp;nbsp;moment. Don't let&amp;nbsp;life pass through you without ever&amp;nbsp;living it. Slow down, life is not meant to be played in fast forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-4658777837913986058?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/4658777837913986058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=4658777837913986058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4658777837913986058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4658777837913986058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-once.html' title='Just Once'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-3157852464925813345</id><published>2010-03-05T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:11:40.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should Know By Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Maraming namamatay sa maling akala.&lt;/em&gt;" As it is said in Filipino. There are things that&amp;nbsp;frustrates a person when&amp;nbsp;he/she assumes a thing that should be when in reality it isn't.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes it might be a no-brainer, but&amp;nbsp;it really pays to just ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-3157852464925813345?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/3157852464925813345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=3157852464925813345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/3157852464925813345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/3157852464925813345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-should-know-by-now.html' title='You Should Know By Now'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-2096852335060193206</id><published>2010-03-04T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:49:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Life Is So Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is too short to be full of regrets. There are things that you must do with all of your heart and there are things that you must do without delaying it any longer. &lt;br /&gt;So don't just stand there, do it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-2096852335060193206?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/2096852335060193206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=2096852335060193206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2096852335060193206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2096852335060193206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-life-is-so-short.html' title='If Life Is So Short'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-2057153915981366159</id><published>2010-03-03T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:19:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are For</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are really things that your friends can see that you cannot. The myriad of experiences they can share with you are valuable things that can enrich your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-2057153915981366159?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/2057153915981366159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=2057153915981366159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2057153915981366159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/2057153915981366159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-spots.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are For'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-8481145205381637745</id><published>2010-03-03T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:38:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer I Get To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To become a friend like the way I am with my close friends; &lt;br /&gt;that's the first step. &lt;br /&gt;To be able to talk about anything and everything under the sun for hours without getting bored; &lt;br /&gt;that's the task at hand!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-8481145205381637745?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/8481145205381637745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=8481145205381637745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8481145205381637745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8481145205381637745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2010/03/closer-i-get-to-you.html' title='Closer I Get To You'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-9003314183248438806</id><published>2009-11-01T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:36:22.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To You</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;am very thankful for the recent events that&amp;nbsp;I got to meet with friends who are honest and bold enough to ask me hard questions that&amp;nbsp;I need to process and think about.&amp;nbsp;I praise the Lord of their lives and just how God has continued to connect us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-9003314183248438806?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/9003314183248438806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=9003314183248438806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/9003314183248438806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/9003314183248438806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thanks To You'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-1481505768447597848</id><published>2009-10-10T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:58:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Working from a geographically distant place always gives an atmosphere of excitement everytime I am able to get a break and travel back home 'closer' to family and friends. I usually try and ask friends that I believe who are close to me to meet together, update each other, and talk just like 'old times'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But i guess my excitement is slowly fading everytime i get back. Slowly i am beginning to think that people are so busy that trying to meet them would just waste their time or take their time from what they need to do. Plus the fact that i know that in meet-ups i usually come in the latest, so that really stinks. Somehow i just want to settle with SMS and email to know how they are doing and meeting up would be the last option i would take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One of the saddest thing that i know i do is that when i feel that communication with a friend becomes indirect, my heart starts to shut towards that friend. My usual eagerness to tell them stories would just end up with template answers like "Ok naman!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways i know that i am not a perfect friend, i have much to learn, i know that people are do busy with their calling and fulfilling their destinies in life, and i don't want to take them away from that. I just believe that life is meant to be shared, so i hope i would be someone that could be considered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe its better that i'm far.... at least i know that i cant to anything about the distance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-1481505768447597848?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/1481505768447597848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=1481505768447597848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1481505768447597848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/1481505768447597848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-close-still-so-far.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-8175797155887291589</id><published>2009-08-10T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:00:12.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting old is out of the question, growing and maturing is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a text message encourages; how much more an email, a phone call, a video, or a chat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are more stars here in the province than in Manila, guess why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you keep your birthday a secret, no one will greet you and if they do find out, you wished you've told them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweating and feeling your muscle ache after exercising actually feels good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting tired from a long walk is not so bad after all (especially if your alone, walking in near pitch black darkness). After reaching your destination, you'll look back and say "Wow, I actually made it!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're walking in near pitch black darkness, you'll appreciate even the littlest light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late greetings are late, but you'll appreciate them anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people text you Bible verses, you should get you Bible, look for them and read them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a list of people you'd expect to greet you on your birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're far away from home, you'll appreciate you family more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you plan, you should do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the greatest if not the greatest physical ache in the world is the tooth ache; it can keep you crying for hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry work is tiresome, even if it’s just your own clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can only do so much in ministry. Praise the Lord! For if everything was up to me; it would be a total mess and I would be a total failure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's sad to see adolescents and teenagers caring more about how they look than how they behave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are two kinds of discipline-preventive and corrective.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theologically, God is good, all the time; Experientially, He's the best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christians should put the pressure on their peers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems expose who or what we really believe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the most passionate and spiritual people I know are funny, cheerful and energetic-they are the people you don't meet everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's no place like home, but you'd rather be where God wants you to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real problem with conflict is selfishness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The question is not if you have been influenced by the world; the question is how much; and if you’re are Christian, the next question is how is 'your mind being transformed by the Word?'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you read notes and letters given to you by friends from way back; they still touch your heart today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer games are a great source of entertainment and a total time-waster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you blog; you hope people who would read it would also post comments about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-8175797155887291589?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/8175797155887291589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=8175797155887291589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8175797155887291589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/8175797155887291589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-random-thoughts.html' title='27 Random Thoughts'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448950060284442429.post-4805691390157086937</id><published>2008-09-12T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:55:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Let You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems a reality that when a person is in a tight situation, he/she realizes who are the people that have really made an impact in their lives, he/she identifies people who have contributed to the welfare of his/her being even before the tight situation came. So in these situation a person immediately longs for his/her most trusted friends. He/she somehow expects that these people would be available to help. Moreover, it’s not even the ‘help’ that is wanted, it’s just the company and the encouragement knowing that a live human being is beside him/her and is walking with him/her even for just a few steps along way of that difficult road. Amidst the difficulty, amidst the pain; faith is strengthened; hope is heightened and love is expressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, I find it also interesting that in these situation, the person in distress will also know who are the people whom he/she has touched for these people will be the people who are ready and are most willing to respond immediately to the call for ‘help’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why I am saying these things? As I write this blog (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my officially first one&lt;/span&gt;), I am faced with the reality that tomorrow is the start of the two year journey away from the environment and people that I have grown to love. One superseding feeling I now realize during the past months is that in this situation I longed for the comfort, encouragement and love from the people that for me have touched (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘touched’ lang ba? Yung iba, kwan…&lt;/span&gt;) my life greatly. So I really tried to meet them. To paraphrase what a friend said, I went a long way just to meet them to a place where it is nearer for them to meet me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya lang yung iba hindi sumipot, bitter?&lt;/span&gt;). In one occasion I waited for a friend for more than two hours so that we could just meet for approximately 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So before I go and as a response to these people who took the time in their busy schedule to meet me, in the time where deep down I really wanted to feel loved (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow shocks, tears falling…&lt;/span&gt;), I want to tell you now that the small amount of time we spent together this past few weeks were very meaningful to me and I really felt loved. And I thank you for that (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalu na sa mga nanlibre! Sa uulitin! Yung iba, pwede pa, padala niyo na lang yung cash!&lt;/span&gt;), and I thank God for meshing our lives together. I do not really know when I would be able to formally and personally appreciate what you have done for me especially these past few days, but I want you to know that you are appreciated. I thank you for walking with me towards the door of the next chapter in my life (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well I think hindi lang naman towards the door, kasama pa kayo sa mga susunod na chapters… subukan niyo lang mang-iwan sa ere!&lt;/span&gt;) And I would want to be there and walk with you in one of your difficult moments. Anyways, we’ll see again this Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this is it, my first official blog posted to the world, due to the insisted personal demand of a friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448950060284442429-4805691390157086937?l=taronron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/feeds/4805691390157086937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448950060284442429&amp;postID=4805691390157086937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4805691390157086937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448950060284442429/posts/default/4805691390157086937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taronron.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-i-let-you-go.html' title='Before I Let You Go'/><author><name>P.J. Ron Fortaleza</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116247616530084833898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/--eT5T3yC6no/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/GvMYLKnmEwA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
