<?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-7628045</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:14.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowsongs</title><subtitle type='html'>heartsongs: tales of snow life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>snow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628045.post-112810137358134487</id><published>2005-10-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:29:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The nature of an assembly</title><summary type='text'>What is in a name we might ask?  Assembly is just another word that to the dictionary means ‘a group of persons gathered together for a common purpose,’ ‘a meeting,’ or ‘a congregation.’However, early this week a member of a Christian brotherhood asked me to make an audio-visual presentation anchored on this very word… the assembly.  To them, an assembly is a response to a divine need for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/feeds/112810137358134487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628045&amp;postID=112810137358134487' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/112810137358134487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/112810137358134487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/2005/10/nature-of-assembly.html' title='The nature of an assembly'/><author><name>snow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628045.post-109075573350288373</id><published>2004-08-05T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T14:54:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGBU</title><summary type='text'>I was off to Sugbu with four men and a lady. At the strike of midnight, Lee piled us all into his Crosswind and ten minutes on the road into a nearby city, the jutes came out and the chatter of anticipation heightened.There was a number of quirks and little nuggets of what-of-its I came to know about. The gang of course are Lee, visual artist, fully developed person and gracefully managing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/feeds/109075573350288373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628045&amp;postID=109075573350288373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/109075573350288373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/109075573350288373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/2004/08/sugbu.html' title='SUGBU'/><author><name>snow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628045.post-108979406534084402</id><published>2004-07-14T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:34:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTSY ENCOUNTERS</title><summary type='text'>Here comes Mr. Antsy, all wrapped up in Christmas reds and eyes aglow with the prospect of sweets, sweets, sweets!  What’s with the Christmas season and ants, anyway?For one, December is a food season.  Kids revel on every treat and gets away with all the crumbs everywhere.  Another explanation is that December falls on a rainy season.  During rain, the ants surface to avoid their flooded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/feeds/108979406534084402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628045&amp;postID=108979406534084402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/108979406534084402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628045/posts/default/108979406534084402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edajwons2.blogspot.com/2004/07/antsy-encounters.html' title='ANTSY ENCOUNTERS'/><author><name>snow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628045.post-108979396686630715</id><published>2004-07-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:32:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBUKAL, of mystic falls, sulfur sprays &amp; wedding memoirs </title><summary type='text'>Going down the stone steps of the Pagoda to Lola Tinay’s kitchen, chattering excitedly, a little berry fruit almost knocked me down. Involuntarily, I looked up and sensed a silence that refused to be disturbed. I looked inquiringly at Lola Tinay, sitting serenely by her door, but she only smiled and placed a finger to her lips in a gesture of silence. 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