<?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-6616076864746714027</id><updated>2011-09-03T04:41:20.953-07:00</updated><category term='reFlectioNs'/><category term='jokes lng poh..'/><category term='dormoments'/><category term='CPA'/><category term='intellectualities'/><category term='attached'/><category term='emorej'/><category term='kainutilan'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='immersion'/><category term='emo moments'/><title type='text'>THE ACCOUNTING DREAM</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of a C.P.A. in Process.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-9215649658912877690</id><published>2010-12-06T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:57:19.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPA'/><title type='text'>ROUND 1.</title><content type='html'>Hindi naman sya boxing. Andun lang ring ng bell na maririnig mo tuwing umaga at breaks. &lt;div&gt;ROUND 1. Una pa lamang pero madugo na. Buti na lang tinatamaan pa naman ng swerte, swerte na napasa ko lahat ng 4 n naunang quizzes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sana sa pagpapatuloy nito'y patuloy pa ring maging maganda ang scores ko. At Sana'y hindi ako pati mga classmate maknockout sa ROUND na to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the ACCOUTING DREAM- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-9215649658912877690?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/9215649658912877690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=9215649658912877690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9215649658912877690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9215649658912877690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2010/12/round-1.html' title='ROUND 1.'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4969335032803529550</id><published>2009-03-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:13:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vacation? Not so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finals are over. yes, finally over.&lt;br&gt; yes, the sem is over but vacation?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i still have many things to do. a tribute to attend and help be organized.&lt;br&gt;a graduation to see (i'm still 2 years far from my own).&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an accountancy 2nd qualifying exam to prepare for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;summer classes to enroll.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;huh. it seems that i will never experience to true essence of this summer vacation.&lt;br&gt;i need to erase such notion. huhu!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will moving to 3rd year next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;somehow, i'm happy.&lt;br&gt;but the fear of failing is just an arms length.&lt;br&gt;i really hope to pass the qualifying exam&lt;br&gt;and aim to get grades not lower than 84 in my majors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i need to survive this feat.&lt;br&gt;really need to.&lt;br&gt;my future depends in it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May God bless and help me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to dream, believe and survive!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4969335032803529550?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4969335032803529550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4969335032803529550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4969335032803529550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4969335032803529550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-not-so.html' title='A Vacation? Not so!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-3442088503051700988</id><published>2009-03-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:46:35.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEADLY SATURDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;parang ayoko nang dumating pa ang darating na Saturday. what a day. such a doomsday. it's the final day. magkakaalaman na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;APAT ang exam ko! from 9:00 to 6:00pm may lunch break lng. lahat cla majors. lahat pa comprehensive at departmental. haay. di pa ako nag-aaral. gud luck n lng sakin. i have the time to post ths blog pero madami pa ako dpat gawin. i have to study. i also have to prepare for the tribute for our seniors! crap!&lt;/p&gt;panu ko ba cla pagsasabay-sabayin? God bless me..   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-3442088503051700988?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/3442088503051700988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=3442088503051700988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3442088503051700988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3442088503051700988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2009/03/deadly-saturday.html' title='DEADLY SATURDAY!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4846496918961528850</id><published>2009-01-30T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:10:59.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I came to log-in here at multiply...&lt;br&gt;it's been a while since I posted something here...&lt;br&gt;It's been a while since I came to visit my friends' sites...&lt;br&gt;It's been a while since I wrote here my day-to-day experiences...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It seems like I have been busy all the time...&lt;br&gt;from the midterm exams we have had last week... &lt;br&gt;wherein so far I got good results except for our oration in ORAL COMM...&lt;br&gt;One friend of mine told me that i was just that very bitter about the result...&lt;br&gt;I should have been happy for compared to my classmates i got a better grade...&lt;br&gt;Enough with that... as my Philosophy would say 'move on'..&lt;br&gt;We can move on but can't forget.. past will always be a part, a memory of the present, the here-and-now and an assured presence in the future...&lt;br&gt;THAT's PAGPAPAKAYAON... being able to live a meaningful life...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I have been pested out by the research we are doing, aside from the fact that it is group work and I am the only one working on it, my teacher have already rejected it THREE times just leaving comments on the first pages without going through with the pages...&lt;br&gt;It seems that we don't get want she want us to do...&lt;br&gt;I should have to ready myself with my first INCOMPLETE grade in this subject...&lt;br&gt;because if we can't produce a "scholarly' research, as she kept on telling us, we won't be able to take the finals...such a crap...haay..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;College life is really AWFUL... makes you have wrinkles and pimples on your soft face.. grrh..&lt;br&gt;It's getting tougher and tougher as days pass by...&lt;br&gt;It makes me ask myself 'Do I really have to study?"&lt;br&gt;In this world where getting a degree is not a guarantee that you will land a good job?&lt;br&gt;In this world where workers become products themselves that should also be marketed to be employed? haay...&lt;br&gt;Capitalism and money are such a crap...( i can now be tagged as leftist!;)&lt;br&gt;but we don't have the power to change the world...&lt;br&gt;as even Obama, the most powerful person in the world, don't have...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Such a world!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4846496918961528850?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4846496918961528850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4846496918961528850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4846496918961528850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4846496918961528850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-been-while.html' title='It&amp;#39;s been a while...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1869173140958949138</id><published>2008-11-30T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:03:48.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad start and end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nov. 30 - I ended the month not being able to go home for our town fiesta because we had our first monthly recollection. Maybe fate just don't want me to. It's already a month since my last home visit. Haay. Seems like I don't miss home. The Saturday night 'til Sunday noon we had a silent recollection. It was fruitful. We had a great sharing with other dormers of the university. It was time for us to take a deep breath and look back to our lives - how was it. Love. It was the theme. God loved us first. WE should love our neighbors as we love ourselves. But I realized that I don't love God because i don't love my neighbors. I have foes and  hate them. Anyone who says he loves God but does not love his neighbors is a great LIAR!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dec. 1 - I woke up late. I haven't attended mass. My first absence for the month. Haay. It was a day where i had nothing to do that's productive. Just spend my whole morning washing my clothes. And slept for the rest of the day. I did not meet my classmates for us to make a parol for the lantern. HOPE WE'LL WIN so that we'll be EXEMPTED for the midterms. But it seems remote. HUh. Start of the Chirstmas month and a matter of 24 days before The Day. But. I did not even notice it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was really a bad and boring end. A not-so-good start!.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prelims is on Wednesday and i haven't flip a single note! Hell of me. I guess this semester will be horrible for me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1869173140958949138?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1869173140958949138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1869173140958949138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1869173140958949138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1869173140958949138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-start-and-end.html' title='a bad start and end...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4961104250492613673</id><published>2008-11-16T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:36:21.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reproductive Health Bill - views and issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Bill is authored by Edcel Lagman. One of the biases about it is that it is legalizing abortion. If you will read the bill wholly, you won't see any provisions about it being pro-abortion. In fact, it reiterates that abortion is against the law.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had this discussion last night and it turned out that 10 out of 12 provisions or main issues in the bill were good like promotion of breastfeeding, maternal care, prevention of STDs and infertility, etc. The only 2 mainstream issues where we had this separate views is that of the RIGHT TO INFORMATION AND ACCESS OF NATURAL AND ARTIFICIAL CONTRACETIVE METHODS. and that of EDUCATION OF THE YOUTH ABOUT SEX. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Church is saying that using contraceptive especially the artificial ones is immoral because it just "demonizes" the very purpose of the sexual act which is procreation and mutual self-giving between the married couples. ut one of us said that natural and artificial methods has the SAME PURPOSE that is AVOIDING PREGNANCY so basically both desecrate or violate the purpose of that act. So the question is, what the difference the two of them? Also, the bill is not foregoing the natural methods. It just offers an alternative if the natural ont work so use the artificial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another is about educating the youth from grade 5 to high school. The contention is it will just lead to the curiosity of the youth about it and so explore! But what will we choose AWARENESS or IGNORANCE? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The bill has many involved issues that you cannot say absolutely YES or NO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4961104250492613673?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4961104250492613673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4961104250492613673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4961104250492613673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4961104250492613673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/11/reproductive-health-bill-views-and.html' title='Reproductive Health Bill - views and issues'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-9190444820354356096</id><published>2008-11-08T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:55:15.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, it's better to cut all the ties with a person that had brought more bad things than good ones. Though the relationship will just be a waste yet when it is ended it will bring you such a great peace, peace that you had barely experienced because of that person. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's hateful when someone you thought cares will just but rebut and find even the smallest mistake in every word you are uttering. It is really hard to be with a person who thinks like a perfect being, someone who wants the world to operate the way he wanted to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-9190444820354356096?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/9190444820354356096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=9190444820354356096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9190444820354356096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9190444820354356096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2740285162489695103</id><published>2008-11-07T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:58:18.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama! Obama! Yes, We Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After months of grueling debates, questioning of credentials, policies and programs, Barack Obama emerged to the 44th and first black president of the USA, the greatest nation on Earth, as John McCain, his rival said in his conceding speech.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Obama, the junior senator from Illinois defeated McCain in a landslide victory, winning key battleground states like Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida and turning traditional red (Republican) states like Colorado, New Mexico, Indiana, North Carolina into blue (Democratic).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After winning the presidential election, Obama will face great challenges that will test his ability to lead and bring back to prosperity the presently downed US. Awaiting him are the problems of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, US recession, unemployment and instability.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A what Obama has said, "Yes, we can" and he will and he should...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Obama is hoped to change the image of America to a less arrogant one as brought by the Bush administration... Chance should not permit Obama to be in line with Lincoln, JFK, King Jr. and other great changemaker who were assasinated for there are rumors that there are plot to kill him. (Wag naman sana!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Go Obama!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2740285162489695103?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2740285162489695103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2740285162489695103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2740285162489695103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2740285162489695103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-obama-yes-we-can.html' title='Obama! Obama! Yes, We Can!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2297739851125819713</id><published>2008-11-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:08:39.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school, to dorm and to normal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it was an almost two-week vacation that isn't really a vacation. a semestral break. It was a diversion from my normal daily routine. wake up early. go to mass. attend class. study period. conex. and chitchats. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was only in these days i was able to wake up so late, watch tv. and to be away from the dorm. It was only in these days i was able to have time with my high school friends, chat, jam and enoy with them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, it's 2nd sem. &lt;strong&gt;back to school&lt;/strong&gt;. back to acads, books and papers. &lt;strong&gt;back to dorm&lt;/strong&gt;. back to study period, conex and mass. and back to normal. waking up so early. staying up to late! ths will be my daily routine til march!...haay.. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2297739851125819713?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2297739851125819713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2297739851125819713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2297739851125819713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2297739851125819713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-school-to-dorm-and-to-normal.html' title='back to school, to dorm and to normal!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-9154545405748258259</id><published>2008-10-18T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:55:55.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals is finally over! here comes F-nyt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just a while ago, i had finished the most final of my final exams. It was easier than what i had expected. :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, my Financial Accounting exam is bearable... Seems like our teacher was moved when we gave him some "tribute" is his birthday and said in one of his other class that "he may" lower the number of items in our midterms so for us to have a higher equivalent. (&lt;strong&gt;sir! tama yn!.. hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the brain-wracking finals, here comes "&lt;strong&gt;F-nyt"&lt;/strong&gt; the organizers, the Student Recruitment Office (USRO) say it means FINALS NIGHT! but others mean otherwise, fun nyt and f**king nyt.. (ganyan tlga mga ateneans!..hehehe) They say it's time to enjoy after losing energy coz days of "haggardness"...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Meron daw sayawan, sabi nga " dean's lister na disco loco" pa.. But it seems like the said activity is boring... &lt;strong&gt;(manonood na lang ako sa taas ng dorm namin...hehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, it's the start of the Gabay Week na 3 days lng..(that's a 3-day week) This is for all the scholars of the university... haay.. go blue team! and gud luck sa mga dorm-mates ko na sasali sa mr and ms gabay!.. whahaha.. busy-busyhan n nman kmi niyan...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-9154545405748258259?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/9154545405748258259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=9154545405748258259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9154545405748258259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9154545405748258259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-is-finally-over-here-comes-f-nyt.html' title='Finals is finally over! here comes F-nyt!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8083435676391639563</id><published>2008-10-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T06:09:03.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a short rest! Am i ready for a greater challenge that awaits?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this day was a grueling day for me and tommorow is the most grueling and nosebleeding day of all! I have two exams.. and both are majors!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had an exam in CMAM201 (that's basic accounting system using spreadsheet).. It was such a sisiw... hehe :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Late in the afternoon. i had a mock job interview for our Business Communicatiion. Sad to say, I only got 90 just because I haven't wore a necktie. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( haller?.. does it mean na pag wala necktie di n xa formal?..whatever sir!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;and because di daw modulated and voice ko... it was such a tragedy.. nagkandabulol-bulol aq dun.. it was just fine for i was not really able to practice, prepare myself for the interview. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nabasura ko pa ung paper na pinagkunan ng mga questions..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Anyways, I'm still expecting a B+ in that subject...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The gruesomeness that i had experienced today is just fraction of what will i experience tommorow!..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I should. I should. I must. I must. I can!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matapos lang ang exams ko! yehey! kasayahan na! :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8083435676391639563?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8083435676391639563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8083435676391639563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8083435676391639563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8083435676391639563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-short-rest-am-i-ready-for.html' title='time for a short rest! Am i ready for a greater challenge that awaits?'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6004457676654067276</id><published>2008-10-15T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:32:17.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals! seems like it shall make me bleed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;our finals week has already started...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;one exam was already down!..:)) somehow it is quite easy and i'm expecting an A or B+ in that subject that i had expecting from the start to be demanding and difficult because of the teacher i had chosen but i had managed to  keep with his standards! and that's something i'm proud of! hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tomorrow, 2 exams, saturday, 1 exam..that core subjects and a major...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the 2 most nosebleeding exams are on Sunday! Financial Accounting 1 and Investment Management!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;both of them are departmental exams...haay gud luck!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6004457676654067276?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6004457676654067276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6004457676654067276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6004457676654067276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6004457676654067276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-seems-like-it-shall-make-me.html' title='finals! seems like it shall make me bleed!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1452914686602277300</id><published>2008-10-04T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:13:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Dining Activity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just had our Fine Dining Activity for our Business &amp; Executive Etiquette at Lolo's Bar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It summed up our learnings from the subject.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As business people, we are trained on how to as one from power dressing to formal dining manners,,,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The event turned out good with just some nuisance. Merong two customers na napaka-ingay na masyadong na kaming nabubulabog while having the talk of the speaker.. Akala namin the venue is exclusive.. ung sa baba lng pala...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, tumigil naman sila...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa pagkain, ok lng naman.. masyado lng kaming nautom kc late na nagsimula and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;by course pa ung pagserve..(ganun nman tlga eh..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For me, the event was worth it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm in full black business attire.. ( pwede na sana iburol.. hehe)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Astig pa ung kanta ng mga on-stage performers ng Bar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa wakas, tapos na din xa...Final exam n lng at adios na sa PDVM101...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;:))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1452914686602277300?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1452914686602277300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1452914686602277300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1452914686602277300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1452914686602277300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/fine-dining-activity.html' title='Fine Dining Activity!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6057887707373166655</id><published>2008-10-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:38:56.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite song as of the moment is 'Crush' by David Archuleta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I really love the song, its message, its tune and arrangement and most especially the singer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I prefer David A. than David Cook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; l love his song genre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here the lyrics goes...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;br&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?&lt;br&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br&gt;'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last&lt;br&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;br&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param&lt;/a&gt; name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6057887707373166655?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6057887707373166655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6057887707373166655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6057887707373166655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6057887707373166655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/crush.html' title='Crush!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6986912182629437192</id><published>2008-10-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:57:35.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a long while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been a long since my last post here in multiply. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was just busy and preoccupied by the many things that I should do in school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Projects, researches, reflections and many other brain-wacking requirements.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Secondly, my attention was diverted to some other sites. hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These days, I had experienced many things that I thought will not happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am now coming know the real personalities of the people around me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am coming to know their 'other' side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For me, it's better because who wants to be illusioned by their false masks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;People have different personas. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some are easy to get with; some are not&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some are very sensitive; some are numb enough with other people's feelings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And it would be very hard for you if you live with other people whom you really don't know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you are misinterpreted and you misinterprets others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, it is really, really hard to get along with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You will have to first consider your individual differences before to act, do and say something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;because if not, there will always be misunderstanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, that's life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6986912182629437192?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6986912182629437192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6986912182629437192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6986912182629437192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6986912182629437192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-long-while.html' title='It has been a long while...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6657955708911490974</id><published>2008-09-15T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:37:43.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JPIA grabs 3rd place in Cheerdance 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     The mighty JPIAns grabbed the 3rd place in this year's cheerdance competition. The Art and Sciences got the first place and UECS managed to wrestle the 2nd place. Last year, JPIA was 2nd to ANSA ( Nursing) who only managed to place 4th this year. The crowd was expecting UECS in the top but it turned out that it was the AS. The AS team did not participate last year. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   It was a sad result for JPIAns who were the champion for 10 years losing only to ANSA for the last two years. Happily,JPIA defeated ANSA this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   UECS really exerted great efforrt for this year's competition, practicing almost every night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Intrams is still ongoing. And it is a great mystery who will be the overall champion. Will JPIA be able to defend its title?... sana naman! go jpians!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6657955708911490974?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6657955708911490974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6657955708911490974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6657955708911490974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6657955708911490974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/09/jpia-grabs-3rd-place-in-cheerdance-2008.html' title='JPIA grabs 3rd place in Cheerdance 2008!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8339607262303095149</id><published>2008-09-14T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:37:51.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PDA dream night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;last night was the PDA dream night. also the start of our intramurals... but we had prioritized watching the the dream night.. hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was disappointing partially because bugoy is not the grand star dreamer also liezel did not land on the top 3... haay.. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i think laarni deserves the title but bugoy deserves it more! :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i like laarani and bugoy, also liezel..&lt;br&gt;i want them in the top 3...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;performance-wise it is the three who have the best talents...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;laarni was able to get much votes cz even from the start she had already many supporter when her "attitude problem" and "underdog issue" came about... she had already a stable fan base...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;unlike bugoy and liezel who was never in the bottom... they had voting fans much at the later part of the season..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am bicolano.. and i really want bugoy on the top.. but maybe we, bicolano, support bugoy much but don't really vote him...:(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;let's compare bugoy and laarni..&lt;br&gt;bugoy when he was  announced as the 2nd star dreamer still delivered a very nice number and burst his emotion after the performance.. that is what a professional do!&lt;br&gt;laarni on the other hand.. murdered her performance...(sorry for the word) yet we cant blame her coz of that.. but in the industry she mst behave well or else.. what will happen to her career?..&lt;br&gt;but i still love u both!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GO BUGOY!&lt;br&gt;GO LAARNI!&lt;br&gt;GO LIeZEL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;!GO PDA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8339607262303095149?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8339607262303095149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8339607262303095149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8339607262303095149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8339607262303095149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/09/pda-dream-night.html' title='PDA dream night!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2698668304786789885</id><published>2008-09-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:30:25.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TraslaciOn and the Peñafrancia Festival 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it was a rainy, gloomy day for the Traslacion 2008. It is the procession of th image of Our Lady of Peñafrancia from her home at the Basilica Minore to the Metropolitan Cathedral. The image is brought for the novena masses soa s to accomodate the huge number of devotees of Ina coming from the different places in the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rain with the gusty winds did not hinder the devotees in participating the Traslacion. I was present there with my dorm-mates. The rain maybe is a sign of blessing from Ina. Many little stories can be heard from every walks of life. Stories of miracle, healing and guidance of Ina. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May the devotees especially the Bicolanos prepared themselves and indulge themselves in the proper way of devotion to Ina and the Divino Rostro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2698668304786789885?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2698668304786789885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2698668304786789885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2698668304786789885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2698668304786789885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/09/traslacion-and-peafrancia-festival-2008.html' title='TraslaciOn and the Peñafrancia Festival 2008'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6222535726342700879</id><published>2008-08-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:43:59.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anu ba talagaNg gustO niya?.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;puta! hayOp xa... nu ba tlgang gs2 niya? he  really annoys me! hell on him!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;makita mo lng pagmumukha niya.. ayan SIRA na araw...huh..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what a very bad energy!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6222535726342700879?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6222535726342700879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6222535726342700879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6222535726342700879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6222535726342700879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/anu-ba-talagang-gusto-niya.html' title='anu ba talagaNg gustO niya?.. '/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5736874233097969017</id><published>2008-08-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:54:18.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seryoso poh ito..hehehe</title><content type='html'>1) Walking into a party, what is the first thing you look for?&lt;br&gt;- the person who organized the party!&lt;br&gt;2) Are you comfortable with answering personal questions?&lt;br&gt;-it depends on the question and also the person i speaking to..&lt;br&gt;3) Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br&gt;-kevin..bread pan kinain namin...:))&lt;br&gt;4) When is the last time you were truly happy with your life?&lt;br&gt;-last month lng...&lt;br&gt;5) Do you eat a lot of fast food?&lt;br&gt;-nope...health conscious aq..&lt;br&gt;6) What did you last get upset about?&lt;br&gt;-a fucking guy who really sucks! he knows who he is!&lt;br&gt;7) What do you do when you've had a bad day?&lt;br&gt;-get in to troublE!&lt;br&gt;8) Kiss on the first date?&lt;br&gt;-hinay2 lng!&lt;br&gt;9) When is the last time you personally made someone cry?&lt;br&gt;-last march! pero dahil yun sa pagkakabati nmin...&lt;br&gt;10) What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br&gt;-tubig lng..&lt;br&gt;11) Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;-uu nman mostly nga eh...&lt;br&gt;12) So you believe exes can be just friends?&lt;br&gt;-depende sa cause ng break-up niu,,&lt;br&gt;13) When ordering sushi, what do you usually get?&lt;br&gt;-di ako kumakain niyan!&lt;br&gt;14) Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;br&gt;-yeah... i can now fight bravely! and stand for myself...&lt;br&gt;16) What is something you have realized recently?&lt;br&gt;-i'm getting attached to a notion and idea i should not..&lt;br&gt;17) Who is the last person you hung out with?&lt;br&gt;- dorm-mates ko..&lt;br&gt;18) Are you too shy to tell people when youre developing feelings for them?&lt;br&gt;-uu nman..&lt;br&gt;19) Is there anyone who doesnt like you?&lt;br&gt;-uu nman..they're many out there but i dont really care!&lt;br&gt;20) Are looks important?&lt;br&gt;-somehow....&lt;br&gt;21) What are you going to do tonight?&lt;br&gt;-mag-aral, mg-conex that my life..&lt;br&gt;22) If you could pack up and leave your life now to move away, would you?&lt;br&gt;- yeah. i would but it would be very hard for me and the peole around me... &lt;br&gt;23) If someone did like you, how should they let you know?&lt;br&gt;-show it to me...&lt;br&gt;24) Do you cry easily?&lt;br&gt;-nope..i dont cry much...&lt;br&gt;25) What is bugging you right now?&lt;br&gt;-many things.. how will stop what im feeling right now.. how will i stop the irritation that im am feeling when i see that fucking person!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5736874233097969017?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5736874233097969017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5736874233097969017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5736874233097969017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5736874233097969017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/seryoso-poh-itohehehe.html' title='seryoso poh ito..hehehe'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-863085441559066792</id><published>2008-08-28T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:00:55.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Mayon and the other sites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this our pride and glory! WOW Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48607fb99aab19ef/48b65b35cc85fdf8/48607fb99aab19ef/c168eeff/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-863085441559066792?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/863085441559066792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=863085441559066792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/863085441559066792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/863085441559066792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/vote-for-mayon-and-other-sites.html' title='Vote for Mayon and the other sites!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4684025588120514513</id><published>2008-08-25T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:51:06.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiyaB JournaLism FestiVaL :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;last aug. 23-24, 2008 i, with &lt;strong&gt;niel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kevin&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; leo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;olive&lt;/strong&gt; attended the first Liyab Journ Fest organizing by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;Pillars&lt;/strong&gt; the official publication of the Ateneo de Naga University. We represented GABAY scholars org. This event came out to be really, really different from the usual Journalism Conference where it's only lectures and seminars for better journ skills. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Liyab did not only aim to enhance our skills in writing news, features, editorials, layouting and photojourn but had also immersed us to the reality we are facing. We went to Brgy. Balatas, Naga City for a Basic Masses Integration or BMI. We didn't expect this kind of activity that's why when we reached the place we were clueless in what we will do. We thought we will get from there topics for our writings but it did not. We came there to know the residents' situation, the problems they are facing. A lot were revealed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were also "bombarded" with different pressing issues in the country, in the state of campus journalism, press repression and globalization. These i hoped, even for a little bit came to my mind. hope so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fest was a FOOD fest... hehe.. we were given much food that we can't buy with our P75 registration. I have learned much from the event that i hope will regain my interest in journalism. It is because way back in high school i lost my interest in writing. it's for me to keep the reason why. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i also hope and GABAY hopes that we are able to learn something from the journ fest that will help GABAY revive its publication. For the a student publication, is by, for and of the students. and its a right for the students, scholars to have their own publication.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for as the CEGP says, "TO WRITE IS TO CHOOSE."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAIL TO ALL STUDENT JOURNALISTS!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4684025588120514513?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4684025588120514513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4684025588120514513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4684025588120514513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4684025588120514513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/liyab-journalism-festival.html' title='LiyaB JournaLism FestiVaL :))'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1990141842308981458</id><published>2008-08-24T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:53:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my seVenteenTh birThday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it seems very late for me to post something about my 17th birthday... i was so BUSY this past few days even in my special day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;August 20 was just a ordinary day for me... i woke up early in the morning for the mass and somehow (not that much) expected to have the mass offered to me...but it didn't turned out to be..my dorm-mates started to greet me...(okie lng nman) here and there...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;in the afternoon, my very close friends looked for me and gave a birthday gift, a personalized birthday with matching greetings of the classmates (grabe sa  effort). My HS friends and also my dorm-mates looked for me and had even phoned the dorm many times but i was not there because of the f**king presentation that we should do in rizal but just made me waiting for more than an hour...(sayang tlga ng oras ko)... That is why they just gave me a sumple gift during dinner...( promising to treat me next time..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;after the conex..my kuya asked us to eat outside and treating us softdrinks and the food KKB...i did not expect it from him...hehe..kaya thankful nman aq sa kanya...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i received many comment and personal messages in friendster and here multiply greetingm ... these at least made me realized there are many people who really care for me..because before i thought there was none...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the day after my birthday..LaRenChen (my very close friendS) ask me if i will go with them to watch "A Very Special Love"... i went with them with the consequence of not attending my accounting class..(what a trade-off)...but it went good, and very memorable. The movie was good evene better coz i'm with them...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but it also brought some consequences, my mother came to see me but knowing i didn't attend class. (lagot!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;still my 17th is so far the best birthday i ever had...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1990141842308981458?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1990141842308981458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1990141842308981458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1990141842308981458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1990141842308981458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-seventeenth-birthday.html' title='my seVenteenTh birThday!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6452316843760281033</id><published>2008-08-16T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:07:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier new, courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes we are fooled by what we see and feel, but when we analyze and look into things deeply it turns out to be the opposite... :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6452316843760281033?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6452316843760281033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6452316843760281033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6452316843760281033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6452316843760281033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6545050314757212375</id><published>2008-08-15T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:25:21.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd rather be alOne . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be alone than be with someone who's just USING you...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i came to realize that we are just friends for a REASON and if that reason is gone, the same happens to that "friendship", if you can call that friendship...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it hurts when you assume that the person really treats you as a friend, a real friend, not just for any superficial reason...but came to know it the opposite...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it would be better, i assume, to cut the &lt;strong&gt;one and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;only tie&lt;/strong&gt; that connects the two of you so as to not complicate things...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it'd really hard to trust anyone... because if you do, it will be ONLY YOU to suffer... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6545050314757212375?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6545050314757212375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6545050314757212375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6545050314757212375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6545050314757212375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-rather-be-alone.html' title='i&amp;#39;d rather be alOne . . .'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5335366471740820160</id><published>2008-08-12T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:25:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who mOved my cheese?.. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i just have finished reading the book of Spencer Johnson "WHO MOVED MY CHEESE?"...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is a story of four characters, 2 mice, Sniff and Scurry, and 2 little people, Hem and Haw... they have different personalities  and their names attest to it... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;right now, i am currently pondering what is really my "cheese", the one i really want to have, whethet a thing, person or a dream... many things came across my mind but im not yet which of them is my "heese"...i just can't decide for now...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what would you do if you weren't afraid?... this is a question in the story that i don't know what will be my answer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHANGE is the real topic of the story..to be more elaborate,  ADAPTING TO CHANGE... i still don't know who am i in the story...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;am i Siff who immediately sees or smells change?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;am i Scurry who takes action immediately?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;am i Haw who was not not able to see change immediately but was able to adapt and realize change is needed?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or am i Hem who was really afraid to change and was deeply attached to his "cheese' that when it was gone he was deeply surprised and don't know what to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5335366471740820160?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5335366471740820160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5335366471740820160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5335366471740820160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5335366471740820160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-moved-my-cheese.html' title='who mOved my cheese?.. :))'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-9090862496129914476</id><published>2008-08-12T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:41:50.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its better though..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sometimes it's better to distance yourself from a person whose presence always creates something that fire you up...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sometimes it's easier na hindi mo xa pansinin rather than magfre-freak out ka pag andyan... kaya for now... wala muna pansinin...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haay..better?.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-9090862496129914476?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/9090862496129914476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=9090862496129914476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9090862496129914476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/9090862496129914476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-better-though.html' title='its better though..'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8390946714165595550</id><published>2008-08-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:13:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midterMs.. is OvEr!!! :)) FinanciaL AccOunTiNg... !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;natapos na din ung fOur days in heLL... :)) and kahapOn dumAtiNg na aNg pinakahihiNtay na exaM namin sa 6-units na finaNcial accounting 1... 3 hours ang exam and guess whaT kuNg iLang page in Exam?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haay...grabe tLga xa...sa hirap ba naman nang lumabas ako ng rOom (40 minutes bfore the time) paraNg lumuLutang ung utak..hayy...taz meron pa kami exam sa cmam201...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;basta yesterday was really a very tough day for 2nd accountancy students...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8390946714165595550?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8390946714165595550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8390946714165595550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8390946714165595550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8390946714165595550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/midterms-is-over-financial-accounting.html' title='midterMs.. is OvEr!!! :)) FinanciaL AccOunTiNg... !!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7809777774495399874</id><published>2008-08-06T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:39:15.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought... akaLa ko... (presumptions and assumptions...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;why is it in life we always have so many assumptions and presumptions... we always say "i thought", "i used to believe", in tagalog "akala ko" and sa bicol "huna ko"...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kahit ano pa yang language yan.. it just do mean the same... we are always holding on something we want to believe or we used to believe in to (whether it be true or just a mere notion).. hindi natin alam kung totoo ito o hindi basta ang alam antin ito ang pinaniniwalaan natin... kaya if something unexpected comes, we will justt be able to say... "akala ko..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akala ko... sanay na siya...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akala ko... ok lng sa kanya na ganun ang treatment ko sa kanya..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akala ko... di siya nagagalit o naii-intimidate or what...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akala ko... naiintindihan na niya ako...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akala ko... accepted na niya na ganun talaga ang personality...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ayan lahat ng akala...eka nga ang dami namamatay sa maling akala...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tapos, suddenly... hindi mo mamamalayan mo na lang nag-burst out na siya... and in one wink... iba na ang lahat... :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7809777774495399874?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7809777774495399874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7809777774495399874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7809777774495399874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7809777774495399874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-thought-akala-ko-presumptions-and.html' title='i thought... akaLa ko... (presumptions and assumptions...)'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2799246024204946429</id><published>2008-08-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:12:39.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oNe exaM dOwn... haay... dami pa to cOme :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i just took my first midterm exam.. subject?... Church and Sacrament... our coverage is about the Chruch's history...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the first i look the test paper.. parang nafeel ko na dudugo sa ilong ko nito...hehehe astig ung matching type... 3 columns xa.. ung match A to B, B to C and C to A...kakabaliw nga eh.. haay...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;overall papasa naman..whehehe..minor pa lng to... wla ung mga major.. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2799246024204946429?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2799246024204946429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2799246024204946429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2799246024204946429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2799246024204946429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-exam-down-haay-dami-pa-to-come.html' title='oNe exaM dOwn... haay... dami pa to cOme :(('/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7106218544075200366</id><published>2008-08-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:25:56.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang naKaKabagOt kOng scHed... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just realize now that the bOredOm i am always feelin' is brOught by my class scheduLe... ang sched ko putol-putol... for example start ng klase ko 7:30 am... up to 7:30pm pero may alternate xang 1.5 hrs..kea after a class... babalik ako ng dorm para matulog at gigicing ulit khit matamlay...haay...consequences n xa ng late na pag-enroll... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kea next sem..aayuson ko tlga xa...ung di ko mababagot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukas na ang midetrms pero di pa din aq nag-aaral...hehe...gud luck... (financial accounting 1?...syeet)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7106218544075200366?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7106218544075200366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7106218544075200366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7106218544075200366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7106218544075200366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/ang-nakakabagot-kong-sched.html' title='ang naKaKabagOt kOng scHed... :)'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5621594633951948599</id><published>2008-08-03T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:57:31.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miDterMs na!!..such a hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haay..midterms na nman..ang dali lng ng panahon...di pa ako nag-aaral... at wala ako drive para gawin to...di ko ma-explain pero nababagot ako sa mga subject ko naun...may mga super nosebleed meron mga super awfully boring...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this 20% of my grade will affect a lot my stading for this semester...hope di nman aq bumagsak lalo na sa Financial Accounting....grrr...and sana maging mabait c sir chris...hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5621594633951948599?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5621594633951948599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5621594633951948599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5621594633951948599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5621594633951948599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/08/midterms-nasuch-hell.html' title='miDterMs na!!..such a hell...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7591183528844175983</id><published>2008-07-31T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:33:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive her or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my birthday is already near... (actually 19 days still)... i don't know what will i do that day... maybe i will just spend my time roaming around centro...or have a "sistema" with my friends... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oopPss..i still have another option...(don't know if she's serious)...an important &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;person in my life  asks my forgiveness (whehehe)...and wants to reconcile with me... and in return she promises that she will be give me a treat...(for it's just fine...) but what i am pondering if i will be reconciling with her again...i really want to but there are soem circumstances that stops me to...maybe i was really hurt...and i hated the way she has treated me back then...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i know this time will come...she was the first to admit defeat...and consequently the first to lower her pride...(i know know that she know how high my pride is)..  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe i will have the hard time to ponder on it...i still have time... maybe i jsut want her to realize that she was wrong the time she starting not to talk to me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if she will be able to read this...i don't know what will be her reaction?.. sorry? angry? or mixed?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7591183528844175983?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7591183528844175983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7591183528844175983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7591183528844175983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7591183528844175983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgive-her-or-not.html' title='forgive her or not?'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-215764989869114087</id><published>2008-07-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:22:24.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waLa akOng participatiOn sa IgNatiaNa...:((</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's a tradition in ateneo that every feast day of St. Ignatius of Loyola the Ateneo Community will go out and have outreach programs...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lasy year...nag-house build kami...pero ngayOn wala ako participation sa IgnatianNa kc i was expecting na meron sariling activity ang aming dorm in coordination sa CCD... kaya ayOn magdodonate na lng daw kami ng DUGO...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sabi ko naman..ang payat-payat ko na nga..magdodonate pa ako?...toinks...ehh minimum mass mo dapat ay 50kg...ehh di nga aq 50kg...baka ako pa mangailangan ng dugo in case..whehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kaya i will spend my whole being unproductive..(dami pa ako mga projects na naka-pile up..hehehe...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God bless na lng sa lahat ng mag-iiGnatiana...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-215764989869114087?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/215764989869114087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=215764989869114087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/215764989869114087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/215764989869114087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/wala-akong-participation-sa-ignatiana.html' title='waLa akOng participatiOn sa IgNatiaNa...:(('/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6939645462283104547</id><published>2008-07-22T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:19:53.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Jose Rizal become a SAINT?...please comment on this!!!..need ideas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With all the leading virtues of Rizal like Love of God, love of Fellowmen, self-control, self sacrifice...and many others (24 in all), CAN RIZAL BE A SAINT?...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" size="5"&gt;I BADLY NEED IDEAS/REACTIONS ON THIS...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for me, Rizal CAN'T be a saint because he doesn't have the blessing or the approval of the CHURCH. Coz, as we know there will be a rigorous process before a person be beatified and cannonized...there should be a MIRACLE done by that person...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, Rizal doesn't need to be a saint for us to give him due respect for all the things he has done for our country, in fact we have given much respect and importance to Rizal than most saints. Rizal's life works and writings has been incorporated in OUR EDUCATION while no saint that has been given such  importance by studying his whole life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is enough for Rizal to be our national hero and doesn't need to be a saint. We have already put him in the pedestal of honor and it will be too much if he will be a saint...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6939645462283104547?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6939645462283104547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6939645462283104547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6939645462283104547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6939645462283104547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-jose-rizal-become-saintplease.html' title='Can Jose Rizal become a SAINT?...please comment on this!!!..need ideas!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7824042839964401378</id><published>2008-07-21T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:32:03.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friEnds agaiN . . . :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;i'm just happy kc nagkabati na din kami sa wakas and xa pa nagpakumbaba (if true) para pansinin ako..whehehe..sana di na ulit kami mag-away pa...wish ko lng..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7824042839964401378?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7824042839964401378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7824042839964401378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7824042839964401378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7824042839964401378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-again.html' title='friEnds agaiN . . . :))'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7473104217590981390</id><published>2008-07-17T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T03:47:43.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we wOn 2008 Accountancy Quiz Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;kanina lng...we had the 2008 Accountancy Quiz Bowl the Final Round...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;nakakatuwa naman kc nagtop na ako sa elimination round acctually tie with my blockm8 niel..hehehe...taz ng final round nag-&lt;strong&gt;FIRST PLACE&lt;/strong&gt; pa ang team...na binubuo ng 4 students from different year level...thanks kina ate marie at kuya arnold na xang nagpanalo sa team namin...ang&lt;strong&gt; THANKS SA LUCK&lt;/strong&gt; na xang greatest facor para manalo kami...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;dahil dito nanalo kami ng P1000 at 250 ang share q....sa loob ng 3 hours angkapera aq...ok n din..hehe...next year ulit...(magiging suki na ako ng mga quiz bowl..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sabi nga &lt;strong&gt;PANGKABUHAYAN&lt;/strong&gt; daw...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7473104217590981390?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7473104217590981390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7473104217590981390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7473104217590981390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7473104217590981390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-won-2008-accountancy-quiz-bowl.html' title='we wOn 2008 Accountancy Quiz Bowl'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-3819971680363405042</id><published>2008-07-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:09:33.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i badly misS her!! :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;syeet.. all of a sudden i came to think of her..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;her smile...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;her loud, unique laugh...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;her cute face...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i badly miss her!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-3819971680363405042?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/3819971680363405042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=3819971680363405042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3819971680363405042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3819971680363405042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-badly-miss-her.html' title='i badly misS her!! :(('/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6264756187483161184</id><published>2008-07-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:25:11.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nosebLeed!!!.. sa major...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haay...syeet.. nag-exam na kami kanina sa financial accounting 1... at nanganganib ata na mababa ang makukuha q naun na prelims...sana at least 25/30 ang score ko... hayy..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;gud lack n lng sakin...pray for me.. ikaw ba naman pabasahin ng libro na more than 1000 ang pages....haay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6264756187483161184?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6264756187483161184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6264756187483161184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6264756187483161184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6264756187483161184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/nosebleed-sa-major.html' title='nosebLeed!!!.. sa major...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6017064203781930925</id><published>2008-07-02T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:20:43.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweEthearT!!!..ehem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. In Your Group of Friends, You Are The:&lt;br&gt;-warfreak!!!...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Your Dream Home Is Where?:&lt;br&gt;- sa mars!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Totally On The Spur of the Moment You Would Dye Your Hair What Color?:&lt;br&gt;-tan!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Do You Walk Fast, Slow, or Inbetween?:&lt;br&gt;-it varies upon the situation..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. You Are Ticklish Where?:&lt;br&gt;- whole body ata..ganun ako kasensitive..whehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. In The Past Month, Have You Been Dumped?&lt;br&gt;- di ko naman xa niligiwan pero na-dumped ako...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Would you date someone hus overweight?&lt;br&gt;- basta sa kanay ang bill!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. If u could read ONE person's mind, who would u pick?&lt;br&gt;-the one i admire...hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Where are you and/or wish you were?&lt;br&gt;- wish she's with me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. What is your favorite girl's name?&lt;br&gt;- Nikki..hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Do you have a dog?&lt;br&gt;- sa bahay oo..sa dorm wala... tuta2 oo..meron&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Have you ever been to Korea?&lt;br&gt;- in dreams oo..hehe..gs2 q sa Jeju island!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. What is your favorite movie?&lt;br&gt;- 21!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. Have you ever been totally falling down drunk?&lt;br&gt;- yeah..naglakad pa ako nun..whahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Did you ever sneak out of school?&lt;br&gt;- di ko yan magagawa...hhaa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. Have you ever been to a fortune teller?&lt;br&gt;- nope..ayoko mlaman future q..wala na yn THRILL!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Do you wear a watch?&lt;br&gt;-yeah...nike xa..!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Do you believe in reincarnation?&lt;br&gt;- oo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. Do you own a CD burner?&lt;br&gt;- DVD oo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. Can you type without looking at the keys?&lt;br&gt; im not a good typist!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. Are you smart at math?&lt;br&gt;- nung high skul oo..naun college..di na...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. Ever been on a cruise ship?&lt;br&gt; hoping...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. Do you regret anything?&lt;br&gt;- evrything!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. Are you in love?&lt;br&gt;- ryt now?..not that much...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. What month were you born?&lt;br&gt;- august&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26. If you had to kill a family member to live, who would you pick?&lt;br&gt;- nu ba yan...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-sasakay n lng ako sa kanila..hehhe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28. Do you like the color of your eyes?&lt;br&gt;- black...okie n din...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29. Would you ever pierce your finger nail?&lt;br&gt;- ind ako ganun!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30. High School: Do it again or glad its over?&lt;br&gt;- glad its over!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31. What was more important to you, grades or popularity?&lt;br&gt;-grades!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;32. Were you involved in any extracurricular activities?&lt;br&gt;- syemp..pero ito ung downfall q...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33. Did you have a high school sweetheart?&lt;br&gt;-ahahaha..corny!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;34. Are you in college?&lt;br&gt;- yeah..2nd&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;35. What is your major?&lt;br&gt;- Accountancy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;36. Do you plan on attending other colleges?&lt;br&gt;- yeah..law&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;37. Favorite college class either taking or taken?&lt;br&gt;- Phil his!!...kyut kc ng teacher ko...!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;38. If you had a high school sweetheart, are you still with them?&lt;br&gt;- sana!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;39. Have you ever met someone that instantly inspired you?&lt;br&gt;- ooo...natulala aq!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;40. What is the last thing you wanted to buy but couldn't afford?&lt;br&gt;-N95&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;41. Have you loved someone?&lt;br&gt;-xempre nman!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;42. Where did you meet your current or last GF/BF?&lt;br&gt;wala nga eh...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;43. Has it ever crossed your mind that you were "with the one?"&lt;br&gt;nope..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;44. If you could go anywhere with the person dearest to you, where would it be?&lt;br&gt;PARIS!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;45. What would you be doing there?&lt;br&gt;trip!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;46. What was the reason your last relationship (before current) ended?&lt;br&gt;incompatibility!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6017064203781930925?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6017064203781930925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6017064203781930925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6017064203781930925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6017064203781930925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetheartehem.html' title='sweEthearT!!!..ehem....'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-333503460003244301</id><published>2008-07-01T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:48:27.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoNestLy!!..back into FS surveys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's been a long while that i post survey i my friendster...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1] Honestly, how many people have you completely fallen for?:&lt;br&gt;^ 2 but not that totally..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2] Honestly, what color is the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br&gt;^ cream ata niu...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3] Honestly, what's on your mind?&lt;br&gt;^ my exam in financial accounting 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4] Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br&gt;^ isn't it obvious?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5] Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br&gt;^ not yet maybe later&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6] Honestly, do you watch "Shot of Love" with Tila Tequilla?&lt;br&gt;^ the hell with it!!1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7] Honestly, who makes you happy most of the time?&lt;br&gt;^ the person that hate me most...:(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8] Honestly, when was the last time you did something illegal?&lt;br&gt;^ last saturday!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9] Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?&lt;br&gt;^ yup..but im sure she doesnt want to see me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10] Honestly do you have a song stuck in your head?what?&lt;br&gt;^ grow old with you...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11] Honestly, who are your crush?&lt;br&gt;^ EVE...in WALL-E&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12] Honestly, are you an honest person?&lt;br&gt;^ usually not...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13] Honestly what are you addicted to?&lt;br&gt;^ movies and blogging!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14] Honestly, where do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br&gt;^ havin' my own family and with the three letters after my name..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15] Honestly, do you like someone?&lt;br&gt;.&gt; who don't?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16] Honestly, who was the last text you got from?&lt;br&gt;^ bro...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17] Honestly, what are you sick of?&lt;br&gt;^ lunatics!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19] Honestly, would you use family connections to get a job?&lt;br&gt;^ yes...who will not?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20] Honestly who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br&gt;^ don't remember&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21] Honestly, are you desperate?&lt;br&gt;^ in what sense?..but kinda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22] Honestly, have you ever made anyone cry?&lt;br&gt;^ it's my strength!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23] Honestly, do you like where you are?&lt;br&gt;^ a little bit...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24] Honestly, has your friend ever stabbed you in the back?&lt;br&gt;^ yeah..it's very deep and not yet healed..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25] Honestly, have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br&gt;^ hopefully not...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26] Honestly, who is your gf/bf?&lt;br&gt;^ NOne&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28] Honestly, are you normally a happy person?&lt;br&gt;^ yeah..normally&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29] Honestly, what makes you mad?&lt;br&gt;^ when someone stabs me back..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31] Honestly, what are u scared of?&lt;br&gt;^ failure and shame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;32] Honestly, What are you plans for tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;^ study for my prelims!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33] Honestly, what would you do if you walked in on your GF/BF/HUSBAND/WIFE cheating?&lt;br&gt;^ not applicable to me now!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-333503460003244301?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/333503460003244301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=333503460003244301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/333503460003244301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/333503460003244301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/07/honestlyback-into-fs-surveys.html' title='HoNestLy!!..back into FS surveys...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-321023383721218359</id><published>2008-06-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:38:41.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pacquiao knocked out diaz!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pacquiao is really the Lethal Mexican Killer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na-bore ata c Manny di na pinatapos ang Round 12...hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;not so expecte...kawawa naman c diaz...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Manny makes a history as the first asian to have 4 titles in 4 different divisions...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GO PINOY...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-321023383721218359?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/321023383721218359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=321023383721218359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/321023383721218359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/321023383721218359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/pacquiao-knocked-out-diaz.html' title='pacquiao knocked out diaz!!!...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6861934662094831424</id><published>2008-06-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:28:19.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a boring upperclassmen orientation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;we are having today our upperclassmen orientation today...&lt;br&gt;by college in the morning and by department and course in the afternOon...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we are required to attend this boring activity...&lt;br&gt;so i just had my name written in the attendance list and gonside for some time...but go out immediately...hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i then just went to the dorm and slept...and here now.. wasting some boring time in front of the computer....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hayY..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6861934662094831424?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6861934662094831424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6861934662094831424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6861934662094831424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6861934662094831424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-upperclassmen-orientation.html' title='a boring upperclassmen orientation...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1718460392751037490</id><published>2008-06-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:17:21.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP....:((((</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haay...nakakainis tlga pag naoOP ka...may mabuti pa na mag-isa ka na lng..than be with someone u dont like to be with...haay...it really makes me miss of some memories with my someone...kaso  there's no chance na mababalik pa yun...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kinda hard for me....OOOOOOoooOOoOoooOOoOOoOoPpPpPppppPpPPP..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1718460392751037490?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1718460392751037490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1718460392751037490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1718460392751037490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1718460392751037490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/oooooooooooopppppppppppp.html' title='OOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP....:(((('/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-771740502939322923</id><published>2008-06-20T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:10:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WaLa pOh PasOk dahiL kay Frank!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yeah..wala pasok dito sa ateneo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hehehe...wala naman tlga aq pasok naun na sat...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;magcocomputer lng nman aq naun maghapon at magmomovie marathon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-771740502939322923?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/771740502939322923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=771740502939322923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/771740502939322923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/771740502939322923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/wala-poh-pasok-dahil-kay-frank.html' title='WaLa pOh PasOk dahiL kay Frank!!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1572081656216920732</id><published>2008-06-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:41:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!...i'm nOt fOr ProBatiOn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night, our prefect has already posted the official list of Xavier male dormers under PROBATION and for RENEWAL...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was really thankful that i am for renewal...ok naman kasi ung academic performance ko last semester and also ung mass attendance and dorm performance ko...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our prefect had given those under probation two(2) months to show if they really willing to abide by the rules of the dorm or not...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To those under probation, kaya niyo po yan...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1572081656216920732?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1572081656216920732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1572081656216920732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1572081656216920732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1572081656216920732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesi-not-for-probation.html' title='YES!...i&amp;#39;m nOt fOr ProBatiOn...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5591327214818052939</id><published>2008-06-14T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:19:35.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>utaK kO kuLay PurpLe!!!!..wheheheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is Purple &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/purple.jpg" width="100"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. &lt;br&gt;You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.&lt;br&gt;Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreamy kaya ako...heheh..and i like fiction...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5591327214818052939?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5591327214818052939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5591327214818052939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5591327214818052939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5591327214818052939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/utak-ko-kulay-purplewheheheh.html' title='utaK kO kuLay PurpLe!!!!..wheheheh'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7136477220423970739</id><published>2008-06-14T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:32:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is behiNd my naMe?...na-shock aQ..pRang d kc true..hehe please do have a comMent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;to those who really know me..please do leave a comment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;do need to know more about my true self...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(our prof in PDVM101 BUSINESS AND EXECUTIVE ETIQUETTE gave us an assignment to survey our friends about our personality...haayy....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Jerome Mariscal Austria Means &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(flattered naman aQ!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. &lt;strong&gt;(slight lng..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice. &lt;strong&gt;(not true!!!..i'm not good with advicing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. &lt;strong&gt;(not really with everyone. i have many enemies...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. &lt;strong&gt;(hindi naman)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. &lt;strong&gt;(lagi kaya...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. &lt;strong&gt;(rebellious ba tlga aq?..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. &lt;strong&gt;(fun=trouble?...whehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. &lt;strong&gt;(wow..nice)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. &lt;strong&gt;(not true!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. &lt;strong&gt;(sometimes lng)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.  (mayabang na nga eh..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;easily. &lt;strong&gt;(any and all?...HINDI KAYA!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't have to work hard for what you want. &lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! &lt;strong&gt;(hindi naman ganun ka-grave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;strong&gt;(really!!!...i am)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality. &lt;strong&gt;(yeah right!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. &lt;strong&gt;(bad thing..hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. &lt;strong&gt;(yeah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. &lt;strong&gt;(ningas kugon ba to?..hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. &lt;strong&gt;(whoo..sana nga...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. &lt;strong&gt;(definitely false... di xa kya ng powers ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily. &lt;strong&gt;(slight!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. &lt;strong&gt;(sana nga ganyan ako..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable. &lt;strong&gt;(hmm...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. &lt;strong&gt;(whoo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. &lt;strong&gt;(wla nman ako secret!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;strong&gt; (wow...i should GENEROUS pla eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. &lt;strong&gt;(curious lng tlga aq)            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;strong&gt; (tama..gusto ko lagi wla sa bahay..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;strong&gt; (gulo na naman..!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7136477220423970739?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7136477220423970739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7136477220423970739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7136477220423970739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7136477220423970739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-behind-my-namena-shock-aqprang.html' title='what is behiNd my naMe?...na-shock aQ..pRang d kc true..hehe please do have a comMent...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8806762423122569685</id><published>2008-06-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:46:32.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cOuld wE juZt chOosE to bE fOreVer a chiLd?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wala laNg... i just thought if there's a chance to be forever a child..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; i would really ought to be  a child...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; there's no need to worry about everything... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no expectations from others&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no big problems to solve  needing urgent answers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no works to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no need to go to school&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no homeworks, projects and acads..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no need to wake up early&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no enemies&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you'll just play free...waiting for your mom to call you for your meal...and then sleep and goes on..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haYy...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SO NICE TO BE A CHILD...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8806762423122569685?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8806762423122569685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8806762423122569685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8806762423122569685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8806762423122569685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/could-we-juzt-choose-to-be-forever.html' title='cOuld wE juZt chOosE to bE fOreVer a chiLd?...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1299404456742062971</id><published>2008-06-09T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:40:57.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate thiS day because Of a BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was really and uberly mad and irritated this day because of a very proud, dumb and fucking person (nearly a bitch)...i really hate him for he perfectly SUCKS...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ang kapal talaga ng kanyang mukha (literally and not literally) para kausapin ako... pinagbantaan ba ako...wala alaga siyang hiya... FEELINGERO pa...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was then really stupid that i became his friend...ang malala pa i treated him as one of my IDOLS... i can't deny na magaling tlga siya...but he has a very dark OTHER side...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;he always want to be praised and be looked up by other persons...very proud of his achievements... he is really like that...(kulang na lang siguro pagawa siya ng kanyang rebulto).. ok lang lang naman sana siya..but he's always fond of correcting other's mistakes...even the smallest...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ayaw na ayaw niyang dinidegrade siya ng ibang tao pero HE'S FOND OF IT...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(ok lng na mabasa niya to...pakialam ko...buti nga yun eh..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1299404456742062971?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1299404456742062971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1299404456742062971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1299404456742062971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1299404456742062971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-this-day-because-of-bitch.html' title='I hate thiS day because Of a BITCH'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6923591498943952735</id><published>2008-06-03T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:40:42.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang Pinaghirapang Schedule...amp..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eto ung Pinaghirapang Schedule ko this First sem...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAYS - WEDNESDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30-9:00AM        FUNDAMENTALS OF ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1:30-3:00PM        FINANCIAL ACCOUNTING AND PRACTICE 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6:00-7:30PM        INVESTMENT MANAGEN\MENT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30-9:00PM        SRA READING PROGRAM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30-9:00AM         BUSINESS COMMUNICATION&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10:30-12:00NN      BASIC ACCOUNTING SOFTWARE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1:30-3:00PM        FINANCIAL ACCOUNTING AND PRACTICE 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6:00-7:30PM        RIZAL: LIFE, WORKS AND OTHER HEROES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30-9:00PM        SRA READING PROGRAM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30-9:00AM               CHUCH AND SACRAMENTS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9:00-10:00AM (FRI)      BUSINESS AND EXECUTIVE ETIQUETTE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1:00-3:00PM  (FRI)      INDIVIDUAL/DUAL SPORTS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinaghirapan&lt;/strong&gt; kasi LATE ako nag-enrol kaya naclosan ako ng mga subjects dapat kukunin ko naung sem namely: &lt;strong&gt;Philosophy of the human Person I&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Intro to Literature...&lt;/strong&gt;kaya I was able to take &lt;strong&gt;Fundamentals of Environmental Sciences&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Rizal&lt;/strong&gt;...haay..pinagsisihan ko nga kung bakit ko ito nakuha...hirap pa namang pumila para magpa-add ng mga subjects.. imagine mo na lang yung PILA sa WOWOWEE...pumila ako ng 9am natapos ako 12nn na...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ipapadrop ko sana ung ENVI-SCI ko kasi nakakatakot ung teacher ko dahil "to the highest level" daw ito...and sabi pa ng isa kung dorm-mate &lt;strong&gt;binagsak&lt;/strong&gt; niya lahat sa klase nila... haay.. katakot...kaso di ko na siya idnidrop kasi may bayad pa...amp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ung teacher ko din sa rizal..isa din...haay..feeling bababa ung QPI ko this sem...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GOOD LUCK na lng sakin...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6923591498943952735?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6923591498943952735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6923591498943952735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6923591498943952735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6923591498943952735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-pinaghirapang-scheduleamp.html' title='ang Pinaghirapang Schedule...amp..'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4770749971745075632</id><published>2008-05-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:02:17.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd year na ako!!!</title><content type='html'>time is really running fast...i'm already second year...&lt;br&gt;i enrolled late that's why i was not able to enrol in some of my subjects...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was able to survive Accountancy...&lt;br&gt;and hoping to still survive the course to bevome a CPA...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I AM EXCITED YET WILL BE MISSING HUNG-OUTS WITH FRIENDS!!!&lt;br&gt;( I always go home late (usually at 12 midnight and sometimes drunk)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WILL NOW EXPERIENCE ANOTHER YEAR OF WAKING UP EARLY, GOING TO MASS, AND PREPRARING FOR SCHOOL!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4770749971745075632?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4770749971745075632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4770749971745075632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4770749971745075632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4770749971745075632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/2nd-year-na-ako.html' title='2nd year na ako!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7423732457210856205</id><published>2008-05-10T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:30:40.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer class ended!!!</title><content type='html'>after more than one month...&lt;br&gt;my first summer class has already ended...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;taking 9 units..namely with my teachers:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marketing:Principles and Practices of Mr. Mariano Adriano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philippine History with Politics and Governance of Mr. Ramon Beleno III&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pagbasa at Pagsulat sa Iba't ibang Disiplina of Mr. Arnel Reñon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even with this short span of time, I have learned so many things...(di ko lang alam kung maia-apply ko tong mga learnings ko..hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mamimiss ko si Sir Beleno..hehe..abnormally cute daw kc xa...(he's like Donatello.. may irinola nga lang..&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;). Marami ako nalaman sa kanya about my rights...makaka-A naman siguro ako sa kanya..hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa marketing nman namin....mamimiss ko ang proud to be a INSURANCE AGENT na si Sir Adriano..hehe...ang kanyang paboritong SUKA..(venigar daw kc..hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at kay Sir Reñon naman..kahit medyo inaantok ako sa klase niya...lab ko pa xa..&lt;br&gt;SUPER BAIT kc niya..kaso grabe kung magalit...(nagpapagraded recitation)...&lt;br&gt;magpapasa pa nga kami ng RESEARCH sa kanya..hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mamimiss ko din ang PERSONNEL OFFICE kung saan ako nag-SA....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kahit super haggard ako ngayong summer..naenjoy ko pa rin to kahit papano....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UUWI NA PO AKO BUKAS...SA WAKAS...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7423732457210856205?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7423732457210856205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7423732457210856205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7423732457210856205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7423732457210856205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-class-ended.html' title='summer class ended!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-630508672140413945</id><published>2008-05-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:31:19.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emorej'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>reasOn, seaSon, or a LifetiMe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ffffff;" &gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you will know exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Elephant;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;0ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some people ( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;come into our lives ) /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and quickly go.. ( _ /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;"&gt;ooo0&lt;br /&gt;( ) Some people&lt;br /&gt;\ ( become friends&lt;br /&gt;\ _) and stay awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;color:#ffffff;"&gt;leaving beautiful 0ooo&lt;br /&gt;footprints on our ( )&lt;br /&gt;hearts... ) /&lt;br /&gt;( _/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooo0&lt;br /&gt;( ) and we are&lt;br /&gt;\ ( never quite the same&lt;br /&gt;\_ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;color:#ffffff;"&gt;because we have made a good friend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;"&gt;&lt;img height="36" src="http://www.promiseofgod.com/reason/YellowSTAR.gif" width="35" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person or people involved; and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships, and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.promiseofgod.com/reason/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.promiseofgod.com/reason/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the numerous persons that had come to our lives, which of them or does anyone of them left an everlasting memory and and part in our heart?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, many just always come just for a REASON...that's why they just walk away...without any adieu...without any reason for them to say good bye or hate....:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(155,130,148)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-630508672140413945?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/630508672140413945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=630508672140413945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/630508672140413945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/630508672140413945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='reasOn, seaSon, or a LifetiMe?'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-925244544990476026</id><published>2008-05-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:33:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aLonE?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida"&gt;a sad truth&lt;/FONT&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Being &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;alone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;unhappy... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;we &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;all &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;know&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;that...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;but&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;being&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;alone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;is&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;better&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;than&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;to &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;have&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;somebody...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="courier new, courier" size=5&gt;WHO MAKES YOU FEEL ALONE...!!!..&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;di ba tama un?...kaya it's not always sad to be alone..:p&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-925244544990476026?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/925244544990476026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=925244544990476026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/925244544990476026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/925244544990476026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone.html' title='aLonE?...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2070777603882163159</id><published>2008-05-05T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:57:50.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paano ba magpaalam sa taong ayaw mong iwan?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;mahirap&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;iwanan&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ang&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;taong&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;bahagi&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;na &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ng&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;buhay&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;mo,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;pero&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;minsan&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;kailangan&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;mong&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;umalis&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;sa&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;buhay&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;niya&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;para &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hindi&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ka&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;na&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;masaktan &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;pa....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;tanung ko lng...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;"Paano ba magpaalam sa taong ayaw mong iwan?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;galing ito sa SMS ng isa kong friend..(hehe..natamaan ako)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2070777603882163159?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2070777603882163159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2070777603882163159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2070777603882163159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2070777603882163159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/ba-magpaalam-sa-taong-ayaw-mong-iwan.html' title='&amp;quot;Paano ba magpaalam sa taong ayaw mong iwan?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2127253782604857167</id><published>2008-05-05T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:17:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Feeling of Being Lonely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;the &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;worst&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; feeling &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;is not&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;being &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;lonely......&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;it's&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;knowing&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;you'll&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;never &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;be &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;remembered&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;by the&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;person&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;you'll&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;never&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;forget...&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2127253782604857167?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2127253782604857167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2127253782604857167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2127253782604857167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2127253782604857167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/worst-feeling-of-being-lonely.html' title='Worst Feeling of Being Lonely?'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-3954287567817479061</id><published>2008-05-05T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:51:56.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality HURTS....accept or ignore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To be hurt by the true reality and just accept it  or to be happy with what you know is just pure illusion and yet let yourself be fooled by it?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;why can't we HUMANS easily accept the truth...is it because we know we will be hurt?..or is it because we are already happy being fooled by what we hold on?...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hindi natin masisi ang isang tao na pinipilit maghold on sa isang bagay na alam niya na hindi na maibabalik pa and di na mag-eexist pa...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i was then in this situation...and it really hurts...but hindi ko na talaga kaya pang maghold on...so i let it go...kahit masakit, ginawa ko...and it still haunts me everytime and everyday i see her/him...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;REALITY MAY HURT AND FREE US FROM OUR ILLUSIONS BUT THE QUESTION IS..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;CAN WE ACCEPT IT?....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-3954287567817479061?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/3954287567817479061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=3954287567817479061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3954287567817479061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3954287567817479061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-hurtsaccept-or-ignore.html' title='Reality HURTS....accept or ignore?'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6357087810127499173</id><published>2008-05-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:57:29.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dOn't knOw  wHat to dO!!!:c</title><content type='html'>ano ba dapat kong gawin?...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's just close to me...but he can't be with me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IT's really true na....mas masakit kapag katabi mo lang siya, pero di ka makalapit sa kanya, &lt;br&gt;di mo siya makausap....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dahil di na maibabalik ang dati...ang dating masaya...ngayon ay naglaho na....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haay...bakit pa kc nangyari to...is destiny playing with us?...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sabi nga, "one is enough, two is too much, three nevermind"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;away-bati kami for almost a year...three times nagkaroon ng major na away...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;is there still hope...to bring back the past?...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ako naman..eto nangahas na i-text gamit bago number....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    ..sabi niya, "who u?...&lt;br&gt;    ..sabi ko nman, "wag u na alamin magagalit ka lng"...&lt;br&gt;    ..sabi niya, kung sino ka mn, promise di ako magagalit, kung si anu ka, ok lng"&lt;br&gt;    ..at ayun di na ako nagreply...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    i just send him quotes and him, to me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tama ba ginawa ko?... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lagi niya ako pinaparinggan..IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE..too late...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haay life...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6357087810127499173?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6357087810127499173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6357087810127499173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6357087810127499173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6357087810127499173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-don-know-what-to-doc.html' title='I dOn&amp;#39;t knOw  wHat to dO!!!:c'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1210139218223517249</id><published>2008-05-02T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:54:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just fOr my OnliNe BuddiEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This is the first the time that I will write a multiply blog just for selected contacts... (but is cross-post to my blogspot account).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Just for my online buddies...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;the reason is that...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i feel that everytime i wrote about my experiences (especially in the dorm)...my dorm-mates always criticize for some reasons... (like, i am already revealing myself to public...and also the secrets we have inside....also when i have grammatical errors in the blogs i wrote..and many others)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; it's more okay if only those who really do not know me  yet my friend "virtually" can read my posts..so that they can advise me or what...without  bias...and cannot criticize directly...or personally...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;it really feels good to be alone..yet it's very LONELY...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1210139218223517249?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1210139218223517249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1210139218223517249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1210139218223517249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1210139218223517249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-for-my-online-buddies.html' title='just fOr my OnliNe BuddiEs'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1569604567642266188</id><published>2008-04-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:22:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKING IS GOOD JUST DON"T GO BEYOND LIMITS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;Joking is good...&lt;BR&gt;it's not bad...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;just that...it should be put in the right place and right time...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;and that it should not go over the limits...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;maybe they don't the limits..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;but why is it that some people say it's just a joke...(whether verbal or physical)...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;but don't know that it really hurts others already...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;maybe they are just dumb...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;they should have even little sensitivity...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;their actions..or words should not degrade or hurt anyone...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;GUYS PLEASE BE SENSITIVE ENOUGH...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;JOKING IS GOOD JUST DON"T GO BEYOND LIMITS...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1569604567642266188?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1569604567642266188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1569604567642266188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1569604567642266188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1569604567642266188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/joking-is-good-just-don-go-beyond.html' title='JOKING IS GOOD JUST DON&amp;quot;T GO BEYOND LIMITS...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-3107860717259375945</id><published>2008-04-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:24:45.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BorEd...</title><content type='html'>Here i  am bored...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after checking the attendance of the teacher's  under my  "care"...&lt;br&gt;and  filling out absence forms...&lt;br&gt;I have nothing to do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's why i just resort in opening my mutiply account and posting this blog...&lt;br&gt;to conquer this boredom that i feel...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haay...so tired of this summer class...&lt;br&gt;if only i can graduate in four years without having summer class..&lt;br&gt;i will not enrol summer...&lt;br&gt;but i really have to...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thank it is just for one month..but i really feels like a regular sem...even harder..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wont enjoy this years summer...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-3107860717259375945?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/3107860717259375945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=3107860717259375945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3107860717259375945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3107860717259375945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored.html' title='BorEd...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1849665513711341279</id><published>2008-04-18T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:03:13.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really good that thiNgs be settled...</title><content type='html'>It's really good that thiNgs be settled...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;things shouldn't just be left hanging or put to an end or something...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's good for them to be clarified so that there will be peace for both the parties involved....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thank you na lng for making things settled..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's good for you and me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haay...para ok lng tayo...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1849665513711341279?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1849665513711341279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1849665513711341279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1849665513711341279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1849665513711341279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-really-good-that-things-be-settled.html' title='It&amp;#39;s really good that thiNgs be settled...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8239428294928836546</id><published>2008-04-16T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:38:14.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Way of Expression...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We, humans, are, as a universal rule, are IMPERFECT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are accustomed to a UNENDING NEED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we are not satisfied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we always crave for more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we tend to ask for what we want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and if we don't get what we want...we tend to complain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's just a "natural and common" way of expressing ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what we feel or what we want to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we have to pour out..express out what we feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because if not we may burst out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;many people (like me) express what they feel without considering others' feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because others may be hurt, complain and negate on what we had expressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They (some people out there) react on what we say, write or POST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my "say" for them is this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THEY WON'T REACT IF THEY ARE NOT BEING PERTAINED BY THAT STATEMENT OR SOMETHING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's for them how will react or what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me?.. i don't care if they will react...it's not my right...and it's not my FAULT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haay..life...full of hardships and misunderstandings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8239428294928836546?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8239428294928836546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8239428294928836546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8239428294928836546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8239428294928836546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-way-of-expression.html' title='Just a Way of Expression...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4263149313495129734</id><published>2008-04-09T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:25:33.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayOkO na!!!..I'm alrEady fuLL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i really thought ok na lahat...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i really thought di q na mafifeel to...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i really thought di na nila sakin to gagawin to...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i really thought this will never happen again...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yeah..that's just what i thought... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;maybe ganyan n tlga sila and di n un magbabago p...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;'eto n nman aq...depressed..so down...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i just thought wala n ba akong right n maging masaya kahit minsan man lang...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;lagi n nman akong nagkakaisahan...feeling ko the world's against me...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;haay...naun n nman lang ako magpopost ng ganitong mga emo &amp; senti posts...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;kasi nga akala ko okay n tlga...that's what i thought...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;haay..ayoko na tlga...it's already over the limit...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i'm already full!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4263149313495129734?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4263149313495129734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4263149313495129734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4263149313495129734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4263149313495129734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/ayoko-nai-already-full.html' title='ayOkO na!!!..I&amp;#39;m alrEady fuLL...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5018644361628844287</id><published>2008-04-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:15:08.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Penis asked for a Raise</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I have read this aricle from a friendster bulletin of my friends...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in&lt;BR&gt;salary for the following reasons:&lt;BR&gt;I do physical labor.&lt;BR&gt;I work at great depths.&lt;BR&gt;I plunge headfirst into everything I do.&lt;BR&gt;I do not get weekends or public holidays&lt;BR&gt;off.&lt;BR&gt;I work in a damp environment.&lt;BR&gt;I work in a dark workplace that has poor&lt;BR&gt;ventilation.&lt;BR&gt;I work in high temperatures.&lt;BR&gt;My work exposes me to contagious diseases.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;P. Niss&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Response&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dear Penis:&lt;BR&gt;After assessing your request, and&lt;BR&gt;considering the arguments you have&lt;BR&gt;raised, the administration rejects your&lt;BR&gt;request for the following reasons:&lt;BR&gt;You do not work 8 hours straight.&lt;BR&gt;You fall asleep after brief work periods.&lt;BR&gt;You do not always follow the orders of&lt;BR&gt;the management team.You do not stay in&lt;BR&gt;your designated area and are often seen&lt;BR&gt;visiting other locations.&lt;BR&gt;You do not take initiative - you need to&lt;BR&gt;be pressured and stimulated in order to&lt;BR&gt;start working.&lt;BR&gt;You leave the workplace rather messy at&lt;BR&gt;the end of your shift.&lt;BR&gt;You don't always observe necessary&lt;BR&gt;safety regulations, such as wearing the&lt;BR&gt;correct protective clothing.&lt;BR&gt;You will retire well before you are 65.&lt;BR&gt;You are unable to work double shifts.&lt;BR&gt;You sometimes leave your designated work&lt;BR&gt;area before you have completed the&lt;BR&gt;assigned task.&lt;BR&gt;And if that were not all, you have been&lt;BR&gt;seen constantly entering and exiting the&lt;BR&gt;workplace carrying two&lt;BR&gt;suspicious-looking bags.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;V. Gina&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5018644361628844287?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5018644361628844287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5018644361628844287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5018644361628844287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5018644361628844287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-penis-asked-for-raise.html' title='The Day the Penis asked for a Raise'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1057023598152216217</id><published>2008-03-29T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:56:09.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaNa KiMi - TaiwaN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;it really like this koreanovela...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;their love story is really cute...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;unrealistic as it may seem but really prove the existence of TRUE LOVE....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;here is their ending lines...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"i think some people &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;would say...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;ReiXi and I has gone nuts&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;to allow this secret to &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;continue.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Maybe I could reply with this&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;this is our love &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;it is just any other lover &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;story that exists&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;with no reason to explain &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and insanity...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;and believe it or not&lt;BR&gt;this our love story&lt;BR&gt;and could be yours too&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;so it could be present progressive tense&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; past progressive tense future &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;progressive tense&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;...could be yours or mine or his...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;any way our story&lt;BR&gt;will continue to go on and on...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it was a really exotic different kind of ending that will need understanding...&lt;BR&gt;haay...really like this one...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Go Joey, Brian Wesley...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Congratz to: &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Ella Chun as Joey&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Wu Chun as Brian&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Jiro Wang as Wesley...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;GOOD JoB...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1057023598152216217?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1057023598152216217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1057023598152216217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1057023598152216217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1057023598152216217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/hana-kimi-taiwan.html' title='HaNa KiMi - TaiwaN...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4442566339963661013</id><published>2008-03-28T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:09:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinoy big brother teen edition plus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;hayay...im addicted now to pbb teen...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;kaw n nman makipagreplyan sa guestbook ng pbb multiply...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;aq nman sa aking ktangahan...dinelete as contact ang PBB...kc dami mga posts...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;ayun d n tuloy aq mkapag comment...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;tanga tlga ayy...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;MY BIG FOUR!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;1. Robi&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;2. Priscilla&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;3. Ejay&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;4. Nicole...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;haaay..so many pluses....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4442566339963661013?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4442566339963661013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4442566339963661013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4442566339963661013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4442566339963661013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/pinoy-big-brother-teen-edition-plus.html' title='pinoy big brother teen edition plus..'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2338379199088750459</id><published>2008-03-16T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:16:33.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Last night we had our tribute to seniors...of Xavier Honors Dormitory...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The concept of this tribute was like a JS prom...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This was entitled " JS promdi"...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;WE will wear a promdi attire...semi formal  semi-pambahay...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This event was the happiest yet downest moment i had in the dormitory...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was the downest moment of mine because when i asked one of my friend-turned-enemy to dance with me, she refused me...i really had regretted doing it..it made me feel so ashame and pity myself...i shouldn't had done this...i should have thought many times... I already sensed that she will refused i'd still insisted...i was so assuming...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;maybe she really doesn't want to reconcile with me...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2338379199088750459?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2338379199088750459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2338379199088750459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2338379199088750459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2338379199088750459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute_16.html' title='tribute'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5641258346726486737</id><published>2008-03-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:16:28.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Last night we had our tribute to seniors...of Xavier Honors Dormitory...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The concept of this tribute was like a JS prom...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This was entitled " JS promdi"...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;WE will wear a promdi attire...semi formal  semi-pambahay...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This event was the happiest yet downest moment i had in the dormitory...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was the downest moment of mine because when i asked one of my friend-turned-enemy to dance with me, she refused me...i really had regretted doing it..it made me feel so ashame and pity myself...i shouldn't had done this...i should have thought many times... I already sensed that she will refused i'd still insisted...i was so assuming...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;maybe she really doesn't want to reconcile with me...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5641258346726486737?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5641258346726486737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5641258346726486737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5641258346726486737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5641258346726486737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute.html' title='tribute'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8327643071094243053</id><published>2008-03-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:46:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goNna gO hOme...HOLY WEEK N POH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;haay..it's holy week and already VACATION...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;seems like i have not surf the internet for about a week...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;so i will not be able to update this multiply account of mine...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;guyzz..have a meaningful HOLY WEEK...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8327643071094243053?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8327643071094243053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8327643071094243053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8327643071094243053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8327643071094243053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/gonna-go-homeholy-week-n-poh.html' title='goNna gO hOme...HOLY WEEK N POH...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-128635545000044894</id><published>2008-03-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:52:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bLaNk and EmpTy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'm blaNk and Empty right now....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Nothing gOod tO post here in my blog....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;haAy, just maybe because my life back to normal agaiN...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;nothing's new...and hot..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-128635545000044894?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/128635545000044894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=128635545000044894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/128635545000044894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/128635545000044894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/blank-and-empty.html' title='bLaNk and EmpTy'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-5031275769753947042</id><published>2008-03-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:23:24.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bati n poh kami...</title><content type='html'>haay..salamat bati n din kami...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mau lng...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that insensitive person kahit papano naging aware din of others' feeling...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haay...one down...three more pa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and it will take more humility, patience and a little bit of acceptance and love....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-5031275769753947042?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/5031275769753947042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=5031275769753947042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5031275769753947042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/5031275769753947042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/bati-n-poh-kami.html' title='bati n poh kami...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7419792807095401010</id><published>2008-03-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:24:07.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iMpOrtEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;my recent blogs were imported from my blog at blogspot.com &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;rhome03.blogspot.com........&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7419792807095401010?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7419792807095401010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7419792807095401010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7419792807095401010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7419792807095401010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/imported.html' title='iMpOrtEd'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-547150754764799197</id><published>2008-03-07T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:32:07.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>The Dorm Outcast</title><content type='html'>What will you feel if you are not close with those people you always see and live together? What will you feel if all them are against you and will always find ways to criticize and let you down? Will you be able to withstand it or will you just surrender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered college, I entered a dormitory, a dormitory of I thought very intellectual scholars with many honors and achievements. Yes, it's slightly true but it haven't met my expectations. It's okay, I said to myself, for it will be easier for me to adapt and live with them. A dormitory, with “Honors” in its name, I live with that's why I often tell myself, “Should really belong here?” or “Does its name fits the truth in it? I can't answer these questions maybe I know the but just can't accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first days in the dormitory, I experienced what a new entrant will feel, hesitant and conscious with his every actions hoping not to commit any mistakes. I then just often stays on my place and not talking to anyone. But as the days past, faster than what I and they expected, I became close to them. I really thought we were really close to each other and they consider me as their friend. But, it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just near the half of the first semester of stay, I had small fights with some of the old dormers. Thus, some had been angry and didn't like me and even said that I'm just a freshman yet I'm already acting like that. But it's me, I will not be like this if they don't treat in a similar way.&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest fellow dormer has also been the greatest enemy I had. We had been really close and with our other close friends formed a group exclusively for us. I thought that we will never fight again because we already had a fight before(it's the fight I mentioned before) and caused us not to talk to each other for about three months but this time around will end up us not talking maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real cause of our fight is really possessiveness he have with his friends. He didn't want us to be friends with his enemies but I didn't follow him and chose to be with his so-called outcast. I, myself, also became an outcast, a dorm outcast by choice. I'm not sad with it but even proud of it. I will always withstand them and will never surrender because if I surrender, I loss my battle with life and fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author's note: this is my personal recount....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-547150754764799197?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/547150754764799197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=547150754764799197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/547150754764799197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/547150754764799197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/dorm-outcast.html' title='The Dorm Outcast'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8720219105635507386</id><published>2008-03-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:32:58.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emorej'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>Two-sidedness not Possessiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just about a year ago, I entered the University and also the Xavier's Honor's Dormitory for Men where I had encountered many personalities, attitudes, contrasting characteristics and traits. Living in such complexity, one will need to be sociable enough to interact with these people he'll be with most of the time. I, knowing the real me, am really a friendly type of person, easy to get with and game all the time. But as the cliché goes, You cannot please everybody,” others find me two-sided, meaning- I don't have consistencies and playing safe in relationships. Befriending two completely opposite group of individuals and thus be turned between them and coming to a point about deciding whom between the two you'll go with. An event that once happened to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I entered the dormitory, the first dormers I get close to were the group of Kuya Arman, Ren, Loed, all are upperclassmen. For the first half of the semester, we've been always together from eating breakfast until the rest of the night, having our midnight snacks. With them, I felt the happiness of having friends and companions and this had gone stronger as we come to know each other deeply. I become closest to Kuya Arman whom we fondly call Kuya Choc – a nice and loving person on the good side but so sensitive and seriously possessive with his friends. This, though he really didn't speak out to us forces us to just focus on our group of friends and not with any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our companionship and togetherness was put to an end when I and Kuya Choc had a very simple fight, just over closing the television and putting the keys and remote control upstairs. How stupid we were, I realized. He asked to do it but I refused to do so. I, then, hurriedly go upstairs first but waited him closing it. After that and starting to go up, I asked him if he is angry but I heard no reply from him. I just then kept silent and thought his anger will just fade away the next day. But from then on, he started not talking to me and I to him, and treated each other as though invisible and nonexistent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;During that span of our long cold war, I became close to my other fellow dormers , Kuya Krephel and also Kuya Joel. Kuya Joel was Kuya Choc's best-friend-turned-best-enemy and Kuya Krephel, an adversary of him that he hated much. This was the scenario for the rest of the first semester, I go with Kuya Choc's adversaries and he with his old friends. I, myself, don't hate him but I don't have the courage or maybe I just don't want to ask apology to him. He hates me not just because of what I did to him but also also befriending his enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When the second semester came, there was nothing new with my ongoing friendship and cold war until we had our dorm's first apostolate for that semester, a housebuilding at Balatas, where a 360 degrees turned of events happened. Kuya, surprisingly smiled and talked to me but I didn't easily reacted much to that scene and hadn't minded it for I thought reconciliation for us will never ever happen. But this contrite acts continued. A new friendship started and our three month long cold war ended. Just a few days after it, I had known that Kuya Choc and Kuya Ren, his best friend that time was already on quarrel even before we had reconciled. This had even heated up the next happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And as progress, we got used of this scene. I was close to Kuya Choc's circle of friends, only four of us left and at the same time also Kuya Joel, Krephel and Kuya Ren. Knowing Kuya Choc's possessiveness, I just did not mind and continued befriending his so called outcasts. Until, for the second time around(that's already enough) he again started a cold war, and guess what the reason, I just hadn't gone with them during the breakfast, lunch and dinner and instead go with Kuya Ren and Joel. My getting close with them, I know added up to his anger to me. I tried to save our on-and-off friendship. I initiated reconciliation and gave a peace offering for him but nothing happened. I gave up but still hoping someday, unexpectedly, he'll talk to me and we'll be friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I thought it's because of Kuya Choc's possessiveness but blaming myself for all the things that happened, I realized that it's my two-sidedness that wrecked our friendship. Possessiveness is the suspect but two-sidedness is the killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;note: this my second essay in ENGS001: a narration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8720219105635507386?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8720219105635507386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8720219105635507386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8720219105635507386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8720219105635507386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-sidedness-not-possessiveness.html' title='Two-sidedness not Possessiveness'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4800889999897893783</id><published>2008-03-07T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:33:27.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emorej'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes lng poh..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kainutilan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of my Statistics Class</title><content type='html'>From the U-shaped building of Dolan Hall at the fourth room of the second floor every Friday and Saturday form 3:00 to 4:30 in the afternoon is my Descriptive and Inferential Statistics Class under Miss Glenda B. Quinto. Most of my classmates here are already graduating or already upperclassmen and also most of them, new to me that's I sometimes find myself quiet and not participative in our discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class often starts with our teacher giving a recapitulation of the topics we had discussed the last meeting. This only will consume a third of our period and the time she introduced a new topic, another boring topic, it is already near the time and be left hanging until again the next meeting. This caused us not to clearly understand the said topic and worst, to learn nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us find the class, so boring, simply because the topic is boring is not enjoyable and extremely boring and Ma'am is not doing any alternative and exciting way to present it to our class and this eventually led us not to pay attention to the class discussions. There is really no discussions for participation from the students is absent. Ma'am will just ask some questions, just testing how firmly we believe and know a specific idea, that we are able to and will never answer. Most of the time, after stating a formula or idea, she'll just ask the question in Filipino “Naiintindihan niyo?” for many times but hear no answer from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may say that Statistics is just a simple and easy subject but if you, unluckily, fall to Ma'am Quinto's class especially if you are graduating, you may not receive your diploma at time for surely you will find this subject as hard as or even harder than your major subjects. This will really force you to study to the fullest in your lessons to pass it. All of our major examination are comprehensive- meaning it's always from the start. You should exert the most of your effort and time to study and comprehend all the lessons, for one hundred and one percent sure, you will find it, a nosebleeding and brain-wracking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from these things, our class pacing is, most of the time, behind compared to the other statistics classes for we discuss a topic for a week (two meetings) or more and sometimes our schedule coincides with holidays and special no class days. Already behind, but still we find it really hard to catch with our lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her loud, clear voice resounding the whole classroom, you'll certainly be awake in her class and somewhat making you feel terrorized but on the other hand, her cute smile will certainly give you laughter and return also a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a glimpse of our boring yet exciting and challenging, fun yet not enjoyable statistics class. Hope you will not be in this class if you take your Statistics. This is not a warning just a friendly advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this my descriptive essay in another boring class of mine...ENGS001....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4800889999897893783?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4800889999897893783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4800889999897893783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4800889999897893783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4800889999897893783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpse-of-my-statistics-class.html' title='A Glimpse of my Statistics Class'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6313002164356921844</id><published>2008-03-02T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:21:25.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>--rEcoLLectiOn--</title><content type='html'>lasT sAturDay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagrecollection kami..lahat ng mga dormers sa ateneO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bago p mn kmi mg recollecct n npagaitan kmi ni bro gil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc tagal ng iba n dumating gling dun sa awarding ng TAAS NOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galit n galit tlga c Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kea pgkatapos...super silent n mga dormers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kea aq nman super contemplate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok pra akin ung recollection ngayun kc nkapagreflect tlga aq..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa dami b nman ng problems q sa dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami tlga aqng mga ipgdarasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kea i rate our last recollection for the second sem. 5/5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau kelan kau last n nagrecollection?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6313002164356921844?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7071490735819964202</id><published>2008-02-27T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:08:50.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kainutilan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what wiLL yOu fiLL if all people around you is agaiNst you?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you surRender or go On?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaN ang madramang introduction lines ng aking portfolio entry sa English 001...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a personal recOunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is about a personal ofTen misunderstOod by other persons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at alam niu kung ano ung title q dun?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Dorm Outcast"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lng trip q lng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it what I feeL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaway at nakaaway ko mga friends q...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sama ko talaga!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..bakit b aq ganito?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED a psychologist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay...eka nga&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE"S ENVIRONMENT AFFECTS HIS ATTITUDES AND BEHAVIORS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naun im trying n tlga magpakabuti but stiL others kept on un n un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagawa ko n ngang magSORRY eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na dati di q magawa-gawa and never kung gagawin lalo na kung alam ko n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS NOT MY FAULT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan prang naguguilty tuloy si kuya Krephel....hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7071490735819964202?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7071490735819964202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7071490735819964202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7071490735819964202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7071490735819964202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-will-you-fill-if-all-people-around.html' title=''/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-2035903057267345369</id><published>2008-02-27T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:52:53.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stressEd!!</title><content type='html'>kanina sa General Psychology class namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we studied about STRESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kea ayun nalaman q n stresed pla tlga q....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh..prang most ng signs ng distress naeexperienced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa dami b nman ng aking problema(habang nagsuuslat aq nito my problema n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu nga b mga signs ng stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs, Symptoms, Causes, and Effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face different challenges and obstacles, and sometimes the pressure is hard to handle. When we feel overwhelmed, under the gun, or unsure how to meet the demands placed on us, we experience stress. In small doses, stress can be a good thing. It can give you the push you need, motivating you to do your best and to stay focused and alert. Stress is what keeps you on your toes during a presentation at work or drives you to study for your midterm when you'd rather be watching TV. But when the going gets too tough and life's demands exceed your ability to cope, stress becomes a threat to both your physical and emotional well-being.&lt;br /&gt;Stress is a psychological and physiological response to events that upset our personal balance in some way. When faced with a threat, whether to our physical safety or emotional equilibrium, the body's defenses kick into high gear in a rapid, automatic process known as the “fight-or-flight” response. We all know what this stress response feels like: heart pounding in the chest, muscles tensing up, breath coming faster, every sense on red alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Body’s Stress Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “fight-or-flight” stress response involves a cascade of biological changes that prepare us for emergency action. When danger is sensed, a small part of the brain called the hypothalamus sets off a chemical alarm. The sympathetic nervous system responds by releasing a flood of stress hormones, including adrenaline, norepinephrine, and cortisol. These stress hormones race through the bloodstream, readying us to either flee the scene or battle it out.&lt;br /&gt;Heart rate and blood flow to the large muscles increase so we can run faster and fight harder. Blood vessels under the skin constrict to prevent blood loss in case of injury, pupils dilate so we can see better, and our blood sugar ramps up, giving us an energy boost and speeding up reaction time. At the same time, body processes not essential to immediate survival are suppressed. The digestive and reproductive systems slow down, growth hormones are switched off, and the immune response is inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biological stress response is meant to protect and support us. It’s what helped our stone age ancestors survive the life-or-death situations they commonly faced. But in the modern world, most of the stress we feel is in response to psychological rather than physical threats. Caring for a chronically-ill child or getting audited by the IRS qualify as stressful situations, but neither calls for either fight or flight. Unfortunately, our bodies don't make this distinction. Whether we’re stressed over a looming deadline, an argument with a friend, or a mountain of bills, the warning bells ring. And just like a caveman confronting a sabertooth tiger, we go into automatic overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a lot of responsibilities and worries, you may be running on stress a good portion of the time—launching into emergency mode with every traffic jam, phone call from the in-laws, or segment of the evening news. But the problem with the stress response is that the more it’s activated, the harder it is to shut off. Instead of leveling off once the crisis has passed, your stress hormones, heart rate, and blood pressure remain elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, extended or repeated activation of the stress response takes a heavy toll on the body. Prolonged exposure to stress increases your risk of everything from heart disease, obesity, and infection to anxiety, depression, and memory problems. Because of the widespread damage it can cause, it’s essential to learn how to deal with stress in a more positive way and reduce its impact on your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signs and symptoms of stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a handle on stress, you first need to learn how to recognize it in yourself. Stress affects the mind, body, and behavior in many ways— all directly tied to the physiological changes of the fight-or-flight response. The specific signs and symptoms of stress vary widely from person to person. Some people primarily experience physical symptoms, such as low back pain, stomach problems, and skin outbreaks. In others, the stress pattern centers around emotional symptoms, such as crying jags or hypersensitivity. For still others, changes in the way they think or behave predominates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following table lists some of the common warning signs and symptoms of stress. Use it to identify the symptoms you typically experience when you’re under stress. If you know your red flags, you can take early steps to deal with the stressful situation before it—or your emotions—spiral out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Warning Signs and Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cognitive Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Memory problems&lt;br /&gt;Indecisiveness&lt;br /&gt;Inability to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;Trouble thinking clearly&lt;br /&gt;Poor judgment&lt;br /&gt;Seeing only the negative&lt;br /&gt;Anxious or racing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Constant worrying&lt;br /&gt;Loss of objectivity&lt;br /&gt;Fearful anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Moodiness&lt;br /&gt;Agitation&lt;br /&gt;Restlessness&lt;br /&gt;Short temper&lt;br /&gt;Irritability, impatience&lt;br /&gt;Inability to relax&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tense and “on edge”&lt;br /&gt;Feeling overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;Sense of loneliness and isolation&lt;br /&gt;Depression or general unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;Physical Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Headaches or backaches&lt;br /&gt;Muscle tension and stiffness&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea or constipation&lt;br /&gt;Nausea, dizziness&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Chest pain, rapid heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Weight gain or loss&lt;br /&gt;Skin breakouts (hives, eczema)&lt;br /&gt;Loss of sex drive&lt;br /&gt;Frequent colds&lt;br /&gt;Eating more or less&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping too much or too little&lt;br /&gt;Isolating yourself from others&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, neglecting responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;Using alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs to relax&lt;br /&gt;Nervous habits (e.g. nail biting, pacing)&lt;br /&gt;Teeth grinding or jaw clenching&lt;br /&gt;Overdoing activities (e.g. exercising, shopping)&lt;br /&gt;Overreacting to unexpected problems&lt;br /&gt;Picking fights with others&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the signs and symptoms of stress can also be caused by other psychological and medical problems. If you’re experiencing any of the warning signs of stress, it’s important to see a doctor for a full evaluation. Your doctor can help you determine whether or not your symptoms are stress-related.&lt;br /&gt;Causes of stress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Stressful Life Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spouse’s death&lt;br /&gt;Divorce&lt;br /&gt;Marriage separation&lt;br /&gt;Jail term&lt;br /&gt;Death of a close relative&lt;br /&gt;Injury or illness&lt;br /&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Fired from job&lt;br /&gt;Marriage reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;Retirement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potential causes of stress are numerous and highly individual. What you consider stressful depends on many factors, including your personality, general outlook on life, problem-solving abilities, and social support system. Something that's stressful to you may not faze someone else, or they may even enjoy it. For example, your morning commute may make you anxious and tense because you worry that traffic will make you late. Others, however, may find the trip relaxing because they allow more than enough time and enjoy listening to music while they drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressures and demands that cause stress are known as stressors. We usually think of stressors as being negative, such as an exhausting work schedule or a rocky relationship. However, anything that forces us to adjust can be a stressor. This includes positive events such as getting married or receiving a promotion. Regardless of whether an event is good or bad, if the adjustment it requires strains our coping skills and adaptive resources, the end result is stress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major life changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Major life events are stressors. Whether it be a divorce, a child leaving home, a planned pregnancy, a move to a new town, a career change, graduating from college, or a diagnosis of cancer, the faster or more dramatic the change, the greater the strain. Furthermore, the more major life changes you’re dealing with at any one time, the more stress you’ll feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily hassles and demands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While major life changes are stressful, they are also relative rarities. After all, it’s not every day that you file for divorce or have a baby. However, you may battle traffic, argue with your family members, or worry about your finances on a daily basis. Because these small upsets occur so regularly, they end up affecting us the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily causes of stress include:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental stressors – Your physical surroundings can set off the stress response. Examples of environmental stressors include an unsafe neighborhood, pollution, noise (sirens keeping you up at night, a barking dog next door), and uncomfortable living conditions. For people living in crime-ridden areas or war-torn regions, the stress may be unrelenting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and relationship stressors – Problems with friends, romantic partners, and family members are common daily stressors. Marital disagreements, dysfunctional relationships, rebellious teens, or caring for a chronically-ill family member or a child with special needs can all send stress levels skyrocketing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work stressors – In our career-driven society, work can be an ever-present source of stress. Work stress is caused by things such as job dissatisfaction, an exhausting workload, insufficient pay, office politics, and conflicts with your boss or co-workers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social stressors – Your social situation can cause stress. For example, poverty, financial pressures, racial and sexual discrimination or harassment, unemployment, isolation, and a lack of social support all take a toll on daily quality of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.helpguide.org/mental/stress_signs.htm"&gt;http://www.helpguide.org/mental/stress_signs.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-2035903057267345369?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/2035903057267345369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=2035903057267345369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2035903057267345369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/2035903057267345369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-stressed.html' title='I&apos;m stressEd!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1008319237711207045</id><published>2008-02-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:45:43.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kainutilan'/><title type='text'>sa wakas...</title><content type='html'>sa wakas makakpagpost n nman aq sa forgotten blog q....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgaL kc nwala internet connections sa amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1008319237711207045?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1008319237711207045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1008319237711207045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1008319237711207045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1008319237711207045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/sa-wakas.html' title='sa wakas...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7415865501848872409</id><published>2008-02-19T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:37:06.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Under Estimate Anyone</title><content type='html'>A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, "Which do you want, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store."Hey, son! May I ask you a question?Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy licked his cone and replied,*Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from..sanskritquotes.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7415865501848872409?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7415865501848872409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7415865501848872409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7415865501848872409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7415865501848872409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-under-estimate-anyone.html' title='Never Under Estimate Anyone'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7523851055327054429</id><published>2008-02-19T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:50:50.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>PROUD TO BE AN OUTCAST!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;---TO THE ONE WHO LET ME UP NOT DOWN---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..alam q d nya ito mababasa kc dinelete nya n pla aq sa kanyang mga list of friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taz siguro sa links nya sa blog nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just let me know about some reaLities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na hindi niya talaga aq TUNAY n FRIEND and hedon't deserve my friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lng...hindi xa nwalan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas lalong hindi aq nag nawalan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagBENEFIT p nga un eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kea it reaLLy a good decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wlang paghihinayangan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT OVER YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I'M PROUD TO BE AN OUTCAST!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7523851055327054429?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7523851055327054429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7523851055327054429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7523851055327054429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7523851055327054429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/proud-to-be-outcast.html' title='PROUD TO BE AN OUTCAST!!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7970280994681746149</id><published>2008-02-16T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:44:33.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The link between man &amp; god is FAITH: an inspirational conversation..worth reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Absolutely, sir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof :Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?(Student is silent.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student :No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student:From...God...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So who created evil?(Student does not answer.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes, sir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So, who created them?(Student has no answer.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.Tell me, son...Have you everseen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist.What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No sir. There isn't.(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:That is it sir... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...this is a true story, and the student was none other than.........APJ Abdul Kalam, the former president of India. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get this very interesting from:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Blog...Positive Attitude Sayings, Motivational Quotes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sanskritquotes.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7970280994681746149?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7970280994681746149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7970280994681746149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7970280994681746149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7970280994681746149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/link-between-man-god-is-faith.html' title='The link between man &amp; god is FAITH: an inspirational conversation..worth reading...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4926850378592541830</id><published>2008-02-16T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:28:19.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>Un-learning the ways of Un-love.</title><content type='html'>When you are absolutely happy in your aloneness, when the other is not a need, it is then that you are capable of love. If the other is your need, you can only exploit, manipulate, dominate but cannot love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because you depend on the other, possessiveness arises -- out of fear. "Who knows? The other is with me today; tomorrow he/she may not be with me. Who knows about the next moment?" [...] Out of that fear of the future, you become very possessive. You create bondage around the person you think you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love cannot create a prison. If love creates a prison, then what is left for hatred to do? Love brings freedom -- love gives freedom. It is non-possessiveness. But that is possible only if you have known a totally different quality of love, one not of need but of sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sharing of overflowing joy. You are too full of joy, you cannot contain it, you have to share it. Then there is poetry, then there is something tremendously beautiful which is not of this world, something that comes from the beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I say, learn the art of love. What I really mean is: learn the art of removing all that hinders love. It is a negative process. It is like digging a well -- you go on removing layers of earth, stones, rocks and then suddenly there is water. The water was always there as an undercurrent. When you remove all barriers, the water is available. So with love. Love is the undercurrent of your being. It is flowing, but there are many rocks, much earth to be removed. That's what I mean when I say: learn the art of love. It is really not learning love but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;un-learning the ways of un-love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~ Swami Chaitanaya Keerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4926850378592541830?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4926850378592541830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4926850378592541830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4926850378592541830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4926850378592541830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/un-learning-ways-of-un-love.html' title='Un-learning the ways of Un-love.'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-3130580827739445312</id><published>2008-02-11T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:09:02.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immersion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>rEfLecTiOn on my iMmErsiOn... d seriOus version</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- - - ImMersiOn - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last February 1-3, we had a very exciting, fun-filled, adventurous and heart-warming IMMERSION. Everyday I had experienced different, difficult and easy challenges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;February 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we had arrived at Sto. Niño, I thought that I'm really familiar with the place but in my surprise I haven't in the center of the barangay. These had increased my excitement for it. Before the opening program we already talked and asked some residents there if they know our host families, where it is located and how's their house. Asking them, I have known that my host family is just near the barangay hall. When the opening program and the distribution of the students to their respective families started, we were so excited seeing our host families and when our names and our host family were called, there was no one that go in front but after some minutes we saw Nanay Salvacion coming. She accompanied us to their home just nearby. When we reach their house, it's semi-concrete where the main house is concrete and the kitchen and front is just made of nipa and bamboos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then introduced each other have some stories about our own lives...After some time, Nanay ask one of her son to cook rice but he is somewhat hesitating then I go to the kitchen to have a look at it. I ask Jerry, my buddy, to prepare the rice and I will be the one to prepare the fire. After putting in fire the cooking pot, we then started deciding what to cook for lunch. There was a basin of 'kangkong” in the kitchen so we decided to cook it with sardines. We prepared the dining table and we ate altogether except for Tatay Tiburcio who was there in his farm and Kuya Rolly who Nanay said really go them with them because of some reasons. After some stories and after fixing the dining table and washing the dishes, we then asked Nanay for us to go to the school for the feeding program...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the school, seeing our classmates, we somewhat missed them much and asking how's their host families. We then started preparing for the for our respective activities. My tribe, the Partribu Triblets, was assigned in the painting committee. But during the preparation, we were not able to help in painting because of few painting materials so we just helped prepare the food. The time we are preparing spaghetti, I really find it difficult to cook it because there were many supervising the work that will make feel irritated but thankfully we had made it right for still there a great cooperation in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the successful program, we went to the beach to rest and roam around the beautiful beach of Sto. Niño. We also went to our classmates' houses to visit them. I and Jerry then went home to already start preparing for our dinner. Our dinner was then fried fish and souped fish. It was about before dinner when Ate Rochelle came from her work at Tigaon. She is the mother of the little baby in our house. After dinner and fixing all, we already slept early because we were so tired and exhausted by day's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;February 2, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, Jerry and I woke early for we will be the one to prepare the breakfast. We then started to prepare and cook the spaghetti we had brought. It was somewhat to prepare like how we had prepared during the feeding. We then share in a delicious and memorable breakfast. We just have a problem for one of my brother does not eat anything with meat, pork, beef or chicken, so we just opened a can of sardines for him. I am really surprised of such unusual behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking breakfast, we decided to bring Tatay breakfast because he already there early in the morning to plow his farm. We walked about six kilometer back and forth through rice fields and riversides. It was a very tiring activity yet a fun-filled one because we had a nice time with my brothers. We went home about 10:30 and we then rest for some time and took our bath on the other house where there are also immersees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch, we then went to the school for the Socials. Our tribe with Alab tribe of Pin-Pin tried to practice and think what we will present during the socials but because of lack of cooperation we just end up on a song number. Before the socials, we had really find hard to look for participants for our class game made of families with their immersee. And also during the game, it so hard to manage because some of our classmates don't help during our class game but still we made it right. After some instruction after the Socials we went home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Nanay is already preparing for our dinner . We then helped her preparing the malunggay leaves. Roger, my little brother, said that he want us to taste and try their “specialty”, Lucky Me with malunggay leaves. It is taste really good. After we had finish eating. Two of our classmates went to our house and its already 8:00. Nanay then told us to also go out because during the first night we haven't go out so we went out with my three brothers. We then went to some of our classmates' houses to encourage them to go with us and we also met some classmates on the road so we just decided to go together and have a bonfire near the beach. We were until before 10:00 when we saw some big flashlights we already knew that's it's Ma'am Bigs. Before we really don't intend to run and we want to wait for her for when she is already walking toward us, some of us shouted and ran away so we also an away. We had really ran fast that my one of my brother ask me why we are running. We reached home exactly 10:00 and after washing our ourselves we already sleep. It was really tiring being a Wonder Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;February 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been woken up the instant hard rain that watered our house. There were hole in the roof of our house so when it rains outside it also rain inside. We then started to prepare for our breakfast. We just coked some packs of instant noodles. We just finished breakfast when the chapel bell stated to ring... We then took a bath. I was then being called by nature but I can't withstand our type D comfort room so I just kept it until the mass. When we went to the chapel, we then saw my fellow classmates and we started talking about what had happened last night. When Ma'am Bigs came to us, we felt differently and my buddy slipped his lips thus Ma'am had known that we are guilty of what had happened last night being the Wonder Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, I went to one of my classmates house to take C.R. Then we went to have some walk and decided to go home to prepare for our departure. When we got home, Nanay had already prepared lunch and we just helped her arrange the table. When we were already eating we started thanking them for a very nice stay and experience with them. After bidding goodbyes and thank yous we started packing our things and prepared our token and the card given to us. We then have some family pictures and the documentation team also went on our house to take our picture as a family. When we were already in the jeepney, we waved our hands when we saw Nanay and Ate Rochelle. We will really miss them much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what happened in my wonderful immersion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--challenges I experienced during the immersion--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had really find hard to seek in through the immersion especially when we and Nanay are telling stories about ourselves because I am not a person telling much about myself and sometimes I can't relate what Nanay and Jerry are talking about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find it hard to take a bath because we still have to go to the neighbor's house just to take a bath where it is very open. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is also very hard to have a C.R in our house because the C.R. there is not that good.&lt;br /&gt;Deciding on our group's presentation is very difficult for most of my group members is not cooperating that's we haven't presented.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is a challenge being a Wonder Kid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;- - Reflection- -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immersion, as a whole, was so significant to me. It had really taught many thing about the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of significant experiences I had during the immersion was when we walked about six kilometers just to send breakfast to Tatay who was on the farm on the other barangay of Mabca. We walked through rice fields and riversides. We had been somewhat lost cause what we had walked through is not the regular way to get there so walk a longer distance just to get there. I had really appreciated Tatay's hard work and industry for goes there too early not taking breakfast and walking a long distance everyday to attend the farm that is not really his but is only attending it and the pay is during the harvest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also struck by Nanay kindness and generosity because you could already call their house a public one for if goes to their house and ask for some coffee or other she will really give some even though it just enough for them. That's why their supply of such are fast to run out.&lt;br /&gt;My host family was very good and kind to us. Nanay Salvacion is a very kind and soft-hearted mother and Tatay Tiburcio is a very hardworking father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we are sitting in the balcon, preparing and eating meal, we are telling stories. Nanay, always tells us their way of life about their family and also her problems encountered. She is also telling us stories somewhat gossips about those in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During immersion, I am so thankful for is that we had enough and good food to it and clean water. Iam also very thankful that we are eating together for at home we really don't eat together. I am also grateful that I am not struck by any sickness and that I'm always healthy and that no bad event had happened to me. I am also thankful that every moment of the immersion had been so important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from these experiences during the reality of life that we are not the only people here on earth. I had learned to appreciate all the things that I have and be contented with it for we are already so blessed compared to those in the area who are already with the simple things they have. I also learned the value of family for there they have the strong bond that strengthens their family. It had me miss my family so much during and after the immersion. What struck me most is their sense of community that you will not see in the urban areas and I don't in my own place. There is that care and love for their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the immersion process, I know that Jesus is always with me and worked in me for He had helped me seek in through the immersion. He helped me know and understand the true essence of this activity. I know that He called me to walk barefoot and to leave my doubts and reservations to this immersion and just feel and go with the flow of the immersion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Authentic Christian Humanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the immersion, I have responded to living out Authentic Christian Humanism by being the true me and letting myself be drawn to the true essence of the immersion and by doing my best to make this a fruitful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response is just a simple one for I know that even though this is just simple yet it can make a great difference to me and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have listened to the people I had encountered. They taught me to really appreciate the value of family and contentment. I really learned a lot from Nanay and Tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings, thoughts and reactions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I feel bored for I know the place is very familiar to me and I feel no excitement but when I reach the barangay, I still haven't been there and that brought again the excitement in me. The time I saw my host family's description, I really thought they are such a big family. The time we first talked with Nanay I really feel awkward for I think she's somewhat strict but sooner I gained confidence in her. When Nanay asked us why we are here we then replied that we are for an immersion and that we will live with them to experience a new kind of environment and learn about the realities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nagawa ko bang magpakatao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question that is really hard to answer but I can say that during the immersion nagawa kong magpakatao. It because I know I became a true person showing the real me and leaving my reservations and doubts and letting myself be really immersed within a new environment , a new life and undertaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-3130580827739445312?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/3130580827739445312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=3130580827739445312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3130580827739445312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/3130580827739445312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflection-on-my-immersion-d-serious.html' title='rEfLecTiOn on my iMmErsiOn... d seriOus version'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-947231969295375204</id><published>2008-02-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:46:27.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immersion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>- - -iMmErSiOn- - -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5pU9eZhI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wq09H0SUeeY/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163792198665135634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5pU9eZhI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wq09H0SUeeY/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163792202960102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5pk9eZiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bd7l29kZx4Y/s320/ac13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5p09eZjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kJYBhBNieAk/s1600-h/ac13...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163792207255070258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5p09eZjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kJYBhBNieAk/s320/ac13...jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...iMmersiOn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.friendster.com/photodetails.php?photo_type=submitted&amp;amp;uid=46618964&amp;amp;pid=1&amp;amp;rid=588782796" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laSt feb. 1-3, 2008, ayon nag-immersion kami sa aKing hoMetown anG sAgñaY... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nuNg ayoko q tlgang mag-immersion dun kc prang d n xa iba ssa akin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kahit n nga sa ibang barangay nmaN xa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - - sa brgy. Sto. Niño- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang lugar qng saaN dinadaos ang tanYag n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BaYbayOn Festival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-fEbruary 1, 2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gumIsing aq ng 5:00am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sarado p nun mga ilaw sa dorm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kea super dilim nia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natapos aq mailgo mga 5:30 n..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at nagbeLL n nga c Mor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taz I decided to sleeP muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at hindi q namalayan n 6:15 n pla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kea dali-dali aq bumaba pra magSIMBA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa may 4 pillars nakita q n super dami n ng tao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra xang naging school in gold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at yun nagsimba n nga kami with my AC13 classmates!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natapos ang misa around 7..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kea dalidali aqng nagbreakfast kc bka aq mahuli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayaw kc ni mam bigs ng nahuhuli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umalis kami ng ateneo...around 8:00...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na ang usapan ay 7:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filipino time kc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dumating kami ng Sto. niño mga 9:30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa aking pagkabigla hindi p pla aq dun nakakapunta kea khit papano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok n rin n dun kesa sa mountains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nagWelcome n nga samin ang BRGy Captain ng Sto. NiñO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eli Buendia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este eli buendiaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Nag-umpisa na kaming sunduin ng aming mga host families..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nsa description ng host family dw namin ay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salvacion/Tiburcio Purcil: 10 in the family w/ 2 mos old baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nung tinawag n ung name namin wala agad sumundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taz after some minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dumating n c Nanay Salvacion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pagdating namin ng bahay nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nsa my tabi xa ng palayan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semiconcrete i2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pagdating namin nagluto agad kami ni Jerry ng ginisang kangkong...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pagkatapos naming kumain naghugas kami syempre..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at pumunta na kami sa School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;para sa feeding at paiting activity namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aq ang tribe lear ng tribo namin na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Partribo Triblets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayun kami assign sa painting pero ang nangyari naging chef kami &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at nagluto nga kami ng spaghetti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hirap niya tlga...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sa awa ng Diyos natapos na kami &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kea pumunta kami ng beach..pra maglakad-lakad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gumising kami ng maaga kc magluluto kami ng Spaghetti na naman..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayun nagkulang ng konti ung sauce pero ok lasa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;taz napagpasyahan namin na hatidan si tatay ng pagkain sa Mabca qng saAn xa nagtratrabaho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mga 7 kms nalakad namin sa gitna ng mga kabukiran..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ang Mabca ay isa ring brgy ng Sangay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at meron din dung nag-iimersion..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;marami nga kaming nakitang mga ateneo PE uniform n nkasampay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ang pagpunta namin ng Mabca ay isang violation..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;suwail kc kami eh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pero ok lng nman un kc kasama q host family q...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at night ang curfew namin ay 8:00pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pero natapos kami magdinner ay 8:00 n&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at pumunta samin sina whimz, clasm8 q..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kea ayon lumabas kami...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;na inaalala ang galit ni mam bigs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pumunta kami ng beach at ngbonfire kami ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at around 9;50..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dumating sina mam bigs kasama ang mga tanod at may mga dalang flashlight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sa sobrang katarantahan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayun tumakbo kami...sa sobra bilis meron samin n naligaw at hindi nahanap ung hauz nila...and that's our &lt;strong&gt;Midnight Beach Escapade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEbruary 3, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nagising kami about 6:30 dahil sa malakas na bugso ng ulan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at meron ng tumutulo sa may bed namin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nagluto ulit kami ng breakfast...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayon...napapaCR na tlga aq pero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayoko mgCR dun kc class D un...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok n sna..kaso pagpunta q dun my u know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kea nagsimba aq na tinitiis un...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pagkatapos ng mass..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nakiusap aq sa classm8 n my magandang CR na makikibawas aq...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kea sa mahabang panahon makabawas din aq..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at around 1:00 nagpaalam na kami sa mga host family namin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at nagwiwish na magkita ulit at makabalik sa sangay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and that's my my immersion experience...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pinopost q na after ng mahabang time n nkadrafts lng 2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-947231969295375204?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/947231969295375204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=947231969295375204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/947231969295375204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/947231969295375204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/02/immersion.html' title='- - -iMmErSiOn- - -'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R6l5pU9eZhI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wq09H0SUeeY/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6733383531419308476</id><published>2008-01-27T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:21:26.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>rEcoLLectiOn expErieNcE</title><content type='html'>Recollection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com defines recollection as&lt;br /&gt;the act of re-collecting or the state of being re-collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our 2nd monthly recollection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It focused on the Appreciation of the Holy Eucharist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na raw kc nagsisimba ang mga dormers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kung magsisimba naman and reason ay " it's for attendance"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga sa RE subject namin nung high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the Eucharist is highest form of prayer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our current state here in the dorm... you can count inyour hands those who are really frequntly attending the mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Gil, who conducted our recollection left us with a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your concern at this point of time? Do you find God in that concerns?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kung tatanungin ako kung ano answer q dyan sa tanong n yn ay . . . ahmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just keep it secret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joke lng...kc sa point na to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang main concern is my studies and I slightly find Him in this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in term of my attending the mass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can say na it's merely for attendance... but hindi p xa full undrstanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kung baga it's just in between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6733383531419308476?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6733383531419308476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6733383531419308476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6733383531419308476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6733383531419308476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/recollection-experience.html' title='rEcoLLectiOn expErieNcE'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6870143781508755100</id><published>2008-01-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:11:18.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectualities'/><title type='text'>Famous Paradoxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please try to answer this paradoxes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you?!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Liar Paradox (Eubulid or Epimenides Paradox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a well known paradox written by the great stoical logician Chrysippos. The poet, grammarian and critic Philetus of Cos was said to have died of exhaustion attempting to resolve it.&lt;br /&gt;A Cretan sails to Greece and says to Greek men who stands upon the shore: "All Cretans are liars." Did he speak the truth or did he lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, the Cretan sailed to Greece again and said: "All Cretans are liars and all I say is the truth." Although the Greeks ashore weren't aware of what he said the first time, they were truly puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says about himself that he always lies, is this the truth or a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Liar Paradox (Jourdain's paradox)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version of a famous paradox was presented by English mathematician P. E. B. Jourdain in 1913.The following is written on opposite sides of a card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THE SENTENCE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS CARD IS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SENTENCE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS CARD IS FALSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Barber Paradox (Russell's Paradox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogue paradox to the 'liar paradox' formulated by English logician, philosopher and mathematician Bertrand Russell. There was a barber in a village who promised to shave everybody that does not shave himself (or herself).Can the barber shave himself and keep the mentioned promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lazy-bones Paradox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If destiny designed a master plan which defines everything that is to happen, isn't it useless, for example, to go to a doctor? If I am ill and it is my destiny to regain health, then I will regain health whether I visit a doctor or not. If it is my destiny to not regain my health, then seeing a doctor can't help me.How could you question the presented opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Favorite Sophisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Crocodile Sophism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slim crocodile living in the Nile took a child. His mother begged to have him back. The crocodile could not only talk, but was also a great sophist and stated, "If you guess what I will do with him, I will return him. However, if you don't guess his fate, I'll eat him." What statement should the mother make to save her child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Remember: Finding the solution on your own is the greatest pleasure" href="http://brainden.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=207"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Is it possible to give what we don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sophist: "Yes, greedy man gives his cash with sorrow. However, he doesn't have the cash with sorrow, so he gives what he doesn't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is better - eternal bliss or a simple bread?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is better than eternal bliss? Nothing. But a slice of bread is better than nothing. So a slice of bread is better than eternal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few sentences from life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody goes to that restaurant; it's too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go near the water 'til you have learned how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;The man who wrote such a stupid sentence can not write at all.&lt;br /&gt;If you get this message, call me, and if you don't get it, don't call.&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT: Are you an analphabet? Write a letter and we will send you free of charge instructions how to undo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think about these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say there is a bullet which can shoot through any barrier. Let's also say there is an absolutely bullet-proof armor which no object can penetrate. What will happen if such a bullet hits such an armor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a man drown in the fountain of eternal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission is not to accept the mission. Do you accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl goes into the past and kills her Grandmother. Since her Grandmother is dead, the girl was never born. If she were never born, she never killed her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the temperature this morning is 0 degrees and the Weather Channel says, "it will be twice as cold tomorrow", what will the temperature be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer truthfully (yes or no) to the following question:&lt;br /&gt;Will the next word you say be 'no'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you are in a car going the speed of light and you turn the headlights on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude with this challenge:Let the God Almighty create a stone, which he can not pick up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rhome03's commEnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaN yoU anSwer  this?!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit aq naguluhan din eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is from...&lt;a href="http://brainden.com/paradoxes.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://brainden.com/paradoxes.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6870143781508755100?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6870143781508755100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6870143781508755100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6870143781508755100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6870143781508755100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/famous-paradoxes.html' title='Famous Paradoxes'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4811899578030458677</id><published>2008-01-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:30:46.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>iS it realLy true with you?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror where one could read it everyday. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are at least two people inthisworld that you would die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to bejustlike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Someone that you don't even knowexists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you make the biggest mistake  ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you think the world has turnedits back on you take another look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it reaLly true with you?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4811899578030458677?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4811899578030458677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4811899578030458677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4811899578030458677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4811899578030458677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-really-true-with-you.html' title='iS it realLy true with you?!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7489223437389421379</id><published>2008-01-25T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:34:20.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>rEmiNisciNg my higH schoOl days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;emomoments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hayy..naku...namimiss q na talaga mga super friends q nung high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;khit na nagkikita-kita kami minsan iba p rin ang time nung high school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bsta iba xa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eto ang ilan sa pictures namin nung HS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo309eZcI/AAAAAAAAADA/c6GcEo4pGMc/s1600-h/330224237m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159340525192373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo309eZcI/AAAAAAAAADA/c6GcEo4pGMc/s320/330224237m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; c anjo yan...sabi niya...gwapo dw xa... ung ang sabi niya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;father  n father xa dyan sa pix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;magiging FATHER n tlga kc nsa seminary xa ngaun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d ko alam qng mkkatagal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4E9eZdI/AAAAAAAAADI/qkEOCJnxxr4/s1600-h/267127780m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159340529487341010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4E9eZdI/AAAAAAAAADI/qkEOCJnxxr4/s320/267127780m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Fiesta xang  Nato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sa amin kc pag fiesta sa isang barangay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mostly lahat sumasama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4E9eZeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JUpcRx6RUnA/s1600-h/330224237m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159340529487341026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4E9eZeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JUpcRx6RUnA/s320/330224237m.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ayy..nadoble....upload q...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4U9eZfI/AAAAAAAAADY/GeCv_qGPveo/s1600-h/605583934m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159340533782308338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4U9eZfI/AAAAAAAAADY/GeCv_qGPveo/s320/605583934m.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; nung recollection namin yan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xa ung pinaka panget n recollection namin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kc nareprimand p kmi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kaw b nman gumawa ng "GHOST SHOW" in the middle of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and aQ ung isa sa pinkanapagalitan kc Honor dw aq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tapos isa p dw aq sa pasimuno...hayyY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dat's me... naalala q tuloy c joecomps ang teacher namin... hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xa ang super strict n physics teacher namin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok nman xa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4k9eZgI/AAAAAAAAADg/DmbSqjL3jkY/s1600-h/803177010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159340538077275650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo4k9eZgI/AAAAAAAAADg/DmbSqjL3jkY/s320/803177010m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yan ung...classmate qng c Badong...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hindi nman xa Alien,,,,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dyan lng sa pix...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lalaki n yan naun..hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's really good to reminisce the experience you had in your HS life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kea im super excited n sa Alumni homecoming namin this Easter Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks pla kay nicy...my super clasm8 for the pix...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kinuha q lng kc xa sa friendster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7489223437389421379?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7489223437389421379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7489223437389421379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7489223437389421379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7489223437389421379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/reminiscing-my-high-school-days.html' title='rEmiNisciNg my higH schoOl days...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/R5mo309eZcI/AAAAAAAAADA/c6GcEo4pGMc/s72-c/330224237m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-868119514201989828</id><published>2008-01-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:04:33.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes lng poh..'/><title type='text'>Lawyer jokes...</title><content type='html'>Sa mga joke na to...nasira ang refutasyon ng mga lawyers...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many personal injury attorneys does it take to change a light bulb? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many can you afford?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three - one to turn the bulb, one to shake him off the ladder, and the third to sue the ladder company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;A good lawyer knows the law. A great lawyer knows the judge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you call 5000 dead lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;A good start! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the difference between an attorney and a pit bull?&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you tell when a lawyer is lying?&lt;br /&gt;His lips are moving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does an attorney sleep?&lt;br /&gt;First he lies on one side, and then on the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do you get a group of lawyers to smile for a picture?&lt;br /&gt;Just say "Fees!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You seem to be in some distress," said the kindly judge to the witness. "Is anything the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, your Honour," said the witness, "I swore to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but every time I try, some lawyer objects." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="hr"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new client had just come in to see a famous lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you tell me how much you charge?", said the client.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", the lawyer replied, "I charge $200 to answer three questions!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's a bit steep, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is", said the lawyer, "And what's your third question?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="clear-both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Bill" src="http://brainden.com/images/bill.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;img height="280" alt="I Object" src="http://brainden.com/images/i-object.jpg" width="280" /&gt; &lt;div class="clear-both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Funny lawyer quotes:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are three sorts of lawyers - able, unable and lamentable. - &lt;em&gt;Robert Smith Surtees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoever tells the best story wins. - &lt;em&gt;John Quincy Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Lawyer will do anything to win a case, sometimes he will even tell the truth. - &lt;em&gt;Patrick Murray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorance of the law excuses no man - from practicing it. - &lt;em&gt;Adison Mizner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In almost every case, you have to read between the lies. - &lt;em&gt;Angie Papadakis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lawyer is a gentleman who rescues your estate from your enemies and keeps it for himself. - &lt;em&gt;Lord Brougham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man is innocent until proven broke. - &lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;from http://brainden.com/lawyer-jokes.htm try niu poh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-868119514201989828?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/868119514201989828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=868119514201989828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/868119514201989828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/868119514201989828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/lawyer-jokes.html' title='Lawyer jokes...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1340500336067628537</id><published>2008-01-23T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:51:11.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectualities'/><title type='text'>Are you proud to be a Filipino?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:indigo;" &gt;PROUD TO BE A FILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:indigo;" &gt;We, really should be proud to FILIPINOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are that will make you really proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/XAVIER~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/XAVIER~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/XAVIER~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:violet;"  &gt;In the Philippines, Filipinos were introduced to&lt;br /&gt;the English lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:violet;" &gt;guage in 1762 by British invaders, not&lt;br /&gt;Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:violet;" &gt;The USA bought the Philippines, Puerto Rico and Guam from&lt;br /&gt;Spain in 1898.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:red;"  &gt;The Filipino-American Independence War from 1898 to 1902&lt;br /&gt;ensued, killing&lt;br /&gt;4,234 Americans and how many Filipinos? 16,000 were killed&lt;br /&gt;in action and&lt;br /&gt;200,000 died from famine and pestilence. (The Philippines&lt;br /&gt;lost and was colonized until 1946.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anton.blogs.com/flag/large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://anton.blogs.com/flag/large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:violet;"  &gt;Los Angeles, California was co-founded in 1781 by a Filipino&lt;br /&gt;named&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Miranda Rodriguez, along with 43 Latinos from Mexico&lt;br /&gt;sent&lt;br /&gt;by the Spanish government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:red;"  &gt;What antibiotic did Filipino doctor Abelardo Aguilar&lt;br /&gt;co-discover?&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Brand is Ilosone, named after the province Iloilo, Philippines. Erythromycin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:violet;"  &gt;The one-chip video camera was first made by Marc Loinaz, a&lt;br /&gt;Filipino inventor from New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:red;"  &gt;The first ever international Grandmaster from Asia was&lt;br /&gt;Eugenio Torre&lt;br /&gt;who won at the Chess Olympiad in Nice, France in 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:violet;"  &gt;This son of two Filipino physicians scored over 700 on the&lt;br /&gt;verbal&lt;br /&gt;portion of the Standardized Achievement Test (SAT) before&lt;br /&gt;age 13 -&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi Danao Camara of Punahou School, Hawaii... Edward&lt;br /&gt;Sanchez, a&lt;br /&gt;Mensa member, bagged the grand prize in the first Philippine&lt;br /&gt;Search&lt;br /&gt;for Product Excellence in Information Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who was the Filipino-American dancer who scored perfect 1600&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;the SAT? Joyce Monteverde of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Who invented the fluorescent lamp?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison discovered the electric light and the&lt;br /&gt;fluorescent&lt;br /&gt;lighting was thought up by Nikola Tesla. But the fluorescent&lt;br /&gt;lamp&lt;br /&gt;we use today was invented by Agapito Flores (a Cebu man&lt;br /&gt;named Benigno&lt;br /&gt;Flores of Bantayan Island, according to the Philippine Daily Inquirer),&lt;br /&gt;a Filipino scientist. Americans helped then-Philippine&lt;br /&gt;leader Ramon&lt;br /&gt;Magsaysay to develop it for worldwide commerce. (Yes! Many&lt;br /&gt;foreigners&lt;br /&gt;have noted that the Filipino population has Asia's highest&lt;br /&gt;rates of&lt;br /&gt;inventors and international beauty queens.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Two Filipina beauties, Gloria Diaz and Margie Morgan, chosen&lt;br /&gt;as Miss&lt;br /&gt;Universe in 1969 and 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Pure- or part-Filipino celebrities in American showbiz&lt;br /&gt;include Von Flores,&lt;br /&gt;Tia Carrere, Paolo Montalban, Lea Salonga, Ernie Reyes Jr.,&lt;br /&gt;Nia Peeples,&lt;br /&gt;Julio Iglesias Jr., Lou Diamond Phillips, Phoebe Cates and&lt;br /&gt;Rob Schneider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;The first Filipino act to land a top hit on the US Billboard&lt;br /&gt;Hot 100&lt;br /&gt;chart in the 1960s was the group Rocky Fellers of Manila.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Pie de&lt;br /&gt;Santo (father was from the Philippines), The Artist Formerly&lt;br /&gt;Known as&lt;br /&gt;Prince (according to the October 1984 article "Prince in&lt;br /&gt;Exile" by Scott&lt;br /&gt;Isler in the magazine Musician), Jaya, Foxy Brown and&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Pure Filipinos who made success in minor charts were Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;Enriquez Aka&lt;br /&gt;Oriental Madonna, Buffy, Pinay and (Ella May)Saison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Latina-American pop star Christina Aguilera lost to Filipina&lt;br /&gt;vocalist&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Roberto aka Banig during the International Star&lt;br /&gt;Search years ago.&lt;br /&gt;In a mid-1999 MTV chat, she said that competing against&lt;br /&gt;someone of Banig's&lt;br /&gt;age was "not fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Besides gracing fashion magazine covers, this international&lt;br /&gt;supermodel&lt;br /&gt;from Manila had walked the runways since the 1970s for all&lt;br /&gt;the major&lt;br /&gt;designers, like Calvin Klein, Chanel, Christian Dior,&lt;br /&gt;Christian Lacroix,&lt;br /&gt;Donna Karan, Gianni Versace and Yves Saint Laurent - Anna&lt;br /&gt;Bayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Who is the personal physician of United States Pres. William&lt;br /&gt;Clinton?&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor "Connie" Concepcion Mariano, a Filipina doctor who&lt;br /&gt;was the&lt;br /&gt;Youngest captain in the US Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;The first Filipino-American in US Congress was Virginia Rep.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Cortez-Scott, a Harvard alumnus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Distinguished British traveler-writer A. Henry Savage&lt;br /&gt;Landor, thrilled&lt;br /&gt;upon seeing a Bicol landmark in 1903, wrote: "Mayon is the&lt;br /&gt;most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;mountain I have ever seen, the world-renowned Fujiyama&lt;br /&gt;(Mt.Fuji) of Japan&lt;br /&gt;sinking into perfect insignificance by comparison." Mayon&lt;br /&gt;has the world's&lt;br /&gt;most perfect cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:indigo;"&gt;(Note - recent eruptions in 2000 caused damages to its perfect cone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Filipinos had their first taste of Mexican chili and corn&lt;br /&gt;during the&lt;br /&gt;Manila-Acapulco galleon trade (1564-1815). In return,&lt;br /&gt;Mexico's people had&lt;br /&gt;their initial taste of tamarind, Manila mango and a Filipino&lt;br /&gt;banana called&lt;br /&gt;racatan or lakatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Founded in 1595 by Spaniards, the University of San Carlos&lt;br /&gt;in Cebu City,&lt;br /&gt;Philippines is older than Harvard and is the oldest&lt;br /&gt;university in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;University of Santo Tomas in Manila, established in 1611, is&lt;br /&gt;Asia's&lt;br /&gt;second oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Who's the Filipina senator popular for her colorful jargon,&lt;br /&gt;delivered in a&lt;br /&gt;mile-a-minute speed and in a weird Harvard-meets-Ilonggo&lt;br /&gt;accent?&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Miriam Defensor-Santiago (now a Senator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;The first female president of the Philippines sworn into&lt;br /&gt;office in 1986&lt;br /&gt;was Corazon Cojuangco Aquino. Her maiden name is Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;In a March 31, 1997 article, The New York Times reported&lt;br /&gt;that the CIA&lt;br /&gt;manipulated Philippine elections: "(CIA operative Col.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Lansdale)&lt;br /&gt;essentially ran the successful presidential campaign of&lt;br /&gt;Defense Minister&lt;br /&gt;Ramon Magsaysay in the Philippines in 1953."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;Who was the first Asian and/or Filipino to snatch America's&lt;br /&gt;Pulitzer&lt;br /&gt;Prize? Philippines Herald war journalist Carlos P. Romulo in&lt;br /&gt;1941. (He was&lt;br /&gt;also the first Asian to become UN President.) The first two&lt;br /&gt;Filipino-Americans to garner the same award 56 years later&lt;br /&gt;were Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Times' Alex Tizon and Byron Acohido, who is part-Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read and write at age 2,&lt;br /&gt;and grew up to&lt;br /&gt;speak more than 20 languages, including Latin, Greek,&lt;br /&gt;German, French and&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. What were his last words? "Consummatum est!" ("It&lt;br /&gt;is done!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:violet;"&gt;"What's still most impressive to me about the Philippines is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;friendliness of the people, their sense of humor...," wrote&lt;br /&gt;Honolulu&lt;br /&gt;journalist John Griffin in a 1998 visit to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from http://www.geocities.com/yehey_02000/adjunct/trivias/pinoy411.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1340500336067628537?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1340500336067628537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1340500336067628537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1340500336067628537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1340500336067628537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-proud-to-be-filipino.html' title='Are you proud to be a Filipino?!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-7281236469746100233</id><published>2008-01-18T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:41:26.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kainutilan'/><title type='text'>Lessons that i have learned  this  day:</title><content type='html'>Mga kainutilan...kagaguhan...etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  wag magpopost sa friendster bulletin ng mga "secrets" o mga katripan kc baka paniwalaan o ikalat ng makakabasa&lt;br /&gt;nun...&lt;br /&gt;               ayun naloko n... tsismosa pa kc ung nkabasa. . . ok lng trip lng nman uN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. wag agad ipapasa ang iyong test paper kc bka may gawing correction ung teacher mo...ayun d mo n xa makukuha...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      ngayon nagpakaTANGA aq...kea alam q mababa lng makukuha q sa exam... majot pa nman at 6 units pa  xa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. wag nang gagawin pa  ang mga katangahang yn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-7281236469746100233?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/7281236469746100233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=7281236469746100233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7281236469746100233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/7281236469746100233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/lessons-that-i-have-learned-this-day.html' title='Lessons that i have learned  this  day:'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1192240176454197736</id><published>2008-01-18T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:32:01.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eOw...guyzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam week namin naun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun... 1 down n....as in down na bagsak...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statistics lng nga xa eh..mahirap p sa MAJOR subjects Q...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very demanding kea teacher q..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayY...that's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bawi n lng aq..kung my babawiin p!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1192240176454197736?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1192240176454197736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1192240176454197736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1192240176454197736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1192240176454197736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/eow.html' title=''/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-1964948974560121803</id><published>2008-01-15T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:41:51.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectualities'/><title type='text'>ANAGRAMS</title><content type='html'>I was so inspired and amazed by...revelation of my arcana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k'joel blog entry on anagrams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some from google.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dark the con of man.&lt;br /&gt;-Madonna of the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiro Agnew&lt;br /&gt;-Grow a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Draconian devil&lt;br /&gt;-Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Anderson&lt;br /&gt;-Relapse Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream within a dream&lt;br /&gt;-What am I, a mind reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;-Kyoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan&lt;br /&gt;-Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law&lt;br /&gt;-Wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Decimal Point&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a Dot in Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliamentarian&lt;br /&gt;- I am a plain ranter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament&lt;br /&gt;-partial men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be or not to be: that is the question, whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"In one of the Bard's best-thought-of tragedies, our insistent hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind." --Neil Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;-"A thin man ran; makes a large stride, left planet, pins flag on moon! On to Mars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't America go re-elect President Clinton in Ninety-Six?&lt;br /&gt;-He has a prime or cunning tendency to wildly solicit Internet sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pearl S. Buck, novelist, Nobel laureate (1892-1973)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-1964948974560121803?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/1964948974560121803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=1964948974560121803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1964948974560121803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/1964948974560121803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/angagrams.html' title='ANAGRAMS'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-4743643966554456079</id><published>2008-01-14T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:42:10.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormoments'/><title type='text'>Tuesday...sama ng Tuesday q!!!!</title><content type='html'>This Tuesday....January 15, 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super disgusting ang day na to for me and my dormmates!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming mga kamalasan ang ang dumating at sumuklob sa aming dorm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNA, pag gising ko at pagpunta ko sa CR ay "super" konti ng tubig....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi na ako nakapaligo...pero ok lng...lagi q n nman kc yang gnagawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pag toothbrush ko na...nawala na talaga ung tubig...kaya takbo kami sa ibang gripo and sad to say wala na talagang tubig...naduduwal na nga aq kc d p aq nakakagargle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos aq at lumabas ng CR...6:15 na....malelate na aq sa morning mass...hindi pa aq nakakaplantsa kea ngsimba aq hinahabol ng plantsa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti n lng at  mg-uumpisa p lng ang  mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nagkamali p ung mga servers...pero ok lng nman...&lt;br /&gt;kaso nung paglabas q tinanong aq nung isang madre kung bakit d sila marunong magserve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papunta na kami ng Cafe Honce...our meals caterer...&lt;br /&gt;sinabi samin ng mga mama q n WALA PANG BREAKFAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala daw kc ung chef!!!...kea habang ngpopost aq  nito... parang may windows media player na rin na tumutunog...TIYAN q pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiyak na mapapagalitan aq khit hindi q kasalanan...kc aq amd Meal Senior sa dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti n lng wala aqng 7:30 class...kung hindi papasok aq nang hindi naliligo...&lt;br /&gt;ewee...fresh p nman aq...from bed lng nga...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taz baka pintawag p ang Dear Prefect ni Father President...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homily n nman yn!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this tuesday...suya aq pag tuesday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-4743643966554456079?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/4743643966554456079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=4743643966554456079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4743643966554456079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/4743643966554456079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdaysama-ng-tuesday-q.html' title='Tuesday...sama ng Tuesday q!!!!'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-6034705835938330999</id><published>2008-01-10T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:42:44.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reFlectioNs'/><title type='text'>...reflEctiOn papEr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I NOT STUPID TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Not Stupid Too is one of the most beautiful satirical comedy film that I ever seen because what they convey in the film is the real situation that happens in most families.&lt;br /&gt;The part of the movie that I was able to relate with is the part where Chengcai is being hit and caned by his father, Mr. Lim, because of being expelled. This part really captured my emotion that I even shed tears because it also happened to me many times. Every time that I make mistakes, my father will always punish me by hitting me a “stick”. He will tell me to get a stick or a small branch of tree that I could withstand when he cane me. I know that it's my fault but sometimes I feel that it's over. There was a time that I really got hurt that I couldn't walk or sit well. I am just glad that now he already stop doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significant events and lines that gave me lessons about parents' role is when the parents of Tom and Chengcai were called by the principal for the grave misconduct that they have done. The principal then told them, “Parents are the role model to their children. Bad family bred bad children.” This just tells that it's the parents responsibility to guide and discipline their children. What the parents do will greatly affect what kind of children their sons and daughters will be.&lt;br /&gt;Parents, though so busy earning a living for them to give their children a better life, must always have time for their children for them to know what's happening to them. In the movie, the parents of Tom and Jerry are so busy with their jobs that don't have time for them and worst, they just communicate through “notes”. Jerry's parents no time for him led him to save money to buy one hour of his father's time for him to attend his concert and later led him to steal money for the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where Tom fixed his father's laptop and rushed to his office to give it to him but never received gratitude and worse, be scolded for not being in school. Parents must also appreciate what their children do for them, no matter how small it is because a simple “thank you” will make them happy and encourage to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should also appreciate their children's achievements and stop comparing them to their own selves and setting much expectations for their children may think that whatever they do their parents would never be grateful to them. Like in the movie, when Tom received the award as the “best blogger”, his mother was not grateful about it and even said that there's nothing good with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event that gave me lessons and insights about my own role as a son is the part where Mr. Lim bought a new “kiddie” bag for Chengcai but he didn't like it that led to their conflict and his father to be mad at him. As a son, I realized that we, children, must also appreciate every little thing that our parents do and give us for a simple “thank you” will already pay the efforts and money they had spent for us. Most of the time when my mother will give and buy me something, I will say that I not good and it's not what I want that why she won't buy me again something though she know I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event was when Mr. Lim is already dying and he requested him to bring him the principal for him to thank her. Chengcai really followed his father pleading the principal to come with him. I realized that as a son we must always follow our parents for they won't let us down.&lt;br /&gt;The event that gave me lessons about family relationship is when Mr. Steven Yeo treated his Tom in a dinner. As a family, it is important to have enough and quality time for the family to talk about their current situation so that there is a communication between parents and children. The starting lines of the movie: “When was the last time someone praised you? When was the last time you praised someone?” let us realize the importance of gratitude especially within the family to foster good relationship. Parents must always think positively not scolding their children for example due to low grades but encouraging them to do better the next time. They should also understand why their children are behaving in a different manner for it always has its roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Not Stupid Too is really good film the really give the importance of quality time and communication within the family as a way to improve family relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-6034705835938330999?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/6034705835938330999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=6034705835938330999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6034705835938330999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/6034705835938330999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflection-paper.html' title='...reflEctiOn papEr...'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-8972667063901906689</id><published>2008-01-07T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:42:58.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>'Obama win should inspire Fil Ams to join US politics'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wow...inspired ang mga Pinoy...we should be looking for Fil-Am in the US Congress and Senate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and maybe even White House...what a wonderful dream to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong showing of United States senator Barack Obama in the race to the White House should serve as an inspiration for Filipino Americans to start "throwing their hats in the ring" of US politics, a political blogger said Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview on Mornings@ANC, political blogger Dean Jorge Bocobo said that the win by Obama in the Democratic caucuses in Iowa last Thursday should be an example for Filipino Americans to start participating in US politics. "I think many people don't realize Barack Obama is not your typical black president -- he's not just black, he's black and white," said Bocobo, referring to Obama's Kenyan and American heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama, a first-term US senator from Illinois, has a Kenyan father and an American mother."Barack Obama is actually closer to the immigrant tradition of American. He's like a second generation Filipino American. Barack Obama is closer to that type of politician," Bocobo said.Bocobo said that Obama's campaign focuses on issues that Americans want to know rather than making his race an issue, which makes it important for Filipino Americans."We have to be thrilled with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Filipino right there now could be the next Barack Obama. We have the talent, we have the kind of people who could be [the next] Barack Obama," Bocobo said."Every successful president harkens back to his immigrant routes. What that meant to be able to come to America and become president. We in the Philippines need to look at these candidates in terms of what it does for us," he added."It should serve as an inspiration for our own [Filipino Americans] there. One day, we will lead that country too," Bocobo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/"&gt;www.abs-cbnnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-8972667063901906689?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/8972667063901906689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=8972667063901906689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8972667063901906689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/8972667063901906689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/obama-win-should-inspire-fil-ams-to.html' title='&apos;Obama win should inspire Fil Ams to join US politics&apos;'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616076864746714027.post-88194280628413816</id><published>2008-01-07T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:43:17.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectualities'/><title type='text'>Interesting  aspects of World's 2nd richest man--Warren Buffet</title><content type='html'>His the humblest billionaire I've ever known....hope all bilionaire be like him...&lt;br /&gt;aasenso ang world...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "I  am careful not to confuse excellence with  perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's Business"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who  has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of  his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that  he started too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering  newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He still lives in the same small 3-bedroom house in mid-town Omaha , that he bought  after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in  that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He drives his own car everywhere and  does not have a driver or security people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet  company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis. He has given his CEO's only two rules.&lt;br /&gt;     Rule number  1: do not lose any of your shareholder's money.    &lt;br /&gt;     Rule number  2: Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch&lt;br /&gt;television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had  scheduled his meeting only for half hour.But when Gates met him, the meeting  lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk. His  advice to young people:&lt;br /&gt;    "Stay away from credit cards and  invest in yourself and Remember:&lt;br /&gt;A. Money  doesn't create man; it is the man who created money.    &lt;br /&gt;        B. Live  your life as simple as you are.&lt;br /&gt;        C. Don't do  what others say, just listen to them, but do what you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;        D. Don't go  for brand name; just wear those things in which u feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;        E. Don't  waste your money on unnecessary things; just spend on those who really are in  need.&lt;br /&gt;        F. After  all it's your life so why give chance to others to rule your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616076864746714027-88194280628413816?l=rhome03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/feeds/88194280628413816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616076864746714027&amp;postID=88194280628413816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/88194280628413816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616076864746714027/posts/default/88194280628413816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhome03.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-aspects-of-worlds-2nd.html' title='Interesting  aspects of World&apos;s 2nd richest man--Warren Buffet'/><author><name>r.h.o.m.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08228137638275713591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZTFr5stTtY/SNc4n4vpWMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qhf_1qslM6E/S220/1_293592737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
