<?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-5973352766937011725</id><updated>2012-01-24T14:16:08.608+08:00</updated><category term='Pathetic Chapters'/><category term='A Collection of Stories'/><category term='Me and Myself'/><category term='Point Sir'/><category term='Religion Blues'/><category term='Family Values'/><category term='Places and People'/><category term='Moodswings'/><category term='In Love'/><category term='Thinking Aloud'/><category term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>My Shell: Where I Keep On Ranting</title><subtitle type='html'>I always thought that I’ve A PERFECT LIFE. But one thing that I’ve discovered as I go along with life is this, that there can never be such thing as PERFECT. Some things in life will just make us cry, sad, alone but in the long run they will make us smile and happy. Life is just amazing. I was wrong. The beauty of life lies within its IMPERFECTION. The least that I can do is MASTER THE FACT THAT NO ONE CAN LIVE LIFE PERFECTLY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6225781910250046265</id><published>2009-01-19T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:34:08.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moodswings'/><title type='text'>Rant # 36: Hate Shoulder Pains!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;There are a lot of things that I need to do lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Study for my International Trade Center's Certification Exam (unfortunately, I'm still trying to finish reading the 3rd unit of Module 2 and I still have to study 2 more modules);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Workout to the nth level (I want to see my abs formed before summer);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. I want to work no problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;But the thing is, I have cough, colds and shoulder pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- I can't study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- I can't workout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- I can't work well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THEM OUT OF MY SYSTEM!!! They're causing me a lot of STRESS!!!&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/5973352766937011725-6225781910250046265?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6225781910250046265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6225781910250046265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6225781910250046265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6225781910250046265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2009/01/rant-36-hate-shoulder-pains.html' title='Rant # 36: Hate Shoulder Pains!!!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2999291652309662218</id><published>2008-12-24T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:28:56.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Another Sexy Pic of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGdERExAKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y6u6Ejtdg2E/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGdERExAKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y6u6Ejtdg2E/s320/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283176534510731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FHM - December Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2999291652309662218?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2999291652309662218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2999291652309662218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2999291652309662218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2999291652309662218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/12/posting-another-sexy-pic-of-mine.html' title='Posting Another Sexy Pic of Mine'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGdERExAKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y6u6Ejtdg2E/s72-c/P1010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6965553988236328805</id><published>2008-12-24T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:08:41.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGZm1R8iKI/AAAAAAAAANw/MyXSJFhZB1w/s1600-h/Picture-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGZm1R8iKI/AAAAAAAAANw/MyXSJFhZB1w/s320/Picture-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283172730298730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Just wanna greet everybody a Merry Christmas and New Year!!! 'Tis the season to be Jolly!!! La la la lala... lala la la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-6965553988236328805?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6965553988236328805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6965553988236328805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6965553988236328805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6965553988236328805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SVGZm1R8iKI/AAAAAAAAANw/MyXSJFhZB1w/s72-c/Picture-012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-738395863066199879</id><published>2008-11-18T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:49:33.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic Chapters'/><title type='text'>Rant # 35:  Sad... So Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so sad. This was the same feeling I had when I knew that my cousin would leave us for good. This was the feeling I had when I knew I would be graduating and I had to live on my own, away from my closest college friends. This was the feeling I felt when I had to move out from Davao for an opportunity here in Manila. This was the same feeling I had when I was dropped off, when I was left by a person I thought I could have as an intimate partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is cold. So cold like ice. Its coldness hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of things are causing me this pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...when he said BASTOS KO BECAUSE NAGA MEDDLE KO SA IYAHANG PRIVATE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What did I say and do? He just talked about the weird dreams he had. He said na he dreamed about his father. And just for a comment, I said siguro it might be because your mom told you something about your dad before you slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tell me!!! Where is meddling on that? What is bad about what I said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad thing is, he didn't even bother to say sorry for that. Or he's not just used to saying sorry. Is he raised like that? All I can do is sigh as I irritatingly watch him so happy hurting me like this. Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... when I heard the MABABAHONG UNEDUCATED MASANG ORCS (thanks to cofibean for the word) whistling to a decent gay like me as if I'm a prostitute or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basta!!! I hate them. Actually, sila nalang siguro ang natitirang nag dedescriminate sa mga gays dito sa mundo minus the conservatives who are trying to understand us naman din unlike those MABABAHONG UNEDUCATED MASANG ORCS. I should understand, they are not educated. They are hungry that the least that they could do is bully the gays. Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...when I think about the fact na I won't be with my colleagues na because all of us will be transferred to a different department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY RANTING A LOT AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE!!! HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahai. (sigh) When will I be able to do away with this feeling? Siguro when I'll die. Because I believe, as long as we remain to be social beings with different personality disorders (and I mean it) we will always feel sadness.&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/5973352766937011725-738395863066199879?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/738395863066199879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=738395863066199879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/738395863066199879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/738395863066199879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/11/rant-35-sad-so-sad.html' title='Rant # 35:  Sad... So Sad...'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2680278628592607899</id><published>2008-11-08T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:27:36.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Myself'/><title type='text'>Let Me Post This Sexy Pic Of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SRSxylirVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/14-kjFk3bh8/s1600-h/Picture+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SRSxylirVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/14-kjFk3bh8/s320/Picture+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266029346932086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FHM - November Issue&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was taken at Fort Santiago, Intramuros Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2680278628592607899?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2680278628592607899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2680278628592607899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2680278628592607899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2680278628592607899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-post-this-sexy-pic-of-mine.html' title='Let Me Post This Sexy Pic Of Mine'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SRSxylirVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/14-kjFk3bh8/s72-c/Picture+280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7313329543430567538</id><published>2008-11-05T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:27:43.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 34: Do You Really Have To Shout?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can't hear what I'm saying, why do you have to shout at me like you're so irritated? You can just say "I can't hear you" in a nice manner and I can just speak louder just so that you'll be able to hear what I'm saying. That sounds better. That makes life for both of us so ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if you're raised like that or you're just simply irritated at me that even if I'm not doing anything grave against you, you will get soooo angry to the extent of shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I still love you amidst the fact that you're now hating me and you're not anymore wanting me in your life. I know I've been a burden. As in, BURDEN. For one because, I'm financially and emotionally dependent on you as of the moment. Don't worry, time will come. I'll be able to move on. Come the next week, I won't anymore be your burden in all aspect. I will try my very best to move on and be someone that I was prior to meeting, knowing and loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, I don't see a point of you shouting at me.&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/5973352766937011725-7313329543430567538?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7313329543430567538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7313329543430567538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7313329543430567538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7313329543430567538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/11/rant-34-do-you-really-have-to-shout.html' title='Rant # 34: Do You Really Have To Shout?'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-3273515785960633550</id><published>2008-10-30T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:56:43.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Sir'/><title type='text'>Rant # 34: Weblogging, As A New Form Of Journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;With t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;he advent of computer technology is the emergence of Internet. This allows people to connect with one another regardless of distance. That and the creation of the World Wide Web browsers in 1990’s certainly transformed Internet from a mere communication tool into a certifiably revolutionary technology (Kotler and Amstrong, 2004).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As reported, in the final decade of the twentieth century, Internet users worldwide grew to almost 400 million. And in 2003, web surfers worldwide reached 533 million and is expected to approach 1.5 billion by 2007. Researches say that the growth of internet access among the world citizens will still continue to explode (Kotler and Armstrong, 2004).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The influx of Internet and Internet users allows the divergence of different media. Print media outfits like Philippine Daily Inquirer has already published their own website, with it are news or features that can also be read in the news paper. Television networks like ABS-CBN have come up with their own interactive website too. With that, we can say that this has caused revolution to mass media especially in the field of journalism with the popularization of the so called &lt;i&gt;web logging&lt;/i&gt;. John Gallo of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Northwestern&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; noted that web logging has made journalism more democratic and helps demystify the craft by exposing the wizard behind the curtain of the media establishment (&lt;a href="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/blogosphere/weblog_journalism.html"&gt;http://blog.lib.umn.edu/blogosphere/weblog_journalism.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Web log or blog is a website where regular entries are made (&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;http://www.wikipedia.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Here, one can publish a commentary or a story like news, feature or anything about something without necessarily undergoing a process of editing from a specific structure. As long as one knows how to use the internet, has access to it and story to tell, no matter what background one has, whether he/she is a journalist by profession or not, one can publish a story and will have it viewed by the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the PCIJ or Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism hosted one of the country’s successful blog sites. As Pabico commented in Rojales’ Report, “At one point, we were registering 356, 000 visitors, 8 million hits, 3 million page views, and 822 gigabytes of data transfer!” (&lt;a href="http://www.itworldcanada.com/a/enterprise-infrastucture/94b4580a-11be-4794-8aa4-2d402f8797a3.html"&gt;www.itworldcanada.com/a/enterprise-infrastucture/94b4580a-11be-4794-8aa4-2d402f8797a3.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking the definition of Journalism by Moyes and White (1978), Journalism is the collection, writing, editing, and dissemination of news material. Its impact in society is of so critical a nature that it has become a factor in the formulation of public policy. It is, as well, a barometer of public attitude, a consideration of importance in assessing social change – which in turn stimulated a wide range of new activities, new attitudes, new methods, and new ideas in a profession that had demonstrable need of them (Hohenberg, 1978).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The nature of blogging as against blogging as the new kind of Journalism has been a popular debate at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Gallo’s article said that “a second line of criticism central to the discussion of Weblogs stems from the lack of transparency of media organizations and from the unidirectional flow of information from reporter to recipient. The perceived lack of transparency coupled with the criticism of media integration, leads to the charge that news and opinions are shaped or even manufactured as infotainment before being disseminated to the wider public” (&lt;a href="http://www.itworldcanada.com/a/enterprise-infrastucture/94b4580a-11be-4794-8aa4-2d402f8797a3.html"&gt;www.itworldcanada.com/a/enterprise-infrastucture/94b4580a-11be-4794-8aa4-2d402f8797a3.html&lt;/a&gt;) thus the contention of it being a form of communication does not hold true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Carroll of Berry College on the other hand said that “blogging and journalism do not have to be dichotomous; the two divergent schemas for understanding ethos do not have to be mutually exclusive, particularly in a convergent media environment where, ironically, most of news websites, including those by broadcast media, are presented using the rhetoric and metaphor of print newspapers” (&lt;a href="http://www.blog.lib.umn.edu/blogosphere.com"&gt;www.blog.lib.umn.edu/blogosphere.com&lt;/a&gt;) contending that it can at some point be considered as journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever reasons they may have, the main question regarding the debate as to whether or not Weblogging can be considered as a new form of journalism is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can it still be qualified as such given that information being fed do not undergo a process of selection like traditional journalism does? This primarily questions the quality of the article both types of Journalistic media produce.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5973352766937011725-3273515785960633550?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/3273515785960633550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=3273515785960633550' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3273515785960633550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3273515785960633550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-34-weblogging-form-of-journalism.html' title='Rant # 34: Weblogging, As A New Form Of Journalism'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4884922501765526549</id><published>2008-10-30T03:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:15:52.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Rant # 33: A Weekend In Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjPP86oz9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6hCrUK0OfPE/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjPP86oz9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6hCrUK0OfPE/s320/Picture+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262684037539483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to Manila&lt;/span&gt; - the country's capital city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Jean's last week with the team as she was scheduled to transfer to some other department come the next week. So w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjRE-d2kjI/AAAAAAAAANA/EUysrHrPxGs/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjRE-d2kjI/AAAAAAAAANA/EUysrHrPxGs/s320/Picture+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686048000315954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e went all the way to Manila as a fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well stuff for her and for us to unwind and bond as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. After all, we still had the Manila Ocean Park tickets th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at were given 3 months ago. They were given because we were not able to join the company's anniversary party held on the same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so excited as that would be my first step on Manila proper. I heard a lot of things about Manila. And the things that I heard about the city actually scared me. That's why for almost more than five months of my stay her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just went there once an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjRpg6iRRI/AAAAAAAAANI/_89Jub4_mb0/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjRpg6iRRI/AAAAAAAAANI/_89Jub4_mb0/s320/Picture+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686675722716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last week. One thing that scared me going there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that, comparing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to the other cities located within the metro, they said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's the city with the highest number of cri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me rates in all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we went there. October 24, 2008. Sunday. Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; place: Ayala Station, 9:00 am (though some came at around 10:00 am - filipino time). Below is the list of places that we visited.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luneta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manila Ocean Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. SM City Manila (for our lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Intramuros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Fort Santiago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjSXnv-27I/AAAAAAAAANQ/427HyHTFOfc/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjSXnv-27I/AAAAAAAAANQ/427HyHTFOfc/s320/Picture+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262687467831483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went home around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5:00 p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m. And the grand finale was indeed a blast. And I mean, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blast. We went to a Chowking branch near MRT station for din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ner. We were supposed to order when people outside were already in panic, rushing and running all their way to the exit. We pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;icked as well that we didn't know if we were gonna go in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;side or run outside with the stampede. As we didn't know w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjSyCX81aI/AAAAAAAAANY/EJrC-WNY8JM/s1600-h/Picture+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjSyCX81aI/AAAAAAAAANY/EJrC-WNY8JM/s320/Picture+304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262687921655043490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hy they're running. We were able to get out. And then we knew, that a tank from Mang Inasal's kitchen exploded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ank God we arrived home safe and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sound. My Manila invasion was indeed one weekend to remember.&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/5973352766937011725-4884922501765526549?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4884922501765526549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4884922501765526549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4884922501765526549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4884922501765526549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-in-manila.html' title='Rant # 33: A Weekend In Manila'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SQjPP86oz9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6hCrUK0OfPE/s72-c/Picture+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1743901864457747193</id><published>2008-10-28T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:50:57.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>Rant # 32: At The End of The Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the monstrosity of men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can see not a gold that we can pleasantly look at but GARBAGES (a lot of them!) that we can't only dare to look at but smell to as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call the place TULAY. It's located somewhere in C5 just within Taguig. We can always pass that place via a PUJ going to the beautiful Global City. The fly over or as they call it, TULAY, is a bit old already. It's a very ghasly place populated by noisy rugged jeepney barkers. That would be ok. But once you pass by that point and reach the end of the TULAY, you will see the garbages that I've talked about. They are located just at side corner of the street. They are there, freely lying, and smiling to everybody. As advised, you should not wear your perfume when you know you're gonna pass this side of the place. For one sure thing, you will lost all the perfume that you put! You will smell like TRASH! To save you from wasting your perfume, put it after you pass by TULAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder why people put all their garbages there? The government, if there's indeed an existing concerned government in that place, should have bought them big trash bins so that they can just throw their trashes there instead of putting them everywhere. I don't think it'll cost them a lot! They can even buy luxury cars for themselves. I can't really comprehend why a progressive city like Taguig couldn't follow proper waste disposal management. They all have the access to everything like education and all that. I believe, they're earning a lot of revenues as compared to the other city like Bohol but managed to maintain the cleanliness of their place. So there's no enough reason for them not to do good in terms of waste disposal. Davao has been consistent with their waste management program. It's really something that I'm proud of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People and the government I think just need to have the so called discipline! It's sad that outside a very beautiful place like Global City is an ugly city of Taguig. They should do something about it. An intensive policy against littering should be implemented. If it means a lifetime imprisonment for someone who caught throwing garbage somewhere else, then so be it. Let's give them that punishment that they deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't anymore take the ODOR!!! I don't anymore have a respect not only to the place but to the people and the government who live just where the place called TULAY is located. Or to be specific, to that end of the tunner where you can see not a treasure but a TRASH! Not unless they're gonna follow a simple proper waste management, will I be proud of having a place like Taguig or TULAY here in the Philippines. As of now, sorry but... it's a shame.&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/5973352766937011725-1743901864457747193?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1743901864457747193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1743901864457747193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1743901864457747193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1743901864457747193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-32-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Rant # 32: At The End of The Tunnel'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5578183041249197182</id><published>2008-10-25T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:01:42.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>OH HOLY NIGHT -- Filipina Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Showcasing Philippine Singers who was able to sing OH HOLY NIGHT. Who do you think sang the best one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.) Regine Velasquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9Bnqcc9-T4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9Bnqcc9-T4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;b.) Lani Misalucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qt-hKG97jog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qt-hKG97jog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.) Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEFCCS9q7Ik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEFCCS9q7Ik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.) Jonalyn Viray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjkGzykkivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjkGzykkivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-5578183041249197182?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5578183041249197182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5578183041249197182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5578183041249197182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5578183041249197182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-holy-night-filipina-version.html' title='OH HOLY NIGHT -- Filipina Version'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8231639851904981681</id><published>2008-10-24T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:01:30.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>OH HOLY NIGHT -- Battle of the Divas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So who sang the best OH HOLY NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a.) Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Mt7_QhSI9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Mt7_QhSI9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;b.) Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Jr-2eyRtV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Jr-2eyRtV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c.) Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4MQ-emtC1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4MQ-emtC1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;d.) Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOt_TZOckpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOt_TZOckpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e.) Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e3FX2EkOkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e3FX2EkOkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;f.)  Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiKBz1rlwGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiKBz1rlwGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;g.) Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgcysWQLcvs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgcysWQLcvs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h.) Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bo1ubqRGZs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bo1ubqRGZs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i.) Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3pFC65CnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3pFC65CnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-8231639851904981681?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8231639851904981681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8231639851904981681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8231639851904981681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8231639851904981681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-holy-night-battle-of-divas.html' title='OH HOLY NIGHT -- Battle of the Divas'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-3185242205534629893</id><published>2008-10-21T04:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:33:56.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Rant # 31: The Weekend Spree At Puerto Galera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0LxDNsVNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ofEOlLSVoaI/s1600-h/DSC00289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0LxDNsVNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ofEOlLSVoaI/s320/DSC00289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259372877142840530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's not located in Palawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I texted my mom that I was in Puerto Galera she asked me why in the world did I fly all the way t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o Palawan? She then went ahead in lecturing me about the importance of saving for my future and whatnots over spending leisure like going to places like Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0L--5k4rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NkqTDfJcpLg/s1600-h/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0L--5k4rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NkqTDfJcpLg/s320/DSC00303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259373116502893234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My mom thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I spent 10k for my trip to Puerto Galera. Yeah, she can be right if that's located in Palawan. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I just spent like 2k for that trip. Somehow affordable yet memorable. Worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My mom and the Puerto Galera conception reminded me of a debate I had with a friend way bafore I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me here in Manila. It was about where PUerto Galera was  actually located. I was so sure the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n about my thought that Puerto Galera is really located in Palawan. My classmate was already fiery and on his wits end trying to convince me that it's located somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was ashamed to realize that my friend, who with all humility accepted my contention to make life easier for him, was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0NDto5bLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AelrUx-N-A0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0NDto5bLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AelrUx-N-A0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259374297280507058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Puerto Galera is located at the far east corner of Mindoro. With its white beaches, palatable fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;od and really warm people, one could not afford to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;about going back home. The country-side experience, morning breeze, sea tide and the whole relaxing feeling would hinder you from feeling so heavy and tired. It's a very good venue for relaxation, weekend spree and making friends with t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he other bakasyonistas indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with my colleagues. We were so stressed the past days from all our emotional churvas in life and so we decided to go there, relax, forget ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;out our probs and enjoy our moment with each other. I really had fun especially that it's my first time to be in a beautiful beach like Puerto Galera. The first time that I was able to party  in the beach. Davao beaches don't have a party and party people like that in Puerto Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0NT-1XWeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CmUo1weRts4/s1600-h/DSC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0NT-1XWeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CmUo1weRts4/s320/DSC00282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259374576774109666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Food was great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;gh the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y serve a meal that cost us like a hundred pesos but it's worth the price. You can feel that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; food is keenly cooked and that the ingredients that they used were really fresh. What we ate there was a real food. NOt a synthetic or artificial one that I usually eat here in Manila. I didn't care about my diet and my gym. All I was thinking was satisfying my mouth and my tummy with the fresh and really palatable food served beside the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun would I have if I wasn't with my friends. Of course, they made my stay there more memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. we laughed about anything and discussed about everything while soaking outselves in the cold, crystal clear, bottle-and-candy-wrapper-and-human-manure free sea water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from swimming on the beach, you can also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; brace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0OMOkq9AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Zo98ti-0-tU/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0OMOkq9AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Zo98ti-0-tU/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259375543071732738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; yourselves with the exciting Banana Boat Riding. You will be amazed as well with the beauty of the underwater through Snorkeling. If you don't feel like doing those, you can go Island Hopping. After going through strenuous activities, you can pamper yourself with THE Manangs' massage ang braiding services. To feel a real beach experience is not so complete without a temporary tattoo that will help you look sexier with your two piece bathing suit or board short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s. You can have a henna tattoo for as low as a hundred, depending on the style that you want. That and a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0OjXs98jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Fir3B4rv8hs/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0OjXs98jI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Fir3B4rv8hs/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259375940659442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Next destination... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baguio&lt;/span&gt;. LOOKING FORWARD FOR THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-3185242205534629893?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/3185242205534629893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=3185242205534629893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3185242205534629893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3185242205534629893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-31-weekend-spree-at-puerto-galera.html' title='Rant # 31: The Weekend Spree At Puerto Galera'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SP0LxDNsVNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ofEOlLSVoaI/s72-c/DSC00289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7744593723474971519</id><published>2008-10-17T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:16:15.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Rant # 30: Peste!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this in my FRIENDSTER BLOG. I wrote this when I was in college. I think I was so mad with a groupmate that time. I can still remember who the person I am referring to in the blog was but I already forgot the reason why I hated her that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRRRRRR… 100x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what I wanted to say to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you think you’re working then so be it. I am working too. You can’t say all the things done can completely be attributed to your work because for one, all of us exerted effort over it. I haven’t been able to sleep too just to research for resources for us to be able to understand the subject we’re supposeD to do. Don’t count what you’ve done coz that might turn back against you. What have you done anyway? BUY MATERIALS THERE AT UYANGUREN? I CAN DO THAT!!! IF YOU THINK IT’S BEYOND YOUR CAPACITY AND THAT IT REALLY IS A BIG DEAL FOR YOU, THEN YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME COZ I’LL BE SO MUCH WILLING TO DO THAT INSTEAD. YOU SAID, YOU’RE HERE IN SCHOOL AS EARLY AS 10:00. TO TELL YOU, I’M HERE AS EARLY AS 6:43 IN THE MORNING. AND BESIDES, YOU SHOULD NOT TAKE THAT AGAINST US BECAUSE TO BEGIN WITH, THE PLAN IS CLEAR: WE WILL BE MEETING AT 1 PM. AND DON’T THINK YOU HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORK EVER. IF YOU’LL TRY TO LOOK AT YOUR WORK THEY’RE REALLY TRASHY. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST YOU THROWING ON SIDE COMMENTS AGAINST ANYBODY. WHAT I CAN’T ACCEPT IS THE FACT THAT YOU GET ANGRY IF ONE WILL DO THAT TO YOU. DO NOT DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU DO NOT WANT OTHERS DO UNTO YOU. I APPRECIATE YOUR BEING AUTHORITATIVE BUT I GUESS IT’S ALREADY TOO MUCH. MUCH AIR IS GETTING IN YOUR BRAINS NOW. THAT’S NOT GOOD. OTHER PEOPLE HAVE BEEN COMPLAINING THE SAME THING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SECOND, I WON’T ASK FOR APOLOGY TO SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW IN THE FIRST PLACE I’VE COMMITTED. IF YOU THINK IT’S OKRAY THEN THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK. YOU’RE SOOO NARROW MINDED THAT YOU CAN’T TAKE JOKES AND CAN’T DIFFERENTIATE ONE FROM OKRAY. IF PEOPLE WILL BE ASKED IF IT’S OKRAY OR WHAT-HAVE-YOU, THEY MIGHT PROBABLY ANSWER IT’S NOT. IT WAS JUST A COMMNENT AND A SILLY COMMENT FOR THAT MATTER. ONLY SILLY PEOPLE WILL TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY. SECOND, I DON’T THINK IT’S INAPPROPRIATE FOR AN EDUCATED LADY OR COLEGIALA OR ELITE FOR THAT, TO ANSWER A QUESTION SARCASTICALLY IF IT’S ASKED IN A NICE MANNER. YOUR TEACHER MIGHT HAVE TAUGHT YOU PROPER MANNER AND CONDUCT. WE WERE NOT TAUGHT ABOUT IT IN ELEMENTARY BUT I KNOW. EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT IT EVEN THE MOST ILLITERATE PERSON LIVING. I DON’T WANT CHAOS. I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANY LONGER. AND IF IT CALLS FOR ME TO RESPOND TO IT THEN I WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MIGHT NOT BE AS INTELLIGENT AS (YOU THINK) YOU ARE. BUT I HAVE THE DETERMINATION TO EXTEND MY HELP AS MUCH AS I CAN. IF YOU DON’T NEED ME THEN BETTER TELL IT DIRECTLY TO ME. I’LL BE SO MUCH WILLING TO GO THAN CAUSE YOU HEADACHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HONESTLY… THIS IS WHAT I FEEL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW, TIME WILL COME: WHAT YOU’RE DOING WILL TURN BACK TO YOU AND WHEN THAT TIME COMES, THAT WILL BE A HUNDRED TIMES WORST THAN WHAT YOU DID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIND IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-7744593723474971519?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7744593723474971519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7744593723474971519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7744593723474971519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7744593723474971519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-30-peste.html' title='Rant # 30: Peste!!!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8980044558255652764</id><published>2008-10-15T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:56:06.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 29: BWIZEEETTT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bwizet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I really can't understand why he's doing this to me! And i can't understand why I keep on insisting myself to him. As what I've been ranting here, I can't see any reason why I thought he's worth all my effort. He's not supposed to be loved. Player siya! Bakla siya! Bwizet! Siya na ang pina ka pamati nga tao nga akong nailhan (plus my highschool classmate and someone else na basta). BAYOT GYUD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I really wonder why I still love him and I still care for him even if he's not doing the same thing back to me. I'm really confused. Libog siya. Sometimes he makes me feel na he still has a thing for me pero sometimes pud wala. CHAKA siya! Makalagot! Kung naay pinaka walay klaro nga tao in this world, I think siya na! SIYA NAG ANG PINAKA WALAY KLARO NGA TAO!!! Kadtong ex nako before though player sya, but he didn't make everything so hard for me. He told me directly, the moment he ended our relationship up, na we're done. Na wala na siyay feeling for me. Na naa na siyay lahi and he has given up playing with me coz he has gotten what he wanted na for me. Ang isa, WALA. wala. wala. gina ingon pa niya na I'm ok pero ambot oi. Na HE STILL LOVES ME even though he can never be my boyfriend. Wala na ko kasabot!!!!!!!! BWIZET NGA BAYOT! BWIZET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-8980044558255652764?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8980044558255652764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8980044558255652764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8980044558255652764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8980044558255652764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-29-bwizeeettt.html' title='Rant # 29: BWIZEEETTT!!!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5762715928071537167</id><published>2008-10-11T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:50:59.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 29: A Sweet Reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;you know what? this is all i can say... FUCK&lt;br /&gt;YOU!!! How dare you talking to me that way? it's&lt;br /&gt;as if you've known me for so long yet in fact&lt;br /&gt;we've just known each other for quite some&lt;br /&gt;time...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you know what's the problem with you?&lt;br /&gt;you're so OA!!! as in overreactive!!! i really&lt;br /&gt;didn't do anything that BAD... what have i done?&lt;br /&gt;i just gave your number to somebody who's so&lt;br /&gt;kulit... and so what? you feel like pinagtabuyan?&lt;br /&gt;my gosh!!! it wasn't really my intention but you&lt;br /&gt;preempted me... so fine...&lt;br /&gt;and one thing... pinaasa ba kita? hello... did i&lt;br /&gt;read it right? ano pala pinagsasabi ko sayo dati?&lt;br /&gt;meron ba? sorry ha... but i can't remember myself&lt;br /&gt;saying something na nagpaasa sayo. if what you&lt;br /&gt;mean is our relationship to work for a longer&lt;br /&gt;period of time then, it was you who called it&lt;br /&gt;off. it wasn't me. so it was you who created your&lt;br /&gt;own nightmare. and akala ko ba you're open to all&lt;br /&gt;possibilities? you should've readied yourself to&lt;br /&gt;the possibility na hindi talaga tayo magtatagal&lt;br /&gt;given that we're not obvioulsy meant for each&lt;br /&gt;other as mandated and sa chat lang tayo&lt;br /&gt;nagkakilala.&lt;br /&gt;speaking og RICKY, congrats!!! di sana naging&lt;br /&gt;kayo kung di dahil sa kin. hope your relationship&lt;br /&gt;with him will last long. mabait talaga yon that's&lt;br /&gt;why when he asked your number to me, though i had&lt;br /&gt;doubt if i would give it, pero since he's my&lt;br /&gt;friend and that i believe hindi ka niya aagawin&lt;br /&gt;sa akin, so binigay ko. but again, you put some&lt;br /&gt;dirty color to what i did. and again, fine.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking about that love love stuff... i&lt;br /&gt;don't believe that it was really love. as far as&lt;br /&gt;i know, love is not jealous... it is kind... it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't hold grudge... doesn't preempt... and it&lt;br /&gt;accepts... but what you showed me said it's far&lt;br /&gt;to be called as love... true indeed that you're&lt;br /&gt;kind but you hold grudge, you preempt and all...&lt;br /&gt;to be honest too, i didn't love you. i was trying&lt;br /&gt;to love you then... it was somehow developed but&lt;br /&gt;it was prevented... and thanks... nakakasakal&lt;br /&gt;ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;if di ako that beautiful then... bakit ka&lt;br /&gt;nakipagrelasyon sa kin? and... i don't care kung&lt;br /&gt;ano tingin mo sa kin... if im beautful or not...&lt;br /&gt;wala akong pakialam... bakit ikaw? you're not&lt;br /&gt;that good looking too... and one thing, hindi ako&lt;br /&gt;nagyayabang... im just being true to myself as&lt;br /&gt;what you want me to be. BAHALA KA!!!&lt;br /&gt;punta ka nalang sa mga friends mo and your&lt;br /&gt;family... they know what's the best for you...&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga, kaya di ka nagkakaroon ng mga&lt;br /&gt;magagandang relationship is because, di rin&lt;br /&gt;maganda ang relationship mo with your family and&lt;br /&gt;friends. it reflects. fix yourself first...&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to tell this, DI AKO TAKOT SA KARMA! I&lt;br /&gt;already conditioned myself to that thing... sana&lt;br /&gt;ikaw na condition na rin... i was also being hurt&lt;br /&gt;for times na before and siguro turn ko na ngayon&lt;br /&gt;para manakit... hehehe... you know what i did&lt;br /&gt;when that happened to me? i turned to my friends&lt;br /&gt;and family... and i was just lucky to have such a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful circle of friends and family kasi they&lt;br /&gt;didn't turn their back the moment i needed them&lt;br /&gt;the most.&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha... I can't believe I said this. A LAUGH-OUT-LOUD FOR THIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-5762715928071537167?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5762715928071537167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5762715928071537167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5762715928071537167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5762715928071537167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-29-sweet-reply.html' title='Rant # 29: A Sweet Reply'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-9208321784500626295</id><published>2008-10-09T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:20:00.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 28: A Rant of A Bitter X! Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kapal din ng mukha mo! ur posting ur honest and&lt;br /&gt;yet your not bein true to yourself as what i&lt;br /&gt;often tell you, "HOpe that what youve done to me&lt;br /&gt;will not haunt you back coz its very painful.&lt;br /&gt;oh nice to hear ur the one who recovered after&lt;br /&gt;you dumped me!in fact i knew ur already meeting&lt;br /&gt;with others, f u found me unworthy then, i didnt&lt;br /&gt;you tell me str8. nagpaasa ka pa! tapos u wanted&lt;br /&gt;to work things out only at your own advantange.&lt;br /&gt;Buti nlang mabait ung nakakuha nga # ko.Ricky&lt;br /&gt;ryt? and he has tot me lots of things that&lt;br /&gt;distance is not a hindrance to make life worth&lt;br /&gt;living, coz with him. i got reason to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;love and freindship.&lt;br /&gt;i would also be hypocrite f il lie that i havent&lt;br /&gt;love you but with what uve dan,such affection has&lt;br /&gt;turned into anger and disgust among judgemental&lt;br /&gt;gays like you. i know m nt that gud looking kit&lt;br /&gt;but wag ka ring ,magyabang. d ka naman ganyan ka&lt;br /&gt;kagandahan.&lt;br /&gt;m not saying this not bcoz galit ako but 4 u to&lt;br /&gt;realize that the world s round, cguro tym mo pa&lt;br /&gt;ngaun but jst prepare urself when the world taKES&lt;br /&gt;ITS TURN AT MY ADVANTAGE. HA...&lt;br /&gt;till then. gudbye!!!&lt;br /&gt;b4 i forgot, as u knew jologs ako sa computer&lt;br /&gt;wud u help me voluntarily widraw ur pic at my&lt;br /&gt;friendster, just to get rid of u! dnt want o be&lt;br /&gt;reminded with the devil in u!pls help me delete&lt;br /&gt;ur pic in my friendster, ha. tanx a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="timetag2"&gt;05/15/2004 11:36 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another Ex (the first one unfortunately) sent this to me via Friendster when I broke up with him. Hahaha... I didn't realize I played as well... Karma ba to? It's not edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-9208321784500626295?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/9208321784500626295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=9208321784500626295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/9208321784500626295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/9208321784500626295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitter-mail.html' title='Rant # 28: A Rant of A Bitter X! Hahaha'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5942444578601826046</id><published>2008-10-09T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:03:03.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Another Text Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN LOVE WITH COUPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not all about the good times but also it's on how you face the bad times together. Stay in love and take care of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL IN LOVE WITH AN X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's still a chance and it's worth fighting for, set aside your pride and make a move. If there's someone else involved, MOVE ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust each other, believe in the relationship that you have and keep the communication open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness is the answer. Just do whatever will make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't rush things. You'll find it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sent to me by a high school barkada (Ivy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She always sends me a lot of great messages like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-5942444578601826046?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5942444578601826046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5942444578601826046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5942444578601826046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5942444578601826046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-text-message.html' title='Another Text Message'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8676934699482445550</id><published>2008-10-08T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:55:41.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 27: What An X!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to do a survey about the common traits of what an ideal partner is for my friends when I wasn't able to proceed as I was struck to my ex's answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: ideal partner naku kai kanang naay sense kaistorya..cute ..then, he will treat me like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- this just shows that my ex is the closet gay type of a partner who doesn't look so femme but wants to play the femme role. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: wahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: mao na na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: wala man ko kabalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: kanang kaya naku siya e-kiss without inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;x: kanang ako ang mangulit ug hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK... aside from I don't have a sense, and I'm not super cute, he had a lot of inhibitions when we were kissing before and he didn't want me to hug him that he always turned his back away from me and change position every time I tried to hug him. I was really never an ideal partner. I felt that even before we started out that foolishness. But I was just so gullible that I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He really didn't love me. Our relationship was a product of his impulsive gayness. And knowing that, honestly, doesn't hurt me anymore. It might but just a bit. OK. That's because, and my spirit knows this, I still have a thing for him. A bit. Just a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me sing Neyo's song: Please don't worry bout me I'm fine. Only gonna play the fool one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeessshh...&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/5973352766937011725-8676934699482445550?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8676934699482445550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8676934699482445550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8676934699482445550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8676934699482445550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-28-what-x.html' title='Rant # 27: What An X!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-3578920500933987072</id><published>2008-10-07T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:33:14.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Rant # 26: Hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was browsing Youtube.com when I remembered a video. A funny video. This was edited by my classmates in college. They made it on the peak of our SUPER HAGGARD MOMENTS - thesis, public relations projects, journalism, video editing and all that. This was our stress reliever. Our teacher pressured us with a lot of projects and requirements that time. They pressured us that they let us feel we were not supposed to graduate. During those times, we had with us this video that made us smile and feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mouthing on the video is Jed Ephan. He is a trusted gay friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4qlgRMGWWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4qlgRMGWWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-3578920500933987072?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/3578920500933987072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=3578920500933987072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3578920500933987072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3578920500933987072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-26-hahahahaha.html' title='Rant # 26: Hahahahaha'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5437190796308591388</id><published>2008-10-02T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:36:05.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 25: Tanga Tanga Tanga Tanga!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/ta-'ngah/ noun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Taong ayaw magka-bf pero nagrereklamong single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Lalakeng mahilig mambabae tas nagugulat pa everytime ayaw pagkatiwalaan ng mga babae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Ex mong iniwan ka for some reason then biglang magpaparamdam ulit after jurassic years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Taong pilit na naghihintay sa taong wala namang balak dumating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Babaeng ilang beses na niloko sa pareparehong dahilan pero di natututo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Magjowang araw-araw nag-aaway pero hindi daw sila maghihiwalay.&lt;br /&gt;7. Baklang nagbibigay ng cellphone, relo, damit at pera sa mga lalaking nagsasabing mahal sila kahit obvious namang hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just added the 7th item. On the original text message that I got, there were just 6 of them. Hehehe... Please come up with instances na example ng katangahan. You can put that via comment. Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5973352766937011725-5437190796308591388?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5437190796308591388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5437190796308591388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5437190796308591388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5437190796308591388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-25-tanga-tanga-tanga-tanga.html' title='Rant # 25: Tanga Tanga Tanga Tanga!!!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2464322156616932660</id><published>2008-10-01T05:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:25:51.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 25: Healthy Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOKnUT_GQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9DA4Ou6HlOM/s1600-h/fitness03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOKnUT_GQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9DA4Ou6HlOM/s320/fitness03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251944082871567282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lest you think going to gyms, doing some exercise and buying food supplement are just waste of time, money and effort, think twice. There's actually no better investment than investing in our health and physical fitness. If knowledge has been known as a treasure that can't be stolen, so is health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With poor health, we always feel so tired. We will never be productive in our work then. We cannot run and walk. We cannot stay so long at night to talk with friends, etc. We cannot enjoy life. If we still have even just a modicum of concern for our life then, we must always stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best way to keep ourselves healthy? Going to doctors for check ups is not enough, eating healthy food alone and mere drinking medicines as well. What's more effective is to couple them with the so called exercise. Something we all know is helpful and healthy yet most of us have been taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, exercising in gyms whatnots has been actually gaining popularity here in the Philippines especially among students and young professionals. Aside from the fact that it will give some tone to their muscles and look fit, they frequent to gyms for the opportunity to socialize with other gym-goers as most of them would also say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that exercise, gym-going and the like gives more than just the opportunity to meet friends and socialize or lose or gain weight? Studies have shown that it can also be a means to relieve all the stresses and also allows us to get away with anxieties that, as we all know, might lead to a lot of serious diseases. As such, it gives us the propensity to increase our life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle here in the Philippines has been evolving to a lot more complicated. With companies and businesses proliferating in the country, people get to drown themselves with their work plus vices and other mental and emotional-stressing activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to work so hard if it's really needed. But we have to understand that too much of it is bad as cliché goes. We have to give time for our physical fitness especially that we need our strengths and health at that, to be an efficient player in the corporate world. We cannot enjoy all those things we've worked hard for if we are already bedridden and what-have-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been investing our money, time and effort for material stuff like cars, outfits and the like. The question then is: do you think you've invested something sustainable? Or something that you can enjoy for the rest of your life? Perhaps. But then again, not. To enjoy all those investments is to remain healthy. As basic as it is. I know it's hard as it's tiring. But just be patient. And yes, patience is a virtue. Soon, it'll directly come back for your own benefit. Do not just invest in mind or material things or beauty... INVEST ON HEALTH. I must say, that's the wises investment we could really have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2464322156616932660?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2464322156616932660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2464322156616932660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2464322156616932660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2464322156616932660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-25-healthy-investment.html' title='Rant # 25: Healthy Investment'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOKnUT_GQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9DA4Ou6HlOM/s72-c/fitness03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1054770164501080610</id><published>2008-09-30T04:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:40:10.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 24: A Not-So-Ideal Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOFE8DLKoZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NNHB5kpqh14/s1600-h/chinits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOFE8DLKoZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NNHB5kpqh14/s320/chinits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251554438925689234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the person that I honestly fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an ideal guy for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Chinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. White skinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Doesn't smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Drinks occassionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Doesn't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Romantic/Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Kinda serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I'm attached and ahmm... ok... should I say, In love (?) with someone who's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Almond eyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Smoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Drinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. He hates this but I always tell him this - LIER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Cold or should I say, coldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Easy going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Definitely NOT CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. IMPERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the thing is, I'm falling in love for that NOT-S0-IDEAL-PERSON. I get so attracted to him even though he's not at all attractive. Ahm... I don't know but being with him definitely makes my day complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And though the NOT-SO-IDEAL-PERSON that I'm talking about is not anymore my BF (hmmm) but just being with him talking about nonsense stuff indeed makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kilig. Yes. I regret conceding to the idea of giving off our relationship before. I should've understood him. But it doesn't matter though, I can still hug him and sleep and walk and dine with him even if we do not anymore call ourselves lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do we always fall for someone who's not our ideal? Does it always have to be like that? Or it's just that, LOVE JUST MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS? Hmmmm... (grin)&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/5973352766937011725-1054770164501080610?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1054770164501080610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1054770164501080610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1054770164501080610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1054770164501080610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-so-ideal-person.html' title='Rant # 24: A Not-So-Ideal Person'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SOFE8DLKoZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NNHB5kpqh14/s72-c/chinits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4037230645867960480</id><published>2008-09-26T03:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:02:25.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Myself'/><title type='text'>What People Say About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNv7FWCpKDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzu-0pG2iEs/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNv7FWCpKDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzu-0pG2iEs/s320/DSC02678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250065859865028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's good to listen to people talk about who you are. Through that, we get to know ourselves better as we realize the characteristics that we failed to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Below are the comments of my friends about me. I got them through friendster.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They're not edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----*000*-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A MISSED FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 6/17/2008, 10:17 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kittie pryde!!! thank u sa mga gud am msgs. nimu everyday. I love you kit! and I miss you. Sorry if I wasn't able to be there sa Mcdo the day before u left for Manila...aside from the heave rain that night, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just could not afford to face the truth that u are leaving...(sentimental that I am) take care and hasta see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aicha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 4/7/2008, 8:53 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG... Kabalo ka Kit,nibalik ko sa school no kuha ko blue knights id tapos niagi ko ug samahan... Nagaexpect jud ko makit-an tika didto sa sulod, na werla sa thesis/project/assignment... hahah grabe na ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Normelita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 8/30/2007, 10:12 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si kit?i miss this person...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;he's the one of my close friends ever&lt;/span&gt;...take care always...God bless u always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;THE ACADEMIC PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SN1puT1vObI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jjhxLz5TMck/s1600-h/798023190l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SN1puT1vObI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jjhxLz5TMck/s320/798023190l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250468984904432050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eeji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/17/2007, 9:40 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;congrats miss-ter cum laude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/14/2007, 1:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CERTIFIED FULLY PAID sa ELOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/26/2007, 9:35 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kw njud na kit...cumlaude,grabehhhhhhh.....u mde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it!hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 03/20/2007, 3:05 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;elow kittie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;congratz te...natinood jud na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;cum laude ka...hehe...division awardee pa jud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, God Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/19/2007, 6:14 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;congrats cumlaude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rocel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/6/2007, 1:56 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mztah naman ang small but terribLe nga taga ateneo ui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay grabe long time no seeee na jd ui....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mizhu_mizhu na jd dadadadada.. luv yah...mwuahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hai humot na jd au ang Tuga...dadadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE HAPPY FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNwK_R0foqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k1i95YZ6gUE/s1600-h/542241657l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNwK_R0foqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k1i95YZ6gUE/s320/542241657l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250083347838771874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;: 12/31/2006, 5:28 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oi kitloma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haffiez new yer!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;la lng.testi lng.haha. happy ka???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hehe... hmm. happy bya q na fren tika.. btaw! tinuod...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm.. frens japon ta ha, khit mggradu8 na ta.. (hala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mggradw8 na ta!!yey!!!!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cg oi. tiwason sa nq take home exm nako sa PR.hehe.vavu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 12/21/2006, 6:46 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yow!! shock ako sa primary photo mo madam!! nakakapanindig balahibo.. diyos ko.. maawa ka sa mga taong tumitingin sa account mo.. hahaha!! char lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si madam is my boyfriend/girlfriend.. hehehe.. in this very chaotic society, he's one of those who makes it more chaotic.. hahaha!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;my companion wen no1s der 2 b with me&lt;/span&gt;... touch ako.. hehehe.. luv u madam (di lang halata) hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ui!! ang regalo ko mukhang abutin ata ng 2007 ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE DEBATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SN0QNi0pnvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WknA9Li01ps/s1600-h/P1020890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SN0QNi0pnvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WknA9Li01ps/s320/P1020890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370565455847154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 11/20/2006, 8:57 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been talking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot with Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was so much I wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Him how great and caring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how I treasure you more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to describe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How just having you there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can make things more special and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Him how thoughtful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I thanked Him for making me one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Him how I keep learning from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How your faith is inspiring to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I'd asked Him if He'd let you know how I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said you should hear it from me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I couldn't imagine MPDC without you. Luvya biatch! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 11/15/2006, 10:49 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord Kit the Terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aye. Aye! Lord Kit is one in a hundred million. Smart, witty, honest, and BEAUTIFUL! Inside out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If every person is a glass of smoothie, Kit would be one of the most flavorful. Oozing with talent, goodness, and looove.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a great honor to cross roads with him. But it is MORE remarkable to know him and experience the "Lord Kit experience first-hand. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ADC&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/21/2006, 12:42 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's already one of the Best Adjudicators Mindanao ever had, and he's proving he's better in other fields as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Truly a cunning debater slowly unfolding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Benedic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/13/2006, 7:35 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah Kit, my child. Although i am in unconditional protest against your indefinitely disgusting sexual escapades, one which shall rival that of a syphyllis-ridden, deranged, goat herder, I treasure you so. You are a loyal friend. You disgust me and this is why you are so precious to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arnold Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 10/3/2005, 10:28 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether addressed as Lemuel, Kit, Lord Kit or simply Kitology. We understand that kit is a lethargic person, the kind where in youd want to go to mercury and buy him a bottle of incremin.hehe but no, beyond that seemingly weak and fragile faade kit is one of the most energetic cheerers I know (able to dance with any tune ). An avid fan of chatting and eyeballing! Able to dedicate a lot of time to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A royalty in the realm of Mindanao debating, known as Lord Kit the terrible he made the t-rex type of debating a popular hand gesture. A fabulous adjudicator! Currently the best in Mindanao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cress constant companion! A good, liberated, and confident person. An interesting friend and person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 9/30/2005, 2:19 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My very nice, cute and intelligent friend!! The best debater in ateneo de davao university... heheheh... o diba bongga!! A very loyal friend and thoughtfull.... we've been sending letters pa before in high school and been very good friends since then. We only met in one Domnet gathering and with God's grace, he had given me the best gift of friendship... I love you kit! i wish you to succeed in your career.. i kow how hard working you are and dedicated to education.. i'll always be here if you need help or just to fool around and find keks... hehehe... stay slim and pretty like me.. mmmwwwaahhh... God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A SWEET RELATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 5/18/2005, 6:47 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i nvr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thngs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; tnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; 4 gvng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; d best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; :kuya: ( o ate?) hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cud evr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ask 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; 1 last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PAGPUYO intawon...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christine Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 8/8/2004, 8:42 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If ask ko hu my fave cousin is? don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess it becoz its obvious. this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talented, intillegent and down to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guy here would really make my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;complete. we were close since we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kids though he's younger than me but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can talk to him about anything about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life, politics, general knowledge and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of course amo fave topic our lovelife:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seldom na kaau mi magkta but we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;update each other sa mga current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa amo lives as much as possible. we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;share the same interest. but what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really admire about him is his being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;opinionated "just like me" we tell each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;other on how we see things and what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel about it. but we never quarrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because we respect each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;differences. you can not persuade him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to do things if he doesn't feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about it, that's y I'm really proud of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;him. we have a very memorable and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;childhood together with the rest of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;family that I wouldn't trade-in for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anything else in this whole-wide-world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ETC ETC ETC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 7/14/2006, 9:05 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do I describe this guy?...actually he's alyways in vogue.There is never a dull moment with this prince,each moment is worth treasuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Behind his enchantingly magnifecent looks radiates an amiable heart and exudes genuine humility that never fails people to admire him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep up the ggod works lemuel-ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 5/1/2006, 8:43 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lemuel Kit Loma --- the star in Ice Age who had been chasing forever his acorn... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kit is actually one of the students in MC3 -er 4 whom u can really rely on, Kit prospers in almost everything he does. although sometimes ,mutukar ang (according to Maam Daf) ang iyang pagkabalahura... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kit is simpy someone you can run into and then punch and push and kick - the way Ms. Cres Tan harasses him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kudos to everyone's KITTY! i love you, kit. so glad to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/12/2005 3.58 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mao na ang saying na mosulod sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;akong utok everytime I see this guy. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gives everyone around him hope and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is truly a wonderful person, very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;passionate in everything he does. He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the type of person who is willing to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the extra mile just to enlighten a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a state of despair. Selfless and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;giving, he would willingly give his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything for a love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He may be at times, a little annoying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but he could still bring a smile into your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lips,eventhough your burning with rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because of his personality. He could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;handle any criticism that comes his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whether it may be good or bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;intelligent or down right stupid, he would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still deal with these remarks in his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unique little way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of those who know him may think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am exaggerating or even lying, but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;truth is, the things I wrote may be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;near best description of Kit. Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would disagree, some might even say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I am talking o person that does not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 10/3/2004, 10:28 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ikaw na jud na dear!!! this person is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of the best friends i have... a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thoughtfull and loyal person. I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;forget how often we write each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;letters before in high school... =) He has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the looks, skills, brians and heart... Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really special dear! I love you kit! hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to see you soon... God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Charmaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 9/16/2004, 11:24 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am-Vis-yO-sAh &gt;jOke&lt;&gt;&gt; may h!dDen dEsYr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa akng hunny. pero soweee hnggng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tngin knlng.. hehehe. d nman me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;selosa.. u know?? soOo owkizt lng kng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mgpacute k sa knya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eniwEiz piPoL!! 2ng c kit.. gnda lalakeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sna kya lng doe noh wat hapEn 2 hIm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peWo lingaw ni cYa lay livog..cge lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pangita sa akong vana tpos cge lng mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chika2 bout sa iYang wOnderfoOoL lyF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;bOnGga!!&lt;&gt;bOut??!&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bsta pPoL tRy 2 bfWen wit kitty kit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;niCe tLga tOng taOng tOh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cgE oi tiL hIr nLng mUna kY magdAte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pami sa imOng cRush na ASAWA nko!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sTay sWeEt, pReTty aNd sExy owKay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c!ao.. c yah!!! =oP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;padaYon sA pAg-uSwaG kiTty kIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ivyjoce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 8/26/2004, 1:53 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello Kit!thnx sa testi..1st,gs2 ko mg-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry sau sa lahat2..alam mo na kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ano 2koy ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LEMUEL KIT..hmmm,alam nyo ba na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crush ko yan xa nung 1st yr hyhskul pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kami..as in!!ewan ko ba kung bkit d nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me nligawan,hehehe..btaw,we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;relatives kc..ska,frnds lng tlaga kmi..(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;intelligent,nice,friendly,responsible and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cute yang c KIT kya ko nga xa crush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hehehe..MISS NA KTA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 4/12/2004, 4:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Kit and I have been friends for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;year now but it seems like I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;him for a decade already. She's very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;honest and open concerning his life to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me kasi. Kit is a bitch just like Jed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I. But among us, she's the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;superb and superior. She has unbeatable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talents and skills when it comes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEKYA-HEKYA. Until now, she holds the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;records of THE BITCHEST OF THE BITCHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laban ka?Kidding aside, Kit is very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;artistic and intelligent. She is also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;very competitive and this is what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like most about him. For the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;information of all, Kit is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prime Minister of the First Year and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humanities Division. She was there when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we debated for the Ignatian Debate-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quarter Finals. Talagang the three of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;us (including Clariz) were terrific! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like Kit a lot kasi she is true to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;herself. And most of all, I like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kasi she is HORNY all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe... - Paul (karen_mykee@yahoo.com /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;09187155719)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asiaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 3/22/2004, 12:33 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;C kit? mahilig yan sa mga keki, ung mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;payat.Kit is very makakalimutin,olways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nga nyang nalilimutan ang mga gamit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nya,gaya ng celfon,payong at kung anu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ano pa............18f mawab, c kit yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at mahilig makipag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EB.....heheheh.......Pero nakakabilib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;din yan c kit pagdating sa academic ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usapan....Matalino yan kaya idol ko yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lalo na pagdating sa math!!!!Kit as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fren: mabait yan sa mga friends nya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she/he is a good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fren....................Luv u kitty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mamimiss kita.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lavenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 2/22/2004, 2:52. pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c kit....... oh my gosh!!!!! chilhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friend ko yan!proud nga me sa kanya___!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kaya lang minsan makakalimutin__!but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;matalino yan_!since kinder until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;highschool honor yan__! but ngaun alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ko matataas pa rin mga grades nyan__!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and u knw wat friendly yan xa_!az n__!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kaya nga mrmi yan siyang friend__!and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm so lucky na friend ko xa!!!!!kc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mabait__!humble___!understanding___!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tpos ang tangos p ng ilong niya____!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sobra__!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jaijai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 2/16/2004, 3:35 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay kit...sobra nya akong pinahanga sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;determination nya sa studies.Though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;medyo may mga ginagawa syang hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maganda di pa rin naman nagbago ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tingin ko sa kanya bilang frend.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;understand naman e kung bakit sya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minsan ganyan...at least kahit papaano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kaya pa rin nyang ibalance ang mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;priorities nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero yang c kit,sya yung tipo na hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kaagad-agad nagigive-up kaya nga bilib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ako dyan.Mabait?sobra...napaka-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;understanding na tao at napakasweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DI BA KIT?...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorie Jhell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 2/14/2004, 4:28 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kit? SIYA NA JUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hated this creature before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pa-virgin effect kasi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero he's nice pala. He is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oppinionated but sumtimes he's so non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sense.heeehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kahlil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 1/17/2004, 8:07 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;INTRODUCING!!!! (drum roll)... GAYBITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of section 1T1, 2003!!!! (no applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;please)... sobra na itech... si Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gwapa (daw)... cute (daw)... itsuraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(daw)... tanga (gyud!! mao lagi ba, ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cellphone ibutang lang sa bulsa para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dili mawala...thanks to Paul for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teaching this dumdum a lesson..) kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perfectionism ang pag-uusapan, si kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang takbuhan! gusto nya lahat goes her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;way!... his way!.... watever.. way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;galit yan si kit sa akin kasi palagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kong kinakaaway kahit joke lang nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayan o, galit na yan.. madali lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magalit! pero ok lang kasi pumapayag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naman din utangan... (dito kayo kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nakakalimutan nya!! wahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;charmus...) dats it na munah... next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;testi nanamans... gudnyt pipol! amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 1/16/2004, 6:25 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kit, the GAY BITCH (jejeje)...a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;expressive person...yan yung nagsend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng message sa attendance sheet namin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa bio lec telling a guy that he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(she?) likes him.....Matalino yan, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to mention, SK chairman po xa sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;province nla (ComVal)...responsible xa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(minsan?....joke!).....basta, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;consider myself lucky to have him as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friend.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 1/15/2004, 7:13 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lemuel Kit Loma (pron. as Lowma!) yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like dat! hay naku.. si Kit yan yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friend ko na nanghiram ng black pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and belt ko na gagamitin daw nya para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa debate nila last sem.. na hanggang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngayon nakakalimutan nyang dalin. kahit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyday ko na syang iremind eh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalimutan pa rin nya.. ni way lam ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sya ang best policy pag dating sa mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beadle-lan.. la lang.. bait yan si kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pag tulog.. -jokes!- testi ko ha!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FIRST FRIENDSTER COMMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aicha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12/18/2003, 11:19 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kitty is the most timid person in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;realm of friends, siya yung tipong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naga-hide ng feelings nya pag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nasasaktan siya. Hindi siya warfreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kagaya ko at hindi malaki ang ulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kahit na magaling siya sa kanyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;field. Sweet at malambing si Kit, pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aawayin niya yung gustong manakit sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kanyang mga kaibigan. Helpful rin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chaka, ano, pwede mong mauutangan ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 pesos pang lunch^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-4037230645867960480?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4037230645867960480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4037230645867960480' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4037230645867960480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4037230645867960480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-people-say-about-me.html' title='What People Say About Me'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNv7FWCpKDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzu-0pG2iEs/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-999924624591462617</id><published>2008-09-25T05:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:11:07.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>When You Were There</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lzSSk07fQ6/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lzSSk07fQ6/aus=false/" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/uQBJM/music/JfZQgY_U/regine_velasquez_you_were_there/"&gt;You Were There - Regine Velasquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Very great song indeed. I dedicate this song to all hopeless romantic fellows in the world. I dedicate this to those who are happy in love, broken hearted, unloved, abandoned and hopefuls - those who always believe in love no matter how cruel it has become to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-999924624591462617?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/999924624591462617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=999924624591462617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/999924624591462617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/999924624591462617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-were-there.html' title='When You Were There'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7625747111457508638</id><published>2008-09-24T04:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:21:01.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 23: This Is Just Another Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got this text message... "We may love the wrong person and cry for the wrong reason. But no matter how things go wrong, one thing is for sure: Mistakes… help us find the right people that are meant for us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indeed… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter what we're gonna do, if a relationship is not really meant for us, in the end, we'll be able to realize that and will eventually end it up. But then again, as what they said, the ending of that particular relationship will help us find the right one in the long run. Plus, they're gonna make us better as persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when our relationships seem not working anymore. Siguro, one of the partners are not doing their part na to make their relationship still working. In that case, if you think you’ve done your part and if you think you're not even getting some responses for it then… its time for you to give it up. Useless lang din. Kung ayaw, ayaw. after all, you partner's not your loss. Maraming iba pa diyan, right? Pero diba, love is patient and kind? i don’t know. kasi iba-iba tayo ng pananaw. If you think love is two to tango which is definitely true then… you must give it up. pero if you believe that love is patient and kind which is also true din and if you still have the highest hope in the world that your relationship will work out sooner or later then… hold on to it. If the relationship still keeps you sane then go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me lang talaga ha… di dapat tayo mag give-up. Yong mga trials na yan actually make a relationship exciting. Alam naman siguro nating lahat yan. Tama ba? Wala lang. Just wanna remind you of that sweet thought behind those bitter things. Ika nga, para silang spices ng life na nagpapasarap. Napaka-unrealistic naman siguro ng isang relationship na wala talagang quarrels or what. Lahat siguro no matter how intimate a relationship is… may mga problems din. Again, ‘yon nga ang nagpapasarap sa isang relationship. Haven’t you realized, the more na saktan tayo ng minamahal natin, the more naman natin silang nilolove?  What I mean is emotional na sinasaktan ha. Not physical. Diba? Think of this. When we were still little kids, may mga times na iiwan tayo ng parents natin, and of course, nasasaktan tayo do’n kasi nga iiwanan tayo and to note, bata pa tayo. Pero, mas hinahanap at minamahal natin sila at sa pagdating nila, we tend to hug them so tight. Diba? Same rin sa nararamdaman natin sa mga karelasyon natin from the opposite or even sa same sex. The more na sinasaktan tayo, the more tayong maiinlove, na in the end, we tend to ask: Why? The fact na sinasaktan tayo. Well, that could justify it all. Again nga, spices nga ‘yang mga hurt feelings hurt feelings na yan. That will measure as to how far your relationship can go with the person you're with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero may hangganan din… That is when we realize na tama na. Hindi talaga sila para sa atin and other realizations…Pero kasi trials din yan kung macoconsider. So if possible, we have to fight for it and weigh things over before deciding to end it for good. We have to think about how much we’ve spent for the relationship as opposed to that single and unreasonable doubt if we still love our partner or not for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uli’t uli… nandyan talaga ‘yong nasasaktan ka at makasakit ka… so the best thing to do is… talk about it with your partner - the reasons why kayo nag aaway and what ever. Usual lang siguro siya na advise pero alam mo… that’s the simplest thing na always nating nakakalimutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So… always tayong masasaktan. But we have to fight. We should not give up. It’s like a caterpillar in a cocoon, suffering intense heat and pains just to metamorphosize into a very beautiful butterfly. This is exactly the same thing with love. It needs painful things that will later on serve as foundations of a very strong and beautiful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't believe I wrote about this when I was still 17? Hehehe... Hopeless romantic talaga ako. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5973352766937011725-7625747111457508638?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7625747111457508638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7625747111457508638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7625747111457508638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7625747111457508638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-23-another-rant-about-love.html' title='Rant # 23: This Is Just Another Rant'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7901882354866319614</id><published>2008-09-23T05:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:47:23.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Collection of Stories'/><title type='text'>Eulogy: MEMORY BOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister woke me up as early as 5 am asking me if I could write her a Eulogy. As if she died and I was a friend who delivered a eulogy for her. I was so pissed off being disturbed at the peak of my very good sleep. I thought it's for her English subject. As a loving brother, I just replied OKI DOKI. Later on, I discovered it's such a hard work for me. (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I had a writer's bug so that it was so difficult for me to come up with an introduction for the eulogy. Aside from that, it scared me to write about it as I'm always scared thinking about a death of someone. But I was able to write something that sounded like a eulogy though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgM2wZPRKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OguD78kcGQI/s1600-h/MemoryBox_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgM2wZPRKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OguD78kcGQI/s320/MemoryBox_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248959500543542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Too bad, I’m telling her all these when she’s not anymore able to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I’m to give a title to my life with Malone, it’ll be MEMORY BOX. Just like the box, some things I shared with her when she’s still alive will always be cherished, treasured, kept and foremost lived with. My almost 20 years of life wouldn’t be the same without her. We had our share of fights, laughter, and even tears. And right now, I’m missing her so much. But what keeps me going on without her is the fact that like a MEMORY BOX, I can still have her with me in my life even with her absence. That is by just looking back to the things that we shared and thinking of the things both bad and good that she’s able to share with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn’t be the person that I am right now if not because of her. I was supposed to give up doing well in school and in life in general for financial and emotional reasons when she came and showed to me that problems indeed are not reasons for us to give up but challenges to improve ourselves. And our deficiencies are not excuses for us to back out but inspirations to move forward. I knew that she just got that from a text message forwarded to her by another friend, but she was there reminding me all those things. She didn’t only do it via her words, but she showed it to me as well. She showed to me how to be strong and how to fight life’s greatest challenges. And for showing me that, I became the same person - someone who’s better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I became a person who’s strong enough to stand up amidst all obstacles that I encountered. I became better in the sense that I now know how to weigh things over and in the long run come up with good decisions. Though the decisions I made are not all the times good, but I am able to cope with them by my flexibility and optimism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I said, I wasn’t that kind of person before. I was weak, brittle, indecisive and pessimistic. I always got easily hurt, frustrated and hopeless. Not until I saw Malone fought for her trials in life. She’s always been optimistic. She was supposed to destroy her life when her family broke up. Just like other kids from a broken family, she could easily give up schooling, be alcoholic and worst, be dependent to drugs. But, no! She didn’t do that. Instead, she stood up, went on with life with a chin up and said, ‘I could make it!’ She made to enjoy her life and live as if she didn’t have problems of her own. Now, she even dies smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Life’s to short to be wasted,’ she’s always telling me that once she saw me down with a frown on my face. She’s right. And she had her way of living life to the fullest. At first, I thought it was so silly. She was always inviting me to an event for a cause. She gave food, parties, clothes, comfort and other stuff to those abandoned children, elders, disabled and people who she thought need them the most. I was thinking, those people are not really her responsibility. I mean, they were not even related to her. I always wondered why instead of spending her time becoming a rich child of a broken family, she exhausted all her energies showing love to those what we call unloved. Later on, I just knew, life’s more than the money, school grades and recognitions and achievements that we get. It’s more of how you live life with the people around you. That is the essence of life. I don’t know if she’s able to read the book Tuesdays with Morrie, but it reminds me of what Morrie said. It goes, “The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She’s a happy helper I could say. Never did she count all the things that she had done for someone. Never did she think of helping just so that she could get something in return. I was always a witness to all these. I was there with her when she received all the world’s criticisms when all she did was just help the one who deserved all those meanness. She didn’t even fight back. She didn’t even say a word. But instead, she just went on again and continued what she’d believed the right thing to do. And she’s doing all the help wholeheartedly with a smile and without inhibitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She might have imperfections. It’s normal as we are just human beings. But in her almost 20 years of living life, what she showed were examples that all of us should follow. This would make life much easier and worth living. I want to continue her causes of making life a wonderful place to live with amidst all the problems that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, I just would like to say how much I appreciate her coming to my life. I thank her for becoming the best friend not only to me but to everyone as well. She touched my and our lives with the things that she did for us. And I can never forget her for that. I want to shout straight at her face, with all my energies how great she is and how I thank her so much and love her. If I was able to show to her and let her feel that I love her back, I’m not sure of this. But one thing I know of and I told you this right at the start of this speech that, LIFE WOULDN’T BE THE SAME WITHOUT HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish she’s here as I’m telling her how much I and all of us love and thank her for becoming a part of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad though but the least that we could is, TREASURE THOSE MEMORIES WITH HER AND THE LESSONS THAT SHE IMPARTED TO US LIKE A MEMORY BOX. It’s kept, cherished and always looked back and live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you.&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/5973352766937011725-7901882354866319614?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7901882354866319614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7901882354866319614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7901882354866319614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7901882354866319614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/eulogy-memory-box.html' title='Eulogy: MEMORY BOX'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgM2wZPRKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OguD78kcGQI/s72-c/MemoryBox_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8064053689590708723</id><published>2008-09-23T01:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:00:42.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic Chapters'/><title type='text'>Times That I Became So Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgB3KpGnrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XqdCO-qTQkM/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgB3KpGnrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XqdCO-qTQkM/s320/jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248947412961500850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHAPTER 3: REMEMBERING THE SWEET GENTLE JASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jason was a classmate in my minor subjects in college. He was an AB- English student. He was a seatmate in many of our college subjects. At first, I just saw him walking around the campus. He had been a crush then but never did I think about an opportunity of having him as a friend. It's not until he became a classmate, happily, come second year. I felt his sweetness. He was so gentle. He shared to me some of his day's thoughts and all that. Not only he was sweet. He was SOOO charming as well. One day, I told him how my feeling for him developed into something I can't explain. I told him that I think I loved him. But he turned me down saying 'I'm straight and there's no way that we can be together'. The last thing I knew, he just had a girlfriend. I was so down that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not anymore attend to my classes, I did not study, I even wore all black on wednesdays. Such that, I failed in some of my subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was so grateful to Jason. Unlike many guys, he took some time to listen to me. We talked couple of times at the chapel just to clarify things between us. He did that just to comfort me and make me feel still valued. That helped me a lot to move on. I appreciate him for the effort. Through that, he let me feel my worth. That is something that only a real gentleman could do.&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/5973352766937011725-8064053689590708723?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8064053689590708723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8064053689590708723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8064053689590708723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8064053689590708723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-that-i-become-so-pathetic_23.html' title='Times That I Became So Pathetic'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNgB3KpGnrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XqdCO-qTQkM/s72-c/jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7274384015870994997</id><published>2008-09-20T06:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:00:00.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic Chapters'/><title type='text'>Times That I Became So Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNQpFgE5mVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nizjkUU6XdA/s1600-h/13395397133802l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNQpFgE5mVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nizjkUU6XdA/s320/13395397133802l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247864640280041810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHAPTER 2: FRESHMAN COLLEGE CRAZINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the pathetic things that I did during college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Byron&lt;/span&gt; (a friend's friend - accountancy major) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I did his Social Science's assignment&lt;/span&gt;. The memory's still fresh. He approached me somewhere in Addu's Thibault Building, 3.40 pm, Activity period, wednesday. He was so cute with his red shirt and pants. He became even whiter on that shade. After that, he forgot about me. End of our relationship. As if, I didn't exist at all. No me. Nuh-uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fritz&lt;/span&gt; (engineering turned nursing major: English 13 classmate and seatmate) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I did some of his assignments as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt; (Psych Major: Biology classmate and searmate as well) - I was supposed to give him his favorite band's copy of an album, Parokya ni Edgar: gulong itlog gulong. During our boring biology classes, we chat through my notebook about his crushes, our feelings of the day, etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;He copied some of my answers during exams and quizes&lt;/span&gt; and text me for out class skeds, requirements and activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt; (Masscom classmate: Section T1) - the ever easy going, happy go lucky person. He's so thin and brown. He always brings with him an umbrella for protection against sunburn and rain. See, he's so brown to be burned. I made my Filipino baby thesis with him. We did the project at his house in Malvar. What was good was, I slept on his bed and he was really so caring. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I kept on writing his name on my notebook and cannot even sleep thinking of him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;etc etc... (sigh)&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/5973352766937011725-7274384015870994997?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7274384015870994997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7274384015870994997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7274384015870994997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7274384015870994997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-that-i-become-so-pathetic_20.html' title='Times That I Became So Pathetic'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNQpFgE5mVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nizjkUU6XdA/s72-c/13395397133802l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7530812266957826210</id><published>2008-09-19T06:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:59:43.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic Chapters'/><title type='text'>Times That I Became So Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNLWzxdjYbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WIQEBucQRzE/s1600-h/91822027_2149566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNLWzxdjYbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WIQEBucQRzE/s320/91822027_2149566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492700779012530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHAPTER 1: WITH A TEXTMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E NAMED RAFFY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was 16 years old then. I just happened to meet a lad named Raffy through a friend. The cellsite in our municipality was just set up that time. I just had my first Nokia phone (3310) in my life. I actually didn't have friends from a competitor public highschool. A former elementary classmate just happened to enroll himself in that school and I happened to have his cellphone number. I asked if I can have a textmate from their school and for some reason, he gave Raffy's number. That was how I knew him. We texted, talked over the phone, shared opinions about anything even frustrations, fears, sadness and happiness. I, in the process, gave in and easily fell in love with him. It was something I felt for the first time in my life. I was so overwhelmed with how it felt that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;EVEN GAVE HIM LIKE PHONE CREDITS JUST TO PLEASE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I told him after months and months of friendship that I love him more than that. Unfortunately, he's straight and he had a girlfriend. There's no way that he can give my love back to me. Sad. So sad. I was the saddest person in the world that time. But I was able to move on though after like a year I think.&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/5973352766937011725-7530812266957826210?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7530812266957826210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7530812266957826210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7530812266957826210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7530812266957826210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-that-i-become-so-pathetic.html' title='Times That I Became So Pathetic'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNLWzxdjYbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WIQEBucQRzE/s72-c/91822027_2149566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4241952982613519634</id><published>2008-09-18T03:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:30:29.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Now I know Why I Love This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNFfSbCl_8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QKXEt4a458U/s1600-h/jesse-mccartney-shirtless-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNFfSbCl_8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QKXEt4a458U/s320/jesse-mccartney-shirtless-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247079810964258754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BLEEDING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time starts to pass, before you know it you're frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But something happened for the very first time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart melted to the ground, found something true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone's looking 'round, thinking I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in this world of loneliness, I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though they find it hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, you cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, you cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, you cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was Jesse McCartney who wrote that. I didn't realize he's that so talented. Now I know why I love that song. Not only because it's really cool but it's Jesse who wrote that song.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I SOOO LOVE JESSE MCCARTNEY! &lt;/span&gt;I wish I'm able to watch him live performing. He's the guy I've been looking for! He's cute, talented, cool! Somebody from Jesse's production should read this and grant my wish. I don't know what to do! I can't help but shout &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JESSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-4241952982613519634?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4241952982613519634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4241952982613519634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4241952982613519634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4241952982613519634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-i-know-why-i-love-this-song.html' title='Now I know Why I Love This Song'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SNFfSbCl_8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QKXEt4a458U/s72-c/jesse-mccartney-shirtless-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2116766975415543723</id><published>2008-09-16T03:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:25:24.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 22: I'm A SOBBER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I drink. Alcohol. When I'm alone, I drink. When I'm sad, depressed, frustrated and broken hearted, I drink. I drink a lot. A lot that I could get numb and dizzy to forget about everything and just do whatever I think I should do. When I'm drunk, I can say everything. I can let my feelings go without inhibitions. I can slap the person I'm angry to. I can punch someone in behalf of the one I hate most. I can do just everything. Everything. That's why I drink. I drink a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next thing I know, it's already morning. 10.00 am. The sun has risen so high. The temperature's kinda hot. There's a lot of noise from the neighborhood. The dogs are barking. The vehicles are beeping and buzzing. I wake up with my head, back, hands and feet aching. My eyes are half-closed as it gets irritated with the bright sunlight. I don't want to fully open them. It hurts. But I have to. And as I open it, there back the feeling that I hate to feel. I still feel the pain, the sadness. I can just smile and pretend that I'm ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not. I'm not in any way OK. I'm hurt. I'm not supposed to feel this way. But I hate them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hate those who tell you they love you but the truth is they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I hate those who slap you with the fact that you're left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Those who know you love them but blatanlty showing you they are loving somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They play around with that somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They talk sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They cuddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They smile with each other romantically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They're always together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you're there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want to be the one who... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plays around with that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talks with him anything and in the long run, get to know him better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuddles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smiles romantically with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and just be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't. There's no way that you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad. So sad. So I'll just get a bucket of Gran Matador. I know there's still someone better in store to do all those things to me. Someone better. But right now? I feel so hurt emotionally. It hurts that I have to drink again, be wasted and forget about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Written while listening to Simple Plan's UNTITLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with Mitch Albom's One more day book beside and a lot of Nescafe cups on my table.&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/5973352766937011725-2116766975415543723?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2116766975415543723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2116766975415543723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2116766975415543723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2116766975415543723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-drink.html' title='Rant # 22: I&apos;m A SOBBER!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4623828369500310333</id><published>2008-09-15T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:17:14.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Alfie's Farewell Text Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is cruel because good friends are aplenty, encircling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My great stay in Manila behooves me to see the wonderful side of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for journeying with me in Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as I continue my journey to where ever life will take me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fond memories we shared together will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laughed about - cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Velia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Delia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pansit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vhong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and everyone I forgot to mention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK YOU AND 'TIL NEXT TIME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;-0O0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Kuya Alfie's text message before he went to Cebu. He's the Corporate Events Specialist of Bayantrade who's now assigned in Cebu. He's a boardmate and a friend for four months. He was there the first time I freak out due to alcohol. I will miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-4623828369500310333?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4623828369500310333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4623828369500310333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4623828369500310333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4623828369500310333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/alfies-farewell-text-message.html' title='Alfie&apos;s Farewell Text Message'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6034884506884964651</id><published>2008-09-13T06:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:05:14.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 21: Five (5) Boyfriends You Shouldn't Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK. Let me rant again about love and relationship. I've just come to realize this while looking at the pictures of an x through Friendster. The truth is, I never have a successful relationship. I have a lot of x's. The longest relationship I have lasted for just two (2) months. All the rest, just a week. Hahaha... So for 4 years of flirting, you couldn't just imagine how many x's I already have. Perhaps because, I haven't bumped yet with the right one? That's a one big possibility. I have actually asked God about this, WHY DO I ALWAYS FALL FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS A LOT OF ISSUES? That fact has made me think I am problematic myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the title be like that or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why You shouldn't have me as a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;? I am not sure. But i can write something about that in another blog. If I am credible enough to write about this, I'm not sure as well. All I know is, I'm so sick and tired of boyfriends with a lot of issues. I've enough of short term relationships. I want something stable, matured or  something that'll last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here are some of the list of boyfriends that you shouldn't have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highschool Curious&lt;/span&gt; - Ahm. Yeah. call it pedophile. But we have to admit, there are curious high school students out there craving for someone who they can be with in a relationship for the first time. By High School students I mean, gay/bi/unsure 14-16 year old males. You will just meet him somewhere like in malls. Eventually, you'll hang out oftentimes, talking about childish stuff like favorite television programs, computer games, school subjects and assignments, teacher and the like. They will get attached and will tell you how much you mean to them and if you can be boyfriends. Though they have the purest intention in the world, I think, these guys are not yet emotionally ready to possibilities. Possibilities that in a relationship, there are times that you will misunderstand each other and eventually fight and part ways. They will demand so much of your time. If you're not gonna go with them strolling in the mall, or if you're not gonna text them where you're at or ask them how they are, they're gonna scream you to death, cry and will tell you how much you disregard them and stuff like that. Sweet though but it's sooo tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Timer Asshole&lt;/span&gt; - They are those who will tell you how much they like you. They'll tell you that you are far better than the one he has and for that, he will leave the current in due time. Of course, because love is blind and because it cannot even think, you will believe. At the end of the day, you will see yourself being caught in an unsure situation. Days and days will pass and your two timer asshole boyfriend is still hooking up with the other one. Give them an ultimatum and they cannot beat it. They will tell you, he's not yet able to find a right time blah blah blah. Fuck him! Leave them and you'll be happier with someone much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Lier/Playing Dumbass&lt;/span&gt; - This reminds of the Rihanna's bitter song Take A Bow. It goes... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and the award for the best lies goes to you for making me believe that you would be faithful to me. Let me hear your speech" &lt;/span&gt;with the ooohh after that. Oh well! They suck! As in s.u.c.k... suck! Why do they have to lie if they can tell you the truth? That would make life a lot easier. They don't need to tell you and assure you how much they love you if they do not feel it to begin with. You can just look for another one. They might have their reasons but then again, they suck! And this is what i want to do to them: LIE BACK. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama King&lt;/span&gt; - They will narrate to you how much struggles they're getting in life, that they have to work hard just for their education, that they're from a broken family or that they were abused senti stories... senti stories... senti stories... At the end, they will leave for one reason: They have issues that they need to fix by themselves alone. They dont want to include their partners with their problems whatnots. He needs space, he needs to reflect about certain things and all. But to our surprise, we'll see him enjoying every moment FLIRTING WITH SOMEONE ELSE. What's sad is when that someone else is your friend who will tell you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You were not there when he needed you the most.'&lt;/span&gt; Duh! This person doesn't just use those stories as excuses but they do really have issues within them. Personality problem? They're the vaguest people in the world! Just don't try to understand them. You will never get an answer. You will end up becoming CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closet Gay&lt;/span&gt; - I understand that we're all gays. I mean, money aside, those who engage in the same sex relationships are gays/homos. Right? But there are those who are so discrete that they usually play the tough or male role in homosexual relationships. What's bad about having a boyfriend who cannot make up his mind is because he will crave to find someone tougher than him. If you're the soft one in your relationship with this type of boyfriend, then expect that you will be left behind. Sometimes, those closet gays or the one who plays the tough one or the one who you expect to play the male role in the relationship also wants to play the female role. So they will leave you for that reason. Hmmm... This explains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha... I can't believe I've with those kinds of people. Hahahaha... I am able to survive though. Thanks to my friends.&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/5973352766937011725-6034884506884964651?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6034884506884964651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6034884506884964651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6034884506884964651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6034884506884964651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-21-5-boyfriends-you-shouldnt-have.html' title='Rant # 21: Five (5) Boyfriends You Shouldn&apos;t Have'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1404357268952791820</id><published>2008-09-11T22:28:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:11:40.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Myself'/><title type='text'>Rant # 20: Why The Fats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbKr32suI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jzWRTXCf1a4/s1600-h/17346530616661l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbKr32suI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jzWRTXCf1a4/s320/17346530616661l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244893848927646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT DAVAO'S FIRST RESTAURANT (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not anymore sure of the restaurant's name. Taken in one of o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ur boring dinner moments. We just felt eating some noodles and one of our classmates told us that the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; had the best noodles in town so we went there, ordered and yeah... THEY DIDN'T ONLY HAVE THE BEST NOODLES IN TOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, THEY SERVED A LOT OF IT AS WELL. The truth was, we ordered a lot thinking we're just getting less per order. We were so surprised to see bowls and bowls of noodles that we ended up with a stomachache trying to eat all of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-0O0-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbPRkhwnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tKR22p12dMQ/s1600-h/1_759342385l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbPRkhwnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tKR22p12dMQ/s320/1_759342385l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244893927766606450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AT THE ATENEWS (EATING  KEBAB FROM KHASH PERSIAN KEBAB IN JACINTO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was an undecided snack with Paul. It was after our final exams. We were all so craving for food. I was eating two pieces of Beef Kebab with two cups of rice with a C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and Pik One as my beverage and dessert which are not included in the pic. We'd just eaten our lunch then at the foodcourt when after couple of hours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we suddenly felt so hungry that we couldn't resist it but decided to eat again. We just couldn't deprive ourselves of what we want especially with food because we deprived ourselves with that before when we still had a lot of academic things to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-0O0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbcrAelnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m2U3VBSwHVs/s1600-h/1_509248081l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbcrAelnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m2U3VBSwHVs/s320/1_509248081l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244894157933024882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;AT GREENWHICH VICTORIA PLAZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with Jeszyl and Rille that time. It was not lunch time nor dinner neither breakfast. We just felt going to Greenwhich and ate their meal package which cost us like 300. The meal was good for 5 persons I think and there were only three of us eating. We rested for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; while and Rille ate the spaghetti after we took a picture of it while it's still half full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-0O0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbuGZ8yRI/AAAAAAAAAII/D_l3NrKysrk/s1600-h/1_843765616l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbuGZ8yRI/AAAAAAAAAII/D_l3NrKysrk/s320/1_843765616l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244894457345394962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;AT THE DINING HALL IN DATCHAS RESORT, TAGAYTAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before we went back to Manila, we had our last meal at Datchas first. We ate hotdogs and eggs for that. I think it was Chrisell and Kisha who prepared for our meal that time. The food was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ready when I went down and see what was happening. There was a lot of noise in the place as we were talking about the drinking session we had the past night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-0O0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmcLUNHE4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L8yHZ0SjqUw/s1600-h/1_932525913l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmcLUNHE4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L8yHZ0SjqUw/s320/1_932525913l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244894959265846146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;AT TAGAYTAY'S PUBLIC MARKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was where I tasted the best Bulalo ever! I was able to eat like a lot of rice without worrying how much bigger my tummy could get for eating that much. There was one thing I definitely knew that time, the food was sooo delicious. Minus though some ladies and gentlemen who forced me to buy some of their delicacies which name I forgot. Yeah. Buko pie was one of those but there were still other delicacies which I like. I actually liked the food itself, it's just that I hated the idea of harassing someone just so that he/she would buy those food. It's really good to eat when you're with your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SUCH THAT... I BECOME SO LIKE THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmYrhSkP8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/2RpKb9m7psI/s1600-h/P1060821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmYrhSkP8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/2RpKb9m7psI/s320/P1060821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891114487693250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(but now I'm trying to control my food intake to regain my sexy and beautiful and seductive figure... lol!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-1404357268952791820?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1404357268952791820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1404357268952791820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1404357268952791820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1404357268952791820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-20-so-this-is-mere-reason.html' title='Rant # 20: Why The Fats...'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMmbKr32suI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jzWRTXCf1a4/s72-c/17346530616661l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1388204686733843432</id><published>2008-09-11T01:59:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:15:05.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 19: Only Hungry People Can Realize This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French        :    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Affamé&lt;br /&gt;Nihonggo    :    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;空腹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German      :    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hungrig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog      :    Gutom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;IN ENGLISH    -    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H    U   N   G   R   Y    !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a peso in my pocket. A sad reality for someone who's away from home, working real hard and yet don't have a money to spend for a food one wants to eat for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's sadder is when you see other people enjoying their meal at a fine dining restaurant which a single viand without a rice will cost you like 600 Pesos. You cannot but drop your jaw especially if you'll see them feeding their golden spoon to their smiling mouth and when you realize that what they're wearing is a cloth from Gucci, Van Heussen with some precious stones around their neck, fingers and even ankles. You might cry when you know that they're wearing a 15,000 Peso worth of outfit. That can be spent for your sibling's education for a semester. You'll really feel how poor you are and how unfair life can be. They are there enjoying and eating while you're sobbing and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMgLU4PSJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3tvKNmSWIU/s1600-h/hungry-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMgLU4PSJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3tvKNmSWIU/s320/hungry-kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244454219394721762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I DON'T HAVE MONEY AND I'M HUNGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that's life. It's never fair! A lot of people will say that it's designed that way, that it's what we call balance of nature blah blah blah... blah blah blah. Give me all the explanation you want about it. Still, IT'S UNFAIR and IT'S SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder how it feels to be super rich that you don't have to work so hard yet still full... So rich that you don't have to be away from home but still earning... that you just have to sit, watch tv, stroll but you can still eat a lot, laugh a lot, and have a lot of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps, they have a problem of their own as well. I don't really care. What I know is this, I DON'T HAVE MONEY AND I'M HUNGRY! So just understand if I'm ranting a lot. I'm just a HUNGRY WORKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;bp3.blogger.com/.../&lt;wbr&gt;S271/hungry-kid.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-1388204686733843432?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1388204686733843432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1388204686733843432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1388204686733843432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1388204686733843432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-19-only-hungry-people-can-realize.html' title='Rant # 19: Only Hungry People Can Realize This'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMgLU4PSJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/n3tvKNmSWIU/s72-c/hungry-kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8287779772892385750</id><published>2008-09-10T04:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:44:00.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Rant # 18: Pity Are Those Who Brag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always wonder why people have to brag something when life's so simple... YOU JUST HAVE TO LIVE IT AND BE CONTENTED. No doing something just to get appreciation whatnots. I mean, what's the point of doing that? If you're good, you are good. No question. If you're recognizable, then you will be recognized. If you're not, then let it be. It won't hurt you. It won't make you less of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh for the brags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or should I say, a laugh out loud for them. They are not just pathetic, they are foremost LOSERS! I should understand them. Yes. They have a lot of issues and hang ups in life. But I just can't help it! They're getting into my nerve. Should I care? I should not. But then again, they're irritating. The tamest person on Earth can attest to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I pity those people. Someone should tell them they're not becoming so nice anymore and rescue them in the long run. It's definitely not me. Someone whose skin is thicker than that of a Water Buffalo's skin or whose level of patience is like that of an Ant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I understand that we have human needs as well. Or should I call it EGO NEEDS. But, duh! We can satisfy that by just doing something we know is right and instantaneously be glorified, praised and appreciated for doing that. No need to shout to the whole world that 'HEY! This is what I've done and this is what I have!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any coping mechanism to people like them? Right now, what I'm doing is listen to them and laugh. I'm not giving them what they want! In that case, they'll be more pathetic... hahaha... *cutie laugh&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/5973352766937011725-8287779772892385750?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8287779772892385750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8287779772892385750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8287779772892385750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8287779772892385750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-18-pity-are-those-who-brag.html' title='Rant # 18: Pity Are Those Who Brag!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2985647548071546455</id><published>2008-09-09T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:39:18.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Values'/><title type='text'>Rant # 18: Blog of A Proud TITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMaUOmfad8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/kC6nTsEhX9E/s1600-h/mybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMaUOmfad8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/kC6nTsEhX9E/s320/mybaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244041794690906050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby Cedrick John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(First Nephew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August 14, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMfweuJ72FI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KdkvS0DC-zs/s1600-h/mybaby-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMfweuJ72FI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KdkvS0DC-zs/s320/mybaby-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244424701672675410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ I di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;t expect that I'll become a TITO this year. I got mad to my brother knowing he got his girl pregnant. See, life's so hard. But then again, it already happened and it's also good to realize that t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;here's another baby in the family (looking at the brighter side of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ If I'm gonna name him, it would be: JESSE (?) - Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inspired from Jesse McCartney's n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMfwrrRIbpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qsXv5Od0nb8/s1600-h/babytwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMfwrrRIbpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qsXv5Od0nb8/s320/babytwo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244424924235853458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope he'll become a good child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ Now Pingping can have someone to share with her Harry Potter s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tories and stuff. For sure anyway that Pingping will not turn him into someone like ME (yeah... you get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ I wonder how Mama feels knowing that she's gonna be a real Grandmother? Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2985647548071546455?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2985647548071546455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2985647548071546455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2985647548071546455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2985647548071546455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-18-now-im-real-tito.html' title='Rant # 18: Blog of A Proud TITO'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMaUOmfad8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/kC6nTsEhX9E/s72-c/mybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4142217264865557575</id><published>2008-09-09T01:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:05:22.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places and People'/><title type='text'>Rant # 17: Just  A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMVgWvt-bpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3_fohknQCkA/s1600-h/Picture+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMVgWvt-bpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3_fohknQCkA/s320/Picture+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243703285025500818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Hubag (College Classmate)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people hurt you over and over, think of them like a sandpaper... They may scratch you and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the picture with me are (from left to right) Alex, Betsy, Ja, Onnie, Clinton, Me, and Charisse. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; picture was taken at Enchanted Kingdom in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Before, I was just dreamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g of going to a place like Enchanted Kingdom. I didn't realize that after years of dreaming and hoping and thinking, I was able to go there and enjoy whatever it was that the place had to offer. The trip was actually planned after they knew about the newb's Tagaytay trip. This also served as a farewell stuff for Onnie because that time, her resignation was about to t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ake effect. We were not really that acquainted, but I understand how Betsy and the rest felt about her resignation. It's really sad when someone you used to be with in work will be leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the text message above doesn't have to do with the picture posted. Of course, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y are not making my life miserable and they're not making things hard for me. They don't even pressure me to d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o something that I can't, but they do challenge me to be better and competitive. They polish me in the sense that they let me know on which aspect do I have to improve and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMViyuY2GUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Dca_PZqrbfI/s1600-h/P1060809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMViyuY2GUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Dca_PZqrbfI/s320/P1060809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243705964728031554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Jm Papacoy (Highschool Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mates)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to recall our mistakes in the past, laugh at our dumb old selves,  and joke about real life punchlines. Besides remembering how stupid we were, it makes us realize how less stupid we a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;re now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken at Mam Claire's house in San Pedro, Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. I looked so fat, which was something I kind of was not so proud about. And I looked so haggard as well. I've been awake that time for more than 24 hours already. It was an unplanned activity for the weekend. Mam Claire just called Pansit After our Berlitz Training in Makati inviting us to go there to her place because she prepared a small party. It was a party with nothing to celebrate. They just came to think of it. That was good though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. We had a lot of eating and singing. The first time I went out of Manila. We didn't bring with us our extra clothes so we just borrowed from Mam Claire. I had fun amidst the fact that I was so tired that time. Really. Before I forgot, the typhoon Frank was on Signal No. 1 on that day and on that very location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMVmKsqXiGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gELkwB0Cqeo/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMVmKsqXiGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gELkwB0Cqeo/s320/tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243709675116398690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Arie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Clas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;smate)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, you have to fall from the mountain to realize what you are climbing for. Obstacles are put in our way to see if what we want is really worth fighting for. From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ory. A story that says, I survived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was taken somewhere in Tagaytay. We were on our way back to Manila. Everybody was happy and satisfied. We had our last glimpse of the, for us, memor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;able Taal Volcano. We just didn't realize that the place we were standing on was already the volcano's cater. The picture painted friendship, dream, aspiration, hope that someday, all of us will be able to surpass all our challenges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with a flying color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMWCD6JirgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NWC0G0tSwnk/s1600-h/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMWCD6JirgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NWC0G0tSwnk/s320/gossip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243740344803307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Jed (Knightingale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There will be days when you get home from a party and forget what the fun was about... Or have a very long, intimate conversation yet feel there are still words left unspoken... Or embrace your special someone yet never have the strength to say you case so much... Life tells us that happiness is never absolute. So while it's still there, seize the moment... Because it may never come again. Never regret anything you do. Everything is done for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Commerce's US Business Analysts in one of our boring Saturday after shift. They call this picture the Evolution with Jai (far left) as the first stage and fortunately Me as the fully evolved human being! Hahaha... This was taken at Bonifacio High Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-o0o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This might have been a cliche but, yeah, life is really so short. Sometimes, things will not turn out the way we want it to be but, it's designed in order to give way to something better. So just cherish the moment and enjoy life up to its fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-4142217264865557575?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4142217264865557575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4142217264865557575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4142217264865557575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4142217264865557575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-hubag-college-classmate-when.html' title='Rant # 17: Just  A Thought'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMVgWvt-bpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3_fohknQCkA/s72-c/Picture+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-655412461785937162</id><published>2008-09-06T06:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:05:44.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 16: Just Coz I Am So Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMGvvgdk-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wihdgwJ6Jyo/s1600-h/6406800719720l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMGvvgdk-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wihdgwJ6Jyo/s320/6406800719720l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242664671938673250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 3 weeks of silence towards him, I decided to end it. I just thought, it's so tiring to isolate yourself from the group that you always have to deal with just because of a single someone who you don't want to talk with. I can do that. I was able to do that ever since. But not this time though. Not with someone I see and hear every minute and second and milli-second. I'm trying to move on. And talking with him I think would be the better first step for me to be able to totally do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well I think I know the reason why he left me. I think it's because I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOOO GAY&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I act, talk, and sound like a gay (because I really am) - so soft. Yeah. I remembered him telling me one day that, if we're together, people seemed to look at us like we're so weird and that I am a gay benefactor and he's the beneficiary (I don't think I look like a dirty old gay that people will think about it). Anyway, I didn't actually think about that. I just dismissed that thought because I really don't care about what people would say regarding gay couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I think I have a sound judgment as to whether that can be his reason or whatnot. I don't know. I just felt it. And if that's true then I now don't know what to do, how to feel, what to think and stuff. I will be the angriest man in the world and I will think of him as a cockroach that doesn't have a mind, soul and feeling and that deserves to be stamped, beheaded and killed. I will think he's not human at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't accept that reason because to begin with, he was the one who hit on me. I was asking him before why he told me he liked it to be with me and that why he loved to have me as his partner. He told me, it's beyond reason. He knew right from the start that this is me! I act, talk and behave this way! I assumed, he was able to accept me as me. That is something that I've been looking for a partner. But again, No! He left me because of it. Again, he should've not told me those if he didn't really mean it and if he was not even sure about that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I even asked him before if it's ok with him to have a partner who is so gay! He laughed at it and told me, 'yes of course!' And even wondered why people tend to think that their partner has to be so discrete. He said, having a so gay partner is actually ok. It doesn't matter, he added. As per him, what matters most is the feeling. Well, let me give him a rolling eyes on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's eating his words! He lied to me and if I'm gonna count the number of lies he had when we're together, that would make the Philippines the richest country in the whole wide world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He did not tell me about it, neither any of our friends did. And I can't do anything about it anymore if that's really the case. Again and again, the least that I can do is sigh and move on as if nothing happened and as if I don't feel anything (when the truth is, something happened and I feel a lot). This is so ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-655412461785937162?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/655412461785937162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=655412461785937162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/655412461785937162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/655412461785937162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-16-just-coz-i-am-so-gay.html' title='Rant # 16: Just Coz I Am So Gay'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SMGvvgdk-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wihdgwJ6Jyo/s72-c/6406800719720l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2632518161757556393</id><published>2008-09-04T04:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:54:36.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Sir'/><title type='text'>Rant # 15: Marry Me, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SL767t-NQuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ICpT0Q25_yk/s1600-h/6a00d83451c36069e200e54f45abe78834-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SL767t-NQuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ICpT0Q25_yk/s320/6a00d83451c36069e200e54f45abe78834-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241902920165573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;At first, I thought I heard it wrong. Ellen Degeneres will be wed with her partner. And I thought I saw it wrong. Her partner is a girl. But I was right. Yeah. Ellen and her partner who happens to be a girl as well will be wed. It's gonna be aired and it's something Ellen is proud about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That made me think of a favorite debate topic way back in school. Should homosexuals be given the right to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Granting gay or lesbian partners the right to marry has been an issue for the longest time already. This has never been resolved, although some states have legalized this one, because of the intervention of the conservative sectors usually the religious ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is marriage an exclusive religious practice? Or it's more of civil or communal that everybody whether you're a part of a religious group or not should have something to say about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Primarily, religions view marriage as a rite that announces the partnership or binding of a man and a woman in a community. This is a recognition that both couples will be forming their own family which will give them extra rights, duties and responsibilities. So then, marriage is tantamount to procreation. Hence, since gays and lesbians are not capable of doing so, they can never marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But can gays and lesbians be partners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just like the normal quote and quote "heterosexual" couples, of course they can be partners! They may not be able to procreate but they can be intimate as well and be partners who can be agents of social change. They are capable of supporting one another and someone else emotionally, physically, economically, socially, mentally and foremost... spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So with that, there can be no reason why they will never be granted with the right to be recognized in the community as partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Giving them such a right would mean, a total acceptance of their existence in our community. We cannot but close our eyes to the fact that they are proliferating and they also have some needs that need to be addressed and look into. Just like the normal people, let's put it that way, they are people as well whose expressions have to be respected. They are people who have inherent rights that should be given to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The bible doesn't actually mention anything about prohibiting same partners to marry. Or I haven't heard of anything like a story in the bible that says something like that. Probably because, there was no homosexuality during those days. It's actually the people who assume that it's not right simply because it's not stated in the bible and the like. But I believe, as it is not stated, religious should hinge their reasons on practicality because the principle of that bible hinges on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't see any point of banning the marriage when it's not in any way negatively affecting anything in our society. Will it cause economic depression? Global warming? And all other negative environmental and social phenomena? I think no. We legalize something that deems to be necessary in nation building. We ban a law or an activity that deems to destroy our nation such as war, abusive use of our internal revenue and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think marriage requires not just the ability of the couple to procreate. Because if that's the case, impotent couples should not be given the right to marry. Most importantly, it requires the dedication of the couple to keep their relationship, be together for better or for worst, and to help strengthening the community by showing even a modicum of respect to the established laws and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh well, you might say, we don't really need marriage just for the gays to be productive in their relationship. It's like saying though, that a man and a woman don't need to be married just for them to be productive. We need marriage just for us to formalize our bonding with someone. We need it not just that, but to tell to the world that I am owned and that I am obliged to be loyal to the partner I bowed to the community to be with for the rest of my life. Heterosexuals don't just have the capability to do that. Homos can be loyal as well. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, should there be a law allowing homos to marry? I think, there should be. Tell me, it's problematic. And I will prove you wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://dialoginternational.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/gay_marriage.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2632518161757556393?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2632518161757556393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2632518161757556393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2632518161757556393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2632518161757556393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-14-essence-of-marriage.html' title='Rant # 15: Marry Me, Man!'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SL767t-NQuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ICpT0Q25_yk/s72-c/6a00d83451c36069e200e54f45abe78834-640wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1782788190152069792</id><published>2008-09-03T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:38:55.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Blues'/><title type='text'>The Faithful's Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posting these text messages about God and how it is to believe and have faith in Him. I hope they will inspire you in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God said... Trials are not the reason to give up, but a challenge to improve ourselves. Difficulties are not excuses to back out, but inspirations to move forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prayer changes things. Worry changes nothing. So instead of worrying about what you can't do, think of what God can do for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are things in life that we question a lot. But do we realize that answers come, when we stop asking? That's what we call faith! God is good all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Jai Ann (Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Behind every circumstance is God's purpose. At times, what we consider a trial is simply the HAND OF GOD rearranging our lives to be more fruitful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Joan (Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is the reason why even in the saddest part of life, we smile; even in confusion we understand; even in betrayal we trust and even in fear of pain... WE STILL LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Jai Ann (Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God hears what's not spoken and understands what's not explained. For his love doesn't work in the lips nor in the mind but in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Kuya Ej (Crush/Team Mate - L2S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Just close your eyes and feel the morning with a prayer. As you go on to your work, take things easy for GOD knows you are doing better each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Devy (College Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God speaks to those who take time to listen and he listens to those who take time to pray. Remember, he listens beyond words. He listens to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Malone (Sibling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God makes us brave when we are afraid. Makes us strong when we are weak but most of all, He teacher us to hold on to Him when things keep on falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-1782788190152069792?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1782788190152069792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1782788190152069792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1782788190152069792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1782788190152069792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/faithfuls-messages.html' title='The Faithful&apos;s Messages'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-520778590313138917</id><published>2008-09-01T15:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:03:35.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 14:  15 Ways To A Successful Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A conversation over Yahoo Messenger on 11:06 AM 9/1/2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Three (3) weeks na kami break nong friend ko na naging lover din. And I don't know kung magkakabalikan kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Aba nasa inyo yan. Kung sa tingin mo may pag asa pa then work on it. Kung wala na, hanap na ng iba. Ganun lang ka simple yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dapat aware kayo sa feelings ng bawat isa eh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Talaga? Ako I want to work it out... Pero I don't know with him. Di ko alam if I have to make the first move kasi actually, I tried na before pero nothing happened... I didnt pursue him nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Prankahin mo sya... Kung gusto pa ba nya sayo... or baka naman may iba na sya kase tol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Talaga? Di ba pathetic move yon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Maraming lalake dyan. Hindi naman kase. Hindi lang sya ang taong pwedeng mag mahal sayo. Marami dyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: uu nga... pero iba kasi yong start ng relationship namin. We started out as super buddies...room mates pa and same office lang... I dont think kasi makakahanap ako ng someone like him here in Manila... 'Yong tipong beyond sex na relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Ahh ganun ba? Oo nga naman tama ka dun. Well ikaw ano ba dpat mong gawin? 'Yong tama ha. Kase walang ibang pwdeng tumulong sa inyo kundi mga self nyo din. Dapat alam nyo sa self nyo kung kayo pa ba or hindi na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Nakakainis nga... Mahirap mag move on coz isang house lang kami, isang office, same shift pa... so kami kami lang talaga ang magkakasama always... Iisa pa yong kama namin... Ayoko rin namang mag move out... Kasi ok na yong location namin from our office...I dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: OK then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Confused talaga ako ngayon. I still want him pero remembering the things that he did to me, parang napapaback out ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Pag isipan mo muna kase. Kita mo na. Analyze mo muna. Kase mukhang naguguluhan ka eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Nag rereflect nga ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: Ok if u say so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: hehehe... Anyways... How did you make it up ba? (At nagtagal kayo for 5 years ng boyfriend mo?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: hmmm... OK.. Gaya ng sinabi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ano ingredients to a successful relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY 2&lt;/span&gt;: ...kanina bihira kaming mag away ni JB. kase simple lang. una una sa lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Be loyal and always be sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            2. Never lie to one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            3. Pag may di ka gusto sabihin mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            4. Wag kang mag sasabi ng ok tapos hindi naman pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            5. Be aware sa feelings nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            6. Wag mong gagawin yong mga bagay na ayaw nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            7. wag mo syang ikukumpara sa mga ex mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            8. Never talk about break ups&lt;br /&gt;9. When you get hurt just forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;10. Forget about your "PRIDE"&lt;br /&gt;11. If you say sorry, mean it&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't talk about your stupid x's&lt;br /&gt;13. Just give and take&lt;br /&gt;14. When you had a fight, don't let the day end w/o being fine.&lt;br /&gt;15. You Don't have to be the perfect one, just be BE THE RIGHT ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLuaM5YU_VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VEkshOravj8/s1600-h/SunsetOnBeach-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLuaM5YU_VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VEkshOravj8/s320/SunsetOnBeach-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240952137727671634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2080219/SunsetOnBeach-main_Full.jpg&lt;/span&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/5973352766937011725-520778590313138917?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/520778590313138917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=520778590313138917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/520778590313138917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/520778590313138917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-14-8-ways-to-successful.html' title='Rant # 14:  15 Ways To A Successful Relationship'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLuaM5YU_VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VEkshOravj8/s72-c/SunsetOnBeach-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-3878789600091758658</id><published>2008-08-30T01:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:03:03.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 13: Silence (Week 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLhcXHT0CPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ASOrMA07HdQ/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLhcXHT0CPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ASOrMA07HdQ/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039718614468850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahm... Should I say yes? Or should I say trying to think I have? I'm not sure because there's still this feeling of hatred, jealousy and unfortunately, care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mastered the art of indifference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think about that. I've been telling people about how I become so indifferent towards him. I've been telling them that I don't anymore care about what he does, who he's dealing with and the like. But the truth is, there is still a modicum of care. My heart still has a small seed of hope that maybe someday, we'll be able to bring back the kind of relationship that we had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the other guys that I had, they're right, my case right now is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just means to say that I cannot impose the mechanism that I used to have. This is different in the sense that we are living in and we are of the same company. Provided, our situation is the other way around then most likely, I can be the super duper indifferent person on earth towards him. But no. We need to interact. And that's because of the reason as simple as, we live together. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution might be moving out. But no! That's something I can't afford to do at this time. My place right now is I think the cheapest that I can have here in Manila. I can save a lot and buy a lot. I just have to be practical. Aside from the fact that it's cheap, it's just a ride away to our office. I will never sacrifice practicality over petty things like HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me more days and I'll be totally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are mixing up right now. So what I'm doing is just to dismiss those feelings as if they don't exist at all. To forget about them, what I do is, I think about the things I dream of in life career-wise and the like. I pray about bumping into someone that's destined to be mine. I redirect everything to my thoughts and not to what I've been feeling lately. Because thinking about the latter just makes me so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a stupid question... HOW CAN WE SAY WE'VE BEEN SO REAL WITH OURSELVES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked that because I think, one of the possible reasons why homosexual relationship tend to fail is because they have inhibitions to act as to who they really are. They are afraid to show to the world that Hey! This is who and what we are and we don't care what you people think about us. They tend to hide and lie a lot. I know it's not exclusive to homo relationships but usually, that's the case for homos. There might be cases like that for heterosexual relationships but I think that's so odd and of course, so different. Maybe if their partner has an issue (like the partner's gay or something? - lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, also... one thing that I've learned about from the experience I've just had is this... PARTNERS SHOULD NEVER THINK OF THE POSSIBILITY THAT THEY WILL END UP SO SOON. They can be so open to that possibility but thinking about it to the point of believing that it'll really happen as in so soon is definitely a no no. That would make each of you unfair from one another. What you can do is just cherish the moment that you're together and just live as if you will be together forever and ever. Possibilities are always there. And the possibility that these possibilities will become so real is so near when you think that they're gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I think I'm moving on. Just don't let me hear him talking so gay because it doesn't really fit him though yeah, he is gay! Hahaha... and yeah... He's coming out now! *cutie laugh&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/5973352766937011725-3878789600091758658?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/3878789600091758658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=3878789600091758658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3878789600091758658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/3878789600091758658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-13-silence-week-3.html' title='Rant # 13: Silence (Week 3)'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLhcXHT0CPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ASOrMA07HdQ/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5061967509149632101</id><published>2008-08-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:52:12.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Myself'/><title type='text'>My Profile No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLbXW1MPPfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Skf6X2tz694/s1600-h/kitty+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLbXW1MPPfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Skf6X2tz694/s320/kitty+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239612003727654386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my Friendster Profile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► single&lt;br /&gt;► cute&lt;br /&gt;► slim&lt;br /&gt;► petite&lt;br /&gt;► open-minded&lt;br /&gt;► opinionated&lt;br /&gt;► insensitive&lt;br /&gt;► lazy&lt;br /&gt;► snob&lt;br /&gt;► lately im into collecting condoms&lt;br /&gt;► love listening to gregorian music though i dont really have the chance to listen to that kind of musical genre&lt;br /&gt;► i like spongebob lately because i think we share the same personality... spongebob's as sensible as me... we have the same idealism and thoughts about life&lt;br /&gt;► I always dream of becoming the person i want myself to be&lt;br /&gt;► i love to do things that i do&lt;br /&gt;► im not confused... nor am i anxious... im not even aware of having those feelings... i think im just like this&lt;br /&gt;► im not vague as well&lt;br /&gt;► i know what im saying&lt;br /&gt;► THINGS REALLY CHANGE... I HAVE TO LEARN TO ADMIT THAT THERE ARE REALLY PROMISES THAT CANT BE FULFILLED... THAT THERE ARE PLANS THAT NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, CANT REALLY BE REALIZED... THAT SOME PEOPLE JUST LEAVE YOU FOR SOME REASON YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT. THEY JUST LEAVE, SAY GOODBYE AND THAT'S IT, WITHOUT EVEN TAKING INTO CONSIDERATION HOW MUCH PAIN YOU FEEL AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULDVE KNOWN IT FROM THE VERY START..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING'S GONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW... IM BLANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING'S INTERESTING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5973352766937011725-5061967509149632101?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5061967509149632101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5061967509149632101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5061967509149632101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5061967509149632101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-profile-no-2.html' title='My Profile No. 2'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLbXW1MPPfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Skf6X2tz694/s72-c/kitty+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1633361678483898458</id><published>2008-08-26T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:01:43.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 12: Should I say, I've learned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLMtKR7HyQI/AAAAAAAAADk/AMzVNDCtFsk/s1600-h/2400-1273%7ELovers-III-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLMtKR7HyQI/AAAAAAAAADk/AMzVNDCtFsk/s320/2400-1273%7ELovers-III-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238580446195337474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving someone is too risky. You give up the most  wonderful things but you still get hurt. You try to stand for it yet you fall. but then who says love is fair? It isn't. It never was. - A text message from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-oOo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with Paopao and April for dinner at DEC just right outside Market Market. We talked about love and relationship. I told them that I really learned a lot from the experiences I've just had. 'Actually,' I told them, 'I learned and knew about them even before. I just forgot or I just disregarded them.' Then Paopaol quoted a line from Grey's Anatomy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There are some lessons that have to be learned over and  over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to quote as well some line from the Corinthians telling something about what a love should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is always patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is always kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is never envious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or arrogant with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nor is she conceited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and she is never rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She never thinks just of herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or ever get annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is never resentful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is never glad with sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but always glad to side with truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She bears up under everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believes the best in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no limit to her hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND SHE WILL NEVER FALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've known that since high school. And from the moment I stumbled upon that sweet thought about love, I promised to hinge my relationship on that. But I think I failed for the nth time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was never patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was never kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was always envious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking just myself? (can be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was always annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that is the answer that I've been looking for. That is the problem that I was not able to figure out before. I have noted this and I'll definitely apply this the next time I'll enter again in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time, I'm leaving everything to what we call DESTINY. If it will give a partner that I can live with forever... someone who I can understand and who will understand me... the one who I can accept and who can accept me in return... I'll be so much willing to take the risk - to love again, get hurt but be so happy in the long run. What I'm looking for is an intimate partner who can share everything with me. I just have to live life like I used to do. I know it'll come. It might not be right now, but I know it's so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people might ask, why do I always crave for a partner when we don't really need that. As long as we have like friends or something, we can always live happily with no problems. Yes, that can be right. But I just love how it feels when you know you have someone who's willing to share everything with you. Friends can do that but they have their own lives as well. And yes, they can never be so intimate with us. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much of this. I really have enough. I just have to let things be and be happy! I'm moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;http://images.google.com.ph/imgres?imgurl=http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EUR/2400-1273~Lovers-III-Posters.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://profile.myspace.com&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/5973352766937011725-1633361678483898458?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1633361678483898458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1633361678483898458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1633361678483898458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1633361678483898458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/should-i-say-ive-learned.html' title='Rant # 12: Should I say, I&apos;ve learned?'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SLMtKR7HyQI/AAAAAAAAADk/AMzVNDCtFsk/s72-c/2400-1273%7ELovers-III-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-9218761634318484953</id><published>2008-08-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:19:19.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>From the Broken Hearted's Inbox 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Ivy (Highschool Classmate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot hate those people for what they have done to me. For as soon as I begin to hate, I become just like them... Pathetic, bitter and unloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Ivy (High school Classmate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, we dream on ideal love we wanted. When it comes, we give the best to hold on to it but thought we gave more than enough, THEY STILL HURT US FOR THE REASON WE DON'T UNDERSTAND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Derick (G4M Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chance or choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you meet the right person to love at the right place at the right time, that's a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being caught that there are many people out there who are more attractive and smarter than your mate and you decide to love him/her just the same, that's a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attraction comes to us by chance. But TRUE LOVE that lasts, is truly a choice. Fate brings you together but IT'S STILL UP TO YOU TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't go for someone who's always telling you how perfect you are because you're not. Find someone who'll tell you exactly what s/he thinks of you. Someone who will tell you how irritating and impossible you can be. Someone who compliments you at the right time. someone who will laugh at your clumsiness, but would still love you for it. Someone who won't be afraid to tell you the truth, because only those who can be honest and loyal would stay with you up to the very end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; PJ (Met @ Kasagingan in Davao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not destiny that determines love, it is choice. Our so called destiny is a lie. Relationships last long not because they're destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice to keep it, to fight for it and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not because they're destined to fail. They failed because one of the two or both, made the choice to set each other free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Michelle aka Hubag (College Friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can close your eyes from the things you don't want to see. But you can never close your heart from the things you don't want to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-9218761634318484953?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/9218761634318484953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=9218761634318484953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/9218761634318484953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/9218761634318484953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-broken-hearteds-inbox-2.html' title='From the Broken Hearted&apos;s Inbox 2'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-4063713159987615475</id><published>2008-08-23T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:03:36.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 11: Silence (Week 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the silence goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him more especially when I saw him cuddling with his quote and quote "highschool" classmate. Obviously, both of them have a thing for each other. Our friends are not telling me about them but I know that they know. I am not that gullible not to notice it. Anyways, I think they look better for each other. I want to quote my gay friend but I just don't wanna say it. It might offend them. I have to understand, not everybody can understand us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hate to realize that there are really people who cannot seem to understand. It might be because of the time you've spent together or they just don't want to understand. I'm not sure. If they're gonna say, that is who they are... let me say it back to them... THIS IS ALSO WHO I AM... If I can't change them the way they are then they can't change me even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well... I just can't imagine how pathetic I became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...that I even begged him not to leave me. I was thinking, perhaps, we can still work our relationship out and you just don't know how I'm already attached with him that it hurts me to just even think he's with somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- he said, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- I said, perhaps you didn't really love me to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- he said, yeah. Because, according to him, If he did and if he still does, having me back might have been so easy for him. But no! That is not the case. *ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend told me why in hell did I do that. Where's my self-esteem and respect to myself? I answered, I don't know with a straight face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, I thought, perhaps I also have my own share of personality disorder. My partners are always dropping me off so easily. And I mean all of them. So there must have been a problem that I cannot figure out. I am sweet, thoughtful, loving... What? I am jealous... yeah. But... I think it's kind of normal. I really can't understand why people do that to me. Am I not destined for a stable partner? Or again, haven't I just met him yet? I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He told me 'he's not able to feel the whirlwind romance' that he's craving for in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- i said, what about the text message that you sent to me saying that you love the feeling of how it is to be with me and something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- he said, it was a different thing. We started out as instant friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- he said he was looking for the long-talk-beneath-the-stars experience and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- I just said, for me, the time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you accompanied me going to Market Market and when we were like running wet on the street, when we were cooking simple food like sardines because we didn't have money to eat at any fast food anymore, when we shared money come last week before the payday, when we slept together and all&lt;/span&gt;, were I think the whirlwind romance that I can cherish and smile with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- He said, (none)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's really good in doing that. He loves keeping me hanging and giving me vague answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, going back to the people-who-cannot-seem-to-understand part of this rant, somebody told me to STOP BEING SO BLUNT ABOUT MY ESCAPADES ESPECIALLY WHEN IM DRUNK OR SOMETHING. Take note of the drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- I asked, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- She said, because the negative effect is on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- I asked, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- She said, it'll make people the impression that you're bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- I asked when, I'm drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- She said, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- In my mind, weird. But I just said, because I am bitter! Then I asked, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- She said, she just heard it. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hate it when people are giving me very very vague answer. I can accept criticisms or suggestions, but you have make things clear for me before I'll take it. Otherwise, I'll be offended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found that above conversation kind of offensive. Hey! In my situation right now? What I need most is not someone who will slap me with how bitter I am. I know! I am bitter! You can't blame me though because over and above, I was hurt. All I need this time is someone who will say 'I understand'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just a rebuttal to her point, like who would care if you're drunk? If you are influenced by alcohol, even drunk Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo can just say and do just anything. So she should never tell me what to do when I'm drunk because even her would most likely do that if she's drunk. (And I was right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways... right now, I can still feel hatred against him. I hate non-sense confrontations. If I would confront him with it, he will just most probably (and this I'm sure about) give me VERY VAGUE STATEMENTS or WORST HE WILL JUST LIE LIKE WHAT HE ALWAYS DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I think I just have to shut up and continue living like before -- I don't care about him... what he'll do, who he's dealing with and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;INDIFFERENCE STARTS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-4063713159987615475?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/4063713159987615475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=4063713159987615475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4063713159987615475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/4063713159987615475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-11-silence-week-2.html' title='Rant # 11: Silence (Week 2)'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6074415709533078414</id><published>2008-08-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:03:37.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>The Basics Of Cash Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an email sent by my colleague. I'm posting this to share. I hope this will inspire you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Glenda Liz A. Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sent:&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday, July 22, 2008 8:54 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt; RE: The Basics Of Cash Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SK2DGrdtUvI/AAAAAAAAADM/lYrhaNSdEC0/s1600-h/Php_bill_10_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SK2DGrdtUvI/AAAAAAAAADM/lYrhaNSdEC0/s320/Php_bill_10_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236986092471538418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are those who e-mailed me asking about the basics of cash flow. I'm really sorry that I assumed everybody already understands it. Anyway, by demand ... here it goes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May isang bata... joke lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The basic is. What pattern do you see if you will get a P100.00 bill and monitor where and how it is transferred from 1 possessor to the other? How does it flow? The pattern for a typical Pinoy is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You earn from your work, you spend it on food, gadgets, clothing and other basic needs. Before you reach the next payday, paubos na yung pera mo. But that's ok payday is just a few days ahead and it doesn't matter if I run out of money, I am expecting money again any time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle goes on and on and you make some sidelines or create other ways to earn but it seems that money was never enough. (I am tempted to explain further pero usapan... basics lang). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can't leave the job that you have because a week without work would affect the cash flow you have to support your family and needs. As much as you wanted to accept another job, the gap would make you pay less for a couple of days, which makes you a slave to your boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, you have a job to support your needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So to illustrate.. ..Cash is flowing inside your pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Years have gone by doing your monotonous routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Question... what if you get fired? Or you were forced to retire because there are new and younger people ready to take your place. What would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an OFW, Makati Executive, Top Salesman, Engineer, Attorney, Teacher, etc... What if it all ends? The sweet cash that enters your pocket every 15 th and 30th suddenly comes to a halt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things you can buy with your money... An asset and a liability. To describe each... An asset brings money inside your pocket; a liability takes money out of your pocket. Another way to see, it is that an asset if you buy one, will bring the money you spent for it back to you 2 or 3 folds. A liability, when you buy it will not give your money back at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa ilocano... idjay ti kwa... djak maawatan... (joke lang po, seryoso na kayo eh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa madaling salita... kapag asset, maibabalik ang pera , pag liability, goodbye sa pera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang problema kay JUAN DE LA CRUZ, habang may trabaho ipon ng ipon at bili ng bili ng liability! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have seen OFWs get back to the country with gold chains at kung pwede lang limang shades ang isuot ng sabay-sabay gagawin nya eh... dvd, component, jackets, clothes, inuman, pulutan, party, pabango... hindi na makalakad sa dami ng bitbit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At s'yempre mga empleyado natin dito sa bansa na lingo-lingo bago cell phone at mags ng kotse.. hindi na nga magkasya ang damit sa aparador, tapos pag umaga sasabihin... . wala na akong maisuot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, esep-esep... what you bought... will it bring money back to you? I know what you have in mind... you have to enjoy what you worked hard for. That's right, but think of something that will last.... think of your future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the worst of people who were abogado de kampanilya, executive secretaries of top rank business men, people who worked for big companies, earned a fortune and got a big retirement pay by the millions... Now.... Wala na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of their cash flow... went in... went out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need not to mention basketball players, actors, singers, etc... Check what is their career path... next after acting, singing and playing... POLITICS. Kasi, 'yung million na kinita nila, puro liability ang binili. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back... all the liability they bought, ibinenta ng mura! I'm wearing a gold chain now, which I got from a seaman.... he bought it for P35,000 and sold it for 8,000 to me. Hindi po asset ang alahas! Bakit? Totoo na tumataas ang value n'ya pero kapag gutom ka na, kahit palugi ibebenta mo! (wala bang aaray?) Cell phones... dvd players etc. pati bahay at kotse... that's the cash flow of most OFWs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The question is ... " WHAT IF THE INCOME STOPS?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa Pinoy, ganito: anak... mag-aral kang maigi, at pag tanda namin... ikaw na bahala sa amin ha.... Hindi po ba maling-mali. .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have to establish something today that will take care of your future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teka, teka... eh ano ang dapat gawin para hindi mangyari yan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must create a source of income that will continually make money flow inside your pocket. Start a business! While you are working as an executive or an OFW, or a professional. .. START A BUSINESS and MASTER that business till you get out of that company. Para kapag tumigil ang income mo sa kanila... may susuporta pa din sa iyo hanggang pag-tanda mo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me to invest my money on pensions and plans... NO WAY ! Narinig n'yo na siguro yung .... Naku ayaw ko na magbanggit.. ... 'yung mga nagbayad at hindi nakapag-claim. .. sila pa ang dinimanda at nag-piyansa! !! HUWAG MO I-ASA ANG PAGTANDA MO SA IBA! GUMAWA KA NG SARILI MONG BALON NG PERA! KAHIT MALIIT PA 'YAN, SARILI MO AT HINDI KA AASA SA IBANG TAO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine yourself when you reach an older age... (aruy ko,,, baka yung iba sa inyo about that age... tabi tabi po...Ako po sa mga nagtatanong. .. I'm 37 years old. Naabutan ko pa si Michael Jackson at hinele po ako ng nanay ko sa mga kanta ng hagibis...). You have money that the company gave you as your retirement pay... what will you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can consume the money till your old.... eh kung hindi umabot? Masamang damo ka pala... at hindi ka kaagad kinuha ni Lord. Eh pang age 65 lang yung naipon mo na budget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, you can start a business and use the money for capital... Kapatid... 9 out of 10 businesses, FAILED... yung isang magsa-succeed, gagayahin pa ng kapitbahay mo instead na mag-franchise sa 'yo... think! At age 50, you are struggling trying to make a business work! What if it fails?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ano nga ba ang sagot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The answer is, stop buying liabilities and instead buy assets now. I don't care if it is a banana-Q store, balot, ice candy or a sari-sari store, etc... start now! Because, your experience here will teach you what to do in the future. It's so hard to struggle in business when you are 60 yrs old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to create a source of income separated from the source of income from your work. That when the time comes that you have to stop working, you will have your own source of money! Create assets, start a business that will be there to support you and your family. I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO QUIT YOUR JOB! I'm telling you to start a business while you're working and stop spending your money on liabilities and start putting them on assets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang pera kapag pinambili mo ng LIABILITY... hindi na babalik... ang ASSET... BABALIK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teka... masama ba bumili ng mga magagandang gamit? Hindi! Siguraduhin mo lang na ang pambili mo nun ay galing sa asset mo. The business has to be prioritized! Mawalan ka man ng trabaho, may negosyo kang palalaguin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If before, nabubuhay ka naman ng iisa sapatos mo, huwag mo baguhin 'yun... dati, nagdyi-jeep ka lang... 'wag ka na munang mag-FX... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create assets and lessen liabilities. Invest and learn now... mag-negosyo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh anong negosyo? Any, as long as you think it is work and doable! I am still looking for partners for my HOME MASSAGE SERVICE! SPA MAGIC! And my business CAR MAGIC is still franchising. .. (joke lang ... baka sabihin nyo nag pro-promote lang ako eh...But I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT ALL MY BUSINESSES ARE ORIGINAL AND ALL ARE GRAND ASSETS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started all my businesses with a very small capital. If I used that money to buy a gadget, new shoes or any liability... . baka wala lahat ng negosyo ko at wala na akong makain ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I hope that this BASIC CASH FLOW article helps.... I wish all of us become financially free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FROM UNKNOWN AUTHOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PAKIPASA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAGANDANG EYE-OPENER 'TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/43/Php_bill_10_front.jpg&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/5973352766937011725-6074415709533078414?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6074415709533078414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6074415709533078414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6074415709533078414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6074415709533078414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/basics-of-cash-flow.html' title='The Basics Of Cash Flow'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SK2DGrdtUvI/AAAAAAAAADM/lYrhaNSdEC0/s72-c/Php_bill_10_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5861803327214468660</id><published>2008-08-21T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:31:57.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>From the Broken Hearted's Inbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For some reason, my friends are sending text messages about loving, breaking up and stuff like that. If they feel I'm so into love right now, that I don't know. Anyways, I'm just sharing some of their love text messages to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: &lt;/span&gt;Ariene (Higschool Classmate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving is always a learning process. With love, we learn how to care and sacrifice. We learn to be unselfish and give more than what we can. And when everything doesn't end well, we learn how it feels to fall and get hurt. But learning doesn't have to end there. After all, we strive to get back on our feet and move on. This is what we learn, that life doesn't end where heartaches begin... It's true that there is life in love. But there can still be life even after losing love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Buboy (Friend from Mawab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing in life is when you know inside your heart that you love the person but you run out of reasons to fight for what you feel and believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Sienna (Officemate in Link2support)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy comes with responsibility of commitment. It's a response not to play games with another person's heart. If you are willing for a relationship to progress, be serious and committed rather than being into a pointless relationship (Joshua Harris - Boy meets girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Betsy (Immediate Superior - Bayantrade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love not because you like that person nor because you care. Love not because you know that you can't live without that person. Instead, just love and forget about 'WHY'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Ivy (Highschool Classmate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold too long to what's never meant. Sometimes, we need to set things free before it hurts us badly.&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/5973352766937011725-5861803327214468660?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5861803327214468660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5861803327214468660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5861803327214468660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5861803327214468660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-broken-hearteds-inbox.html' title='From the Broken Hearted&apos;s Inbox'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8213949541150684283</id><published>2008-08-21T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:35:45.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Collection of Stories'/><title type='text'>About Life and Growing Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend sent this email to me. I'm sharing this story to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;: Que, Genesis M.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent&lt;/span&gt;: Saturday, July 19, 2008 8:43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject&lt;/span&gt;: About Life &amp;amp; Growing Old&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKxcDqyJfOI/AAAAAAAAADE/TdGghMbqXh4/s1600-h/859054psmo76p91z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKxcDqyJfOI/AAAAAAAAADE/TdGghMbqXh4/s320/859054psmo76p91z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236661684819033314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We became instant friends.. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year' s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it' s never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Good friends are like stars....... ..You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/859/859054psmo76p91z.jpg&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/5973352766937011725-8213949541150684283?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8213949541150684283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8213949541150684283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8213949541150684283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8213949541150684283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-life-and-growing-old.html' title='About Life and Growing Old'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKxcDqyJfOI/AAAAAAAAADE/TdGghMbqXh4/s72-c/859054psmo76p91z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8631167090843363287</id><published>2008-08-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:25:13.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Collection of Stories'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Love Story Ever Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKrjkxoKHQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8iRSckOzJOw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKrjkxoKHQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8iRSckOzJOw/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236247737708190978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend forwarded this email to me. I am posting this inspiring story to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Reynalisa D. Loyola &lt;rdloyola@pdic.gov.ph&gt;&lt;/rdloyola@pdic.gov.ph&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, July 2, 2008 2:41:17 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subject: THE GREATES LOVE STORY EVER TOLD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am touched with this story LOVE IS THE ANSWER!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An incredible love story has come out of China recently and managed to touch the world. It is a story of a man and an older worman who ran off to live and love each other in peace for over hald a century.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has been the couple's home for the last 50 years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over 50 years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu Chaoqin. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a twist of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that xu already had childred. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the beginning, life was harsh as they had nothing - no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and LIu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, 'Are you regretful?' Liu always replies, 'As long as we are industrious, life will improve.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng, one of their seven children said, 'My parents loved each other so much, they have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6, 000 steps over the years for my mother's convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain that much.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The couple had lived in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returned from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as he passed away in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was able to release the grip he had on his wife's hand even after he had passed away.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'You promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you?'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband's black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 2006, their story became one of the top 10 love stories from Chine, collected by the Chinese Women weekly. The local government has decided to preserve the love ladder and the place they lived as a museum, so this love story can live forever. &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/5973352766937011725-8631167090843363287?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8631167090843363287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8631167090843363287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8631167090843363287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8631167090843363287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/greatest-love-story-ever-told.html' title='The Greatest Love Story Ever Told'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKrjkxoKHQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8iRSckOzJOw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-5393441724880873919</id><published>2008-08-19T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:19.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 10: Lessons About Love I Can Hardly Accept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Pretending to be friends with the one you once loved is like breathing underwater... You can't hold it too long because if you do, you won't make it out alive."- from a text message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my mistake. I ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pt on insisting what I believed to be right in a relationship. I failed to realize that all of us take things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuya Nathan was right. I should've understood that he viewed our relationship differently from what I believed it should be. Kuya Edzel was right as well. I should've just let him do whatever he felt doing since he's still in the process of exploring his possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't easily disregard the fact that I was so hurt. And that no matter what they'll say what I could've done and what I should do, it st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill hurts me so bad. Things are easier said than done. And right now, i feel a lot of hatred and anger. That I cannot even afford to look at him. Not just because he broke up with me but also because, I saw him cuddling with someone else. In front of me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cess of our relationship, I might became selfish in the sense that I just thought about what I thought. Again, I failed to realize that he had his own way of taking our relationship. But it was something I wasn't able to understand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After our drinking session the past night, I came to realize a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Relationships should never be taken seriously. You should treat it as if it's just a game. You have to learn how to play with it otherwise, you will end up losing. No matter how you know that there is such a thing as a game of love (let's put it that way), if you don't in any way know how to handle it then you will still lose.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You should learn to accept the fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t that homo relationships are polygamous in nature. Partners will always be looking for someone else who they think can satisfy their needs. You just have to be ready for the possibility that your partner might be able to find someone who's better than you. Otherwise, you will be left alone, lonely and you cannot even rant about it because they will tell you... that's how it goes. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Patience is always a virtue. No matter how your partner will tell you how much he's into someone, you just have to be patient enough in keeping in mind that you're the legal one. And th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e other is just a fling? Or the other is just nothing? They might have some intimate moments together that might in the long run lead to another relationship, you just have to be patient again in thinking that what he has with the other is just nothing and that you are his partner - at this point of time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exploring is a normal thing. Like I did it when I was young. Younger partners tend to do that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is this... HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS ARE USELESS... NONSENSE!!! I understand that there's no such thing as a perfect relationship. But ours is terrible. NO security whatsoever. Or perhaps there is in some point but I think I just have not found someone who I share the same idea with what a relationship should be. Sometimes, having like a partner requires the same level of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; thinking. Otherwise, things will not work out the way you want it to be. You will end up crying and being hurt and being not the person that you should be. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have our own share of imperfection, opinion and take regarding relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this can be the right conclusion. But let me quote Kuya Edsel on this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just pray for someone to come along. If you've found someone, don't easily give in. It's a gradual process. Don't take things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too seriously. Just be cool. Just be who you are. Don't be too pressured of what's, how's and why's. Just let things be. Just let things be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Listening to Vanessa William's Save the Best for Last while writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of: http://images.google.com.ph/imgres?imgurl=http://4.bp.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKnty2tQSyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SLh0BQyJ_FI/s1600-h/sewing_a_broken_heart-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKnty2tQSyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SLh0BQyJ_FI/s320/sewing_a_broken_heart-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977499729480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-5393441724880873919?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/5393441724880873919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=5393441724880873919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5393441724880873919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/5393441724880873919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-10-lessons-about-love-i-hardly.html' title='Rant # 10: Lessons About Love I Can Hardly Accept'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKnty2tQSyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SLh0BQyJ_FI/s72-c/sewing_a_broken_heart-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6945987288056054848</id><published>2008-08-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:52:44.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Myself'/><title type='text'>My Profile No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKmUclqKLhI/AAAAAAAAACs/vChiN1Z7ewM/s1600-h/S6301764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKmUclqKLhI/AAAAAAAAACs/vChiN1Z7ewM/s320/S6301764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235879260661100050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="normtxt"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My G4M Profile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love to do a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="normtxt"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel. I  want to meet a lot of people, gain friends, experience new and weird  things and learn something out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know how to sing  and dance but I love doing them. People may not appreciate me if I'm gonna do it  but they are not my business. Singing and dancing just relieve my stresses and that's the most important thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to be a lawyer, doctor, actor, teacher, a dj, nurse,  pilot, scientist and what else? Yeah... I remembered myself wanting to become a  vendor in a public market as well, even janitor, security guard and the  like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with somebody. Somebody who can understand my  shortcomings, who can spend some boring moments with me, reply to all my text  messages and eat with me when Im hungry. Im looking for a lover, a friend that I  can call, a brother, dad and someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate complications. I  just simply live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I wanna do. But  unfortunately I can only be just one, I can do only one thing and I can only be  with one someone that I can live with for the rest of my life.&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/5973352766937011725-6945987288056054848?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6945987288056054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6945987288056054848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6945987288056054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6945987288056054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-profile-no-1.html' title='My Profile No. 1'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKmUclqKLhI/AAAAAAAAACs/vChiN1Z7ewM/s72-c/S6301764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-1699762135383759714</id><published>2008-08-16T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:14:54.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Rant # 9: Silence (Week 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided not to talk with him anymore. He told me he needs some space so I'm giving it to him. I chose this just so that both of us could move on. This is just my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never have an ex-boyfriend who became a friend after we broke up. For me, it doesn't make any sense. Why the hell should you be friends if you were badly hurt? That's not only nonsense. That's stupid. You're just fooling around with yourselves. I am not saying though that there can never be a chance for friendship. There will always be a chance. It's just that, the friendship will never be the same again. Or it might take a very very long while for the friendship to revive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I honestly have a hard time with everything. This was never been the case in my break ups before. Perhaps because, I was never living in with my ex-hookups unlike now that we live in just a roof, we work in just a company in just a shift. Too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to talk with him but I just can't afford. Thinking about what he did to me definitely prevents me from talking with him. I became so pathetic and he did not even bother to care about it. It's something that I cannot accept and forgive at this point of time. It's really sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the least that I can do is sigh and live as if he doesn't exist at all and as if I'm not hurt not to talk with him and thinking about how I still miss him knowing the fact that he so hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got this text message from a friend and I think this clearly reflects how I feel recently: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just when you've moved on thought you've finally gone far enough, something brings you to a touchstone. And that's when you've realized that LOVE HAS A HABIT OF COMING BACK EVENTHOUGH YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO FORGET THE PERSON YOU REALLY LOVE. Time will still be haunting you because THE MORE YOU HIDE YOUR FEELINGS, THE WORST PAIN YOU'LL GAIN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Writing this while listening to Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You)&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/5973352766937011725-1699762135383759714?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/1699762135383759714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=1699762135383759714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1699762135383759714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/1699762135383759714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-9-silence-week-1.html' title='Rant # 9: Silence (Week 1)'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7670763385354361893</id><published>2008-08-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:59:27.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Values'/><title type='text'>Rant # 8: My Cute Little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF5Qv9vq-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Pxb1-0LF0sU/s1600-h/ping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF5Qv9vq-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Pxb1-0LF0sU/s320/ping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597570641538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF4-X4LWnI/AAAAAAAAACU/EAT4nTMzFFE/s1600-h/ping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF4-X4LWnI/AAAAAAAAACU/EAT4nTMzFFE/s320/ping2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597254938090098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF5mDdDjfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hxe8g47tyt0/s1600-h/ping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF5mDdDjfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hxe8g47tyt0/s320/ping1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233597936650391026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We call her Pingping.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on December 25, 1999, she graduated Valedictorian when she was in Kindergarten. And she has been strong being able to maintain her academic status amidst the fact that she's not able to get all what she wants unlike her other classmates.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a young age, she has been exposed to the fact that life is not easy at all. She already understands that things have to be worked hard for before we can even get it. She saves money just for her to have something to spend during the city's festival. She always saves if she wants to buy something. Right now, it turns out that she has the biggest amount of savings among us siblings. I still actually owe her Php 500.00 and she doesn't even care asking me to have it paid or at least she's not telling me that I should pay her for that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves watching movie especially Harry Potter that she now speaks in English with the British Accent. She has memorized all the characters on the movie and their lines as well. She wants to converse about Harry Potter with my mom but Mom seems to be not so interested about it so she talks about it with us (her siblings). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been my mom's companion since all three of us left home for college. Mom would've been the loneliest mom in the world if not because of her. She's making mom smile in our absence and amidst hardship. They've been partners. She knows our family business' work arounds very well than us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, she loves to deal with people. She even tried to enter school politics which she made to win when she was in Grade 1. She failed though during her 2nd Grade when a politician's child ran against her. Unfortunately, we didn't have the kind of influence like that of the Politician nor my mom had enough resources to spend for Pingping's campaign. It doesn't really matter, we thought. She can still practice her leadership skill even when she didn't make to the school politics. The most important thing for us is she's able to study and excel in her academics. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taught her how to collect stickers, stationaries and stuff but so far, she's not able to collect because she's using them. We told her that we (me and my younger sister) used to collect stuff when we were at her age and she can do that as well as her hobby.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave her a phone. The phone was better than my older brother and younger sister and even mom's phone. They tried to borrow it but she declined because she said, 'it's hers' and I think she has a point. I can still remember her first text message to me. She said 'Ang ganda talaga ng bohol' (How beautiful Bohol is). I laughed because I just can't imagine it was our youngest sister who was texting me. It was her second time to go to Bohol after about 7 years since she she was still a year old when she first went there with us. And after 7 years as well, she was able to see daddy again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a happy child. She makes us happy and motivated to do more for our family. My mom, younger sister, and pingping's courage, determination and strength actually motivate me and inspire me so much.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love her so much. She's indeed the family's angel. We always wish the best of her.&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/5973352766937011725-7670763385354361893?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7670763385354361893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7670763385354361893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7670763385354361893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7670763385354361893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-8-my-cute-little-sister.html' title='Rant # 8: My Cute Little Sister'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKF5Qv9vq-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Pxb1-0LF0sU/s72-c/ping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-6288946079935064234</id><published>2008-08-12T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:32:20.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Blues'/><title type='text'>Rant # 7: Does God Exist? (From Addu's Forum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCzdUkwE6I/AAAAAAAAABs/x98j7ynuzk8/s1600-h/hand_of_god.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCzdUkwE6I/AAAAAAAAABs/x98j7ynuzk8/s320/hand_of_god.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233380083324949410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The mere fact that everything's moving or the mere fact that  there's life just means that God really exists. I think it has been already  cleared out in almost all of our religion subjects. It might be called  Allah or whatever... it's the same Person or same SOMEONE that we're worshiping with  -- IT'S THE FORCE THAT MADE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE NOT ONLY HERE ON EARTH BUT IN  THE WHOLE OF THE UNIVERSE IN GENERAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Atheists might have misunderstood  the concept of God that's why they have the hardest time believing in his  existence. Roman Catholic seemed to give God a picture of a Human being which  Atheists cannot in any way accept. Because for them, a human being cannot be considered as God. God is neither a mythical creature or a Human  Being. It has been pictured out that way just for Humans to satisfy their  imagination as to who or what made everything here on earth possible. But even  if he's pictured out like that doesn't mean that he's already a part of human's  imagination. The picture might be just an imagination but the concept of God is  not since THERE IS REALLY A FORCE THAT MAKES US LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just for me to  prove my point, WHY WON'T YOU EXPLAIN THE REASON WHY WE HAVE A HEART THAT  BEATS... WHAT MAKES IT BEATING... WHY OUR BODY IS DESIGNED THIS WAY... WHY DO WE  HAVE TO DRINK... WHAT MAKES US DO ALL THESE THINGS? If you can answer that  concretely and if you can answer that without someone having to answer that with  another WHAT'S AND WHY'S then you can be right in saying that GOD DOESNT EXIST  AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;THERE'S A FORCE -- YOU CAN CALL IT WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT...  BUT IT IS WHAT WE USUALLY CALL GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Picture Courtesy of: http://www.christ4u.net/images/uploads/hand_of_god.JPG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-6288946079935064234?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/6288946079935064234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=6288946079935064234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6288946079935064234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/6288946079935064234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-7-does-god-exist-from-addus-forum.html' title='Rant # 7: Does God Exist? (From Addu&apos;s Forum)'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCzdUkwE6I/AAAAAAAAABs/x98j7ynuzk8/s72-c/hand_of_god.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8915453265377592716</id><published>2008-08-12T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:47:52.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Sir'/><title type='text'>Rant # 6: Should Amoebas Be Given Rights As well?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCUx884BVI/AAAAAAAAABk/IIS8DRHVtQo/s1600-h/how_evil-mostevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCUx884BVI/AAAAAAAAABk/IIS8DRHVtQo/s320/how_evil-mostevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233346352900474194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might be thinking about giving rights for the actual amoeba. Forgive me for using this topic as a title but (I got it in our debate bible) I am just reminded of my debate life way back in college. I just can't believe how fun debating really is. You can just talk about anything and everything under the sun. Anyway, you might think of it as something nonsense or stupid but it's not. The topic actually is not about giving rights to actual amoeba but to some entities who act like amoeba killing a life. It depends on the the one who sets the debate. Amoeba can be those business people, politicians, crazy people, beggars and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, by amoeba I mean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. You're brother who always steals your money for his reason (I just hate my brother for this. He can actually save for his own. We share the same amount of weekly allowance so why does he have to steal. He's doing something and he's doing it against me. I shouldn't have starved in a part of my life if he just did not steal my money. Got it? See, I have my own needs and wants as well that I have satisfy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Your ex who told you 'I need space' when you actually gave him a lot of space and time for himself when you were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Your ex who told 'I need to find myself more' when he's not really lost to begin with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And your ex who told you 'I want to be back to my old self' as if you totally changed him and as if blaming you for not anymore the person that he was before when you did not even do anything to let him be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. And your ex who uses all those lines just to get rid of your relationship so that he can be with someone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Those who makes use of stealing to earn a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Your neighbors who can't do anything with their life than talk about how miserable your life is without even looking at how worst their's is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Your friend who told you how bad a person you are without even clarifying why (which makes you think being talked behind which I think is offensive)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And among others... (you can add up as many people as youw want)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are people as well. True. They ought to be respected. Not really. I think they should be given a little less amount of respect as they do not give you that as well. I still stick to the law of survival stating that, an eye for an eye... a tooth for a tooth.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though God encourages us to be forgiving and understanding especially to people who seem to be unaware of what they're doing, we have to admit... We are human beings as well with limitations and with emotions which have to be expressed and respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know there are a lot of rebuttals against this. I may sound bitter (that's true). All of you may not agree. But I think I also have a point. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, here's my take on those people: They exist. And no matter how I rant about them, they will still live and they will do whatever it is that they feel doing. Unfortunately, they co-exist with the so called good. So there's no way that they will be taken out from the picture of our lives. But they should not be living! They should not be given any rights in life whatsoever. But... They do. This is the least that I can do against them. Think like THEY ARE NOT LIVING ANYMORE!&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/5973352766937011725-8915453265377592716?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8915453265377592716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8915453265377592716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8915453265377592716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8915453265377592716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-6-should-amoebas-be-given-rights.html' title='Rant # 6: Should Amoebas Be Given Rights As well?'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SKCUx884BVI/AAAAAAAAABk/IIS8DRHVtQo/s72-c/how_evil-mostevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-8528266164364729266</id><published>2008-08-02T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:20.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>RANT # 5: THE PAINS OF LOVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJO0m88Z4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xFP6gLk_HuY/s1600-h/01030037_lovers_in_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229722173594788034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJO0m88Z4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xFP6gLk_HuY/s320/01030037_lovers_in_sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS FROM A YM CONVERSATION (I think it reflects how much painful love is.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVER 2: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE3 1: AAARRRGGHHH.... Nag emoticon ra ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVER 1: HMPF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVE 2: :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: Makahurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: HMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: Sige lang... I don't know when you're gonna say that to me again... Pero I'll wait. Cant force you this time if you dont really feel like saying that. That's good though. I rather want someone to keep his silence than say something he doesnt really mean. Basta Lover 2 ha... Just let me know if you're already falling out. I may not know how to take it or if i can really take it but... Just let me know so that i know exactly what to do next... Wala lang... Naga drama lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 2: Aw..Sige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: I can feel na you're comfortable being with others than being with me... And you're easily get irritated. I dont know kung part lang ni sa akong paranoia or you really intend to let me feel that way for your reasons... Or lahi lahi lang gyud tag interest. I really dont know. As much as I can, I really wanna act normally with you, as normal as we were before. But things are really different now. We're not the usual friends anymore. That's why I cant act normal na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 2: Ayaw pag drama wui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: Yeah... Sorry ha... Kung naga drama ku... Wala lang. gusto lang naku siya event out maski through ym... Coz i know i will never have a chance to say this personally. Wala lang... Basta. Just let me know. Dili pud ko gusto mag assume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOVER 1: Good morning diay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*END*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;picture courtesy=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hat.net/album/north_america/canada/british_columbia/vancouver/20040103_barrack_beach/01030037_lovers_in_sunset.jpg"&gt;http://www.hat.net/album/north_america/canada/british_columbia/vancouver/20040103_barrack_beach/01030037_lovers_in_sunset.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-8528266164364729266?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/8528266164364729266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=8528266164364729266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8528266164364729266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/8528266164364729266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-5-pains-of-loving.html' title='RANT # 5: THE PAINS OF LOVING'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJO0m88Z4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xFP6gLk_HuY/s72-c/01030037_lovers_in_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-7567870857959387465</id><published>2008-08-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:20.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>RANT # 4: ON NICOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMWfzNnHMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZngTb5AoYtc/s1600-h/nicole-subic-rape-%28AP%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229548327886331074" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMWfzNnHMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZngTb5AoYtc/s320/nicole-subic-rape-%28AP%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just had a debate against a fellow student about what happened on Nicole’s rape case. I was the pro-Nicole and he was the pro-American Soldiers. The debate really caused me to shake in anger as I had been so passionate about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It’s really so appalling to realize that a rape victim, amidst all the evidences there are, has to prove first his/her innocence before the court and the people. What is more appalling is that a Filipino leans ones side to the oppressors who are unfortunately aliens of this country and obviously are guilty of a crime even putting all the blame to the oppressed which in this case is Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He said that it was all Nicole’s fault simply because she put herself into that situation by simply going to the bar. If she should’ve stayed home, nothing might have happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I really found this argument very funny. We are entitled to be happy, to experience going to bars and the like. A lot of girls actually are going to bars and be with the guys they happen to meet there without even being raped and treated like that of Nicole. Nicole to begin with, didn’t expect that such will happen to her. Who would’ve thought of an honored American soldier to do such a thing especially to her? Not me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another thing that he told was, Nicole might love the idea of her being fucked by Smith and other American soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That is possible. But I don’t think she loves the idea of being left naked and unconscious on the road after being fucked. Even if let’s say, the activity was done with consent at first, we cannot forgive the kind of treatment Smith and company gave to Nicole after. A normal person cannot do that even. Just perverts can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And lastly, even prostitutes can be raped if Nicole really was a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is not just an issue of Nicole’s rape case but also an issue of national security and national independence. The VFA with the Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; is not doing anything good for our country already. We couldn’t anymore see the point of asking for military help from the Americans because we are not anymore in the battle against a country. This just aggravates the whole peace and order situation in our country especially that a lot of anti-America terrorists are hitting on us because we have this tie with the American government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What we need is actually political will to heal all the wounds we got from the colonization of our country and move on to a better, united and politically, socially, culturally, and even economically developed country. Not the American’s military assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nicole is but a victim. My pro-American opponent is also a victim of American-orientation. It’s good that at least, for the first time, an AMERICAN RAPIST has been convicted. I just hope all of these will finally come to an end. There will be no more Nicole anymore. The only way of doing it I guess is, scrap the root cause… scrap VFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Picture Courtesy of: &lt;a href="http://www.bulatlat.com/images/6-32/nicole-subic-rape-%28AP%29.jpg"&gt;http://www.bulatlat.com/images/6-32/nicole-subic-rape-(AP).jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-7567870857959387465?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/7567870857959387465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=7567870857959387465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7567870857959387465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/7567870857959387465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-4-on-nicole.html' title='RANT # 4: ON NICOLE'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMWfzNnHMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZngTb5AoYtc/s72-c/nicole-subic-rape-%28AP%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-2574591787203390840</id><published>2008-08-01T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:20.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>RANT # 3: TRAFFIC-CAUSING DEVICES INSTALLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMTxJaeRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GoETnNbDgY/s1600-h/push-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229545327368750130" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMTxJaeRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GoETnNbDgY/s320/push-button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of helping out ceasing traffic conditions, the newly installed traffic lights in its place are aggravating the whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This has been the blurbs of most drivers, commuters and even those who have with them private vehicles. Though it’s somehow good that the city government puts an effort in taking traffic situations in order but the fact that they cause so much delay definitely defeats its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As noticed, even if there are anymore no vehicles in an intersection the traffic light still signals “red” on the one. The vehicle at the other intersection could’ve just gone ahead than wait for the light to turn “green” because there are no vehicles crossing on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Perhaps, taking the lighter side of it, the Davaoenos are not just used to it as the traffic lights were gone for years. And what happened then was like a “patentero” where vehicles and pedestrians alike were mostly competing as to who would go first in the intersection and in a worse case scenario, there was a traffic enforcer facilitating the traffic. This was much easier because for one, you can just find some ways in getting rid of being stuck and two, the traffic enforcers could see the necessity to stop the flow of the other intersection and signal “go” to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But the problem with that is it is actually prone to a lot of street accidents – pedestrians and vhicles bumping and etcetera etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That’s the beauty of having the traffic light. There is a right time for everything – for the pedestrians and vehicles to cross. You need not compete as to who will go first the intersection, pedestrians will not also do the “patentero” stuff in crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It might cause us a lot of time traveling from one point to the other but it puts us away from a lot of street accidents. Which is better by the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of: &lt;a href="http://www.davaotraveler.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/push-button.jpg"&gt;http://www.davaotraveler.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/push-button.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-2574591787203390840?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/2574591787203390840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=2574591787203390840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2574591787203390840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/2574591787203390840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-3-traffic-causing-devices.html' title='RANT # 3: TRAFFIC-CAUSING DEVICES INSTALLED'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMTxJaeRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GoETnNbDgY/s72-c/push-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-707039452424743707</id><published>2008-08-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:20.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Being Socially Aware'/><title type='text'>RANT # 2: FACES OF FILIPINO RESILIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMAI01x2VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JccEHLmwCAA/s1600-h/mnlmanila20jeepney20jon4xe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229523743930440018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMAI01x2VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JccEHLmwCAA/s320/mnlmanila20jeepney20jon4xe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/img261.imageshack.us/img261/6859/mnlmanila20j..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Geloy and Nor have found their place next to home. It’s not in school where they should be educated, not even in church or in a normal workplace or office. Both in their 20’s, they’ve been comfortable shouting, talking with their colleagues, walking and running along the side streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;With dilapidated pair of shoes or slippers, torn clothes, grilled skin, dried hair and stinks, being soaked under the heat of the sun or chilliness of the rain and smoke will never matter. As long as they’re given five to ten pesos per jeep for a fee, that will do. As for Geloy, “I’ve seen the dire need of helping my family. I am only a highschool graduate so you can’t expect me to be employed in good businesses. After all, some of my friends are here too.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Both of them are ‘dispatchers’ or as they are called by some, ‘jeepney barkers.’ Their ‘career’ is to prey on passengers to jeepney drivers. Here, they need not acquire a college degree. All they have are courage to face people and convince them to have a ride on the jeep, voice to instruct passengers as to where they should take their ride and guts to ask for a ‘pocket terminal’ or the sort of service fee to the drivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was Friday, around 6:00 o’clock in the evening. In front of SM city in Ecoland, where jeepneys usually stop for 10 minutes or more to wait for passengers, there were Geloy and Nor together with some other dispatchers. They were busy picking on passengers. It was a peak-hour – passengers rushed on their way home, a bumper-to-bumper scenario of traffic, etc. Geloy was busy ‘escorting’ prospect passengers crossing the streets towards the jeepneys. Nor, on the other hand, was standing in front of the entrance of the jeep shouting for the route and asking one passengers and the others as to where they were heading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Both of them have other jobs though. For Geloy, he sometimes borrows his neighbors motorcycle to have it served as public utility vehicle. Nor has his plumbing. With three mouths to feed, Nor has to really find a way to cope with their daily expenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One day, as he was walking along the street of Ecoland a year ago, he saw some people dispatching which gave him the idea of entering into such too. As he put it, “My oldest child is still three years old and my youngest is still three months old. With only a highschool diploma at hand, dispatching is the easiest job to be in. So, I don’t care.”Nor however doesn’t want to be stocked in this lifestyle especially that he has dreams for his children. But for the meantime, as long as plumbing is not yet s stable, and as long as job opportunity is concerned, he will still be dispatching for the sake of additional income. While for Geloy, “Studying? That would be very impossible considering that we are so broke. I’m gaining so that’s ok for me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This reflects that fact the a lot of people are not given proper employment and social welfare program. It can be noted that In 2005, according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.cia.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, unemployment rate in the Philippines reached to about 12.2% with 40% total population below poverty line. With a high annual population growth, unequal distribution of resources, higher oil prices, inflations, and political turmoil, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.cia.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, has commented, “It will take a higher, sustained growth path to make appreciable progress in the alleviation of poverty.” That’s the mere reason why many people are trying to be resourceful, earning for a living in whatever ways that they can think ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On dispatching, the city government of Davao arrested some of the dispatchers before on the ground of violation against the Anti-Barking Ordinance. But, as stipulated in the ordinance, only those barkers who were using sound system such as megaphones would be penalized. So, they freed those dispatchers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;However, the city council has proposed and deliberated over the Anti-Dispatching Ordinance. This ordinance has not yet been approved. If ever, this can be the best weapon so that dispatchers will be penalized for their undue practices, if there is any. This threatens not only Gely and Nor but also their colleagues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But they are not just dispatchers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They are not just eye-sores or public disturbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“We are also of great help especially to those people who need to find their right route. We’re also helping elders and those who have lots of baggage, cross the streets,” Geloy proudly said. But more than that, “We are at the same time helping commuters who are victims of snatching. In fact, we have caught a couple of snatchers already,” Nor stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the end, they both concluded and agreed: Dispatching is better as compared with snatching or stealing. At least, they’re not only helping their families but also helping others in terms of street matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If there’s one thing very common to both of them, that would be their ‘smile’ amidst the fact that they are far less than the others economically speaking. This signifies their happy acceptance of where they are and hope that someday they’ll be able to have their lives be uplifted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While others are into making money out from internal organs of pigs or chicken, habal-habal, ukay-ukay, or any other sidelines, these people like Geloy and Nor are making use of their voice, strength and convince power in the streets through the jeepneys and passengers to be able to gain an income. That is indeed, only in the Philippines. “We have to be wise and tough enough for us to live. Dispatching violates nothing and we see it as a job that will provide us somehow with the things we need everyday,” both of them happily ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This case just shows one thing: FILIPINO RESILIENCE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-707039452424743707?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/707039452424743707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=707039452424743707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/707039452424743707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/707039452424743707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-2-faces-of-filipino-resilience.html' title='RANT # 2: FACES OF FILIPINO RESILIENCE'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJMAI01x2VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JccEHLmwCAA/s72-c/mnlmanila20jeepney20jon4xe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973352766937011725.post-955441758567525538</id><published>2008-08-01T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:37:20.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>RANT # 1: WHY DO WE HAVE TO LIE IF WE CAN SAY THE TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJIWDVTIX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zHtmvCMqJyc/s1600-h/kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229266363843370850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJIWDVTIX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zHtmvCMqJyc/s320/kit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A conversation over Yahoo Messenger on 6:14 AM 7/18/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BLUE: Pink, wherever you are in this world, there will always be lies lurking in your shadows. Lie co exists with truth. There can be no truth without lie. So you will have to accept the fact that you will encounter lies in some of your undertakings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK: Yeah. You're right. There will always be lies. And that makes life a little bit sad. And yes... I have to learn to accept the fact that it really exists and there's nothing that I can do about it. I can even do that myself. However, it's just sad if you realize that you've been a victim of so much lies in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE: No. What is actually sad is that you "consider" yourself as a victim. It reflects your way of thinking. Why not consider yourself as a receiver of experience and use these experiences as a tool that you can use in the future? If you have been a victim of so much lies in the world, did you ever really learn anything from them? It's sad to hear that you are constantly being harassed by lies. It shows that you never took a step forward at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK: The way you talk about it seems like you've already learned so much in life. That's great though. All the while I thought that I've already mastered the ART OF EVERYTHING IN LIFE. However, I still can say that I haven't learned so much yet coz I am still hurt so bad whenever I realize that things don't go for my favor. I think all people already know that it exists but we cannot really deny the fact it badly hurts and the least that we can do is RANT ABOUT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE: Come on. No one can master the art of life. If someone can, I would pity that person since s/he won't have anything to learn anymore. RANTING about your problems is actually not the least that you can do. It's what you prefer to do which I feel really sorry to hear from a cum laude. there are many ways and choices in life. The problem is, you chose the one you fear less...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of refuting all ur arguments is that I just simply want for you to change your status because it degrades my perception of you. You have so much in you that you have not grasped because u are blinded by darkness. Try to find the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK: HMMM... YEAH. Alright. So what would you do then if you realized that all the while someone tells you just a lie and you're already so attached with him/her to the point of doing some things that you cannot anymore take back. Moving on is another option but what we usually do on that situation is just simply rant as we cannot anymore turn back back the time and correct whatever we did in the past. THANKS FOR ENLIGHTENING ME THOUGH... IT REALLY HELPS A LOT SINCE AS OF THIS TIME, I ALREADY HAVE THIS HARD TIME BELIEVING TO WHATEVER IS SAID AND SHOWN TO ME BY A PERSON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot anymore distinguish what is true and not... My point here is this, we can actually tell the truth. Even just a little truth... Why do we have to lie? Why do we have to tell someone that we love him/her if you do not really love that person to begin with? It'll just make things very complicated and chaotic. It should've been not like that if one was just honest enough not say that word at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE: What you cannot correct in the past, you can make up for it in the future. I am so disappointed in you. I am thinking there is one person who tries to pull you down, and now you give up so easily. There is no point in helping you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are too much darkened from all the lust and greed that surrounds you. I had hoped for a better you after a year out of school. ACCEPTANCE is the KEY. That is all you need. Acceptance and the courage to move forward and love again. When you love again, there will be new obstacles that you will have to face. They will be new to you and you will have to embrace them again. That is the way of life that no one can master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK: GOT YOUR POINT. I'm sorry if i disappointed you. However, I think I'm not the person that you know. I'm so weak and can easily be fooled. I thought as well that I was strong enough to face everything given that I've been able to surpass the challenges that i had before. But i was wrong. I should learn to ACCEPT AND ACCEPT THAT no matter how I rant about things... No matter how i rant about lies, deception and all those stuff... They will still come my way. And you're right. There are a lot of things that i can do to cope with them. I HAVE TO ADMIT... Mastering the art of life i think is mastering the fact that no one CAN LIVE IT PERFECTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE: Mastering the art of life i think is mastering the fact that no one CAN LIVE IT PERFECTLY... That is a perfect statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5973352766937011725-955441758567525538?l=myshell17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/feeds/955441758567525538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5973352766937011725&amp;postID=955441758567525538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/955441758567525538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5973352766937011725/posts/default/955441758567525538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshell17.blogspot.com/2008/07/rant-1-why-do-we-have-to-life-if-we-can.html' title='RANT # 1: WHY DO WE HAVE TO LIE IF WE CAN SAY THE TRUTH'/><author><name>Lemuel Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635458126640763128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgO_2MIRdKo/SJIWDVTIX2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zHtmvCMqJyc/s72-c/kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
