<?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-3907532922184581277</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:17:15.762+08:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='funny'/><category term='organization'/><category term='books'/><category term='incidents'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='causes'/><category term='woman'/><category term='nature'/><category term='events'/><category term='environment'/><category term='art'/><category term='authors'/><category term='crimes'/><category term='personality'/><category term='tips'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='video'/><category term='allergy'/><category term='rant'/><category term='poems'/><category term='kids'/><category term='humor'/><category term='weather'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='meme'/><category term='exam'/><category term='hostage crisis'/><category term='business'/><category term='page rank'/><category term='personal'/><category term='election'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='Smartbro'/><category term='studies'/><category term='politics'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='fruits'/><category term='farm town'/><category term='games'/><category term='El Nino'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='disclosure policy'/><category term='bar exam'/><category term='movie'/><category term='boxing. Pacquiao vs. Margarito'/><category term='Zodiac'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Pinoy Big Brother'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='music and lyrics'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='history'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='painting'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Scribbling Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything Under the Sun</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2519532841491712513</id><published>2011-09-26T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:56:10.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Farm Town Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ONwiFw91GE/ToCCnCXtM7I/AAAAAAAAADw/J6EDOrkBCcI/s1600/farm+town1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ONwiFw91GE/ToCCnCXtM7I/AAAAAAAAADw/J6EDOrkBCcI/s400/farm+town1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my Farm 9 which I named Venus de Milo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Of all the games in Facebook, Farm Town created by Slashkey is the only game that I am so crazy about. &amp;nbsp; As of this writing, I am level 225 labeled as Gold Winner with &amp;nbsp;71, 630, 506 coins and 21 farm cash! &amp;nbsp;If &amp;nbsp;I could only cash out my earnings, I would have been a millionaire by now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For more yellow stories, click the badge below. &amp;nbsp;Happy Monday everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowMondayBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/MYM.jpg" /&gt;&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/3907532922184581277-2519532841491712513?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2519532841491712513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2519532841491712513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2519532841491712513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2519532841491712513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/farm-town-photo.html' title='Farm Town Photo'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ONwiFw91GE/ToCCnCXtM7I/AAAAAAAAADw/J6EDOrkBCcI/s72-c/farm+town1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-3395494237251233259</id><published>2011-09-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:38:06.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Historic Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This day, 39 years ago made a mark in the annals of &amp;nbsp;Philippine history when then President Ferdinand Edralin Marcos declared &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_law#Philippines"&gt;Martial Law&lt;/a&gt; by virtue of&lt;a href="http://www.lawphil.net/executive/proc/proc_1081_1972.html"&gt; Proclamation No. 1081&lt;/a&gt; placing the entire&amp;nbsp;country&amp;nbsp;under martial rule. &amp;nbsp;It lasted until 1981. &amp;nbsp;I consider myself a martial law baby since I was born during its existence. &amp;nbsp;Since I was very young at that time, I have never felt how difficult it was for the Filipino people but reading about Ninoy and his plight to regain democracy again from the dictatorial regime&amp;nbsp;of Marcos and the numerous human rights violation made me understand what it was all about. &amp;nbsp;It was years of abuse of power and oppression. &amp;nbsp;But thanks to the sacrifice of one man, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benigno_Aquino,_Jr."&gt;Ninoy Aquino&lt;/a&gt;, the man labeled by Jovito Salonga as "the best president we never had." &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Democracy was once again restored and that is why I am enjoying its fruits up to this moment.&amp;nbsp; With that freedom, I was given the choice to do what I want with my life, pursue what I want, say what I want.&amp;nbsp; For this reason, I am able to enjoy things like blogging. Under the democratic regime, my right to self expression was once again protected and guaranteed by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lawphil.net/consti/cons1987.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benigno_Aquino,_Jr."&gt;Senator Benigno Aquino, Jr&lt;/a&gt;. for the legacy of freedom that I am enjoying.&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/3907532922184581277-3395494237251233259?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3395494237251233259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=3395494237251233259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3395494237251233259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3395494237251233259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/historic-date.html' title='Historic Date'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2127786021491470880</id><published>2011-09-21T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:30:02.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150497375015484"&gt;very cute video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-2127786021491470880?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2127786021491470880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2127786021491470880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2127786021491470880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2127786021491470880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2539140730369921691</id><published>2011-09-19T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:34:12.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Midterm Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Midterm Examination is here again. &amp;nbsp;It was just a month ago that I took our trinal examination. &amp;nbsp;Time flies so fast. &amp;nbsp;it would be finals again before I knew it. &amp;nbsp;I wish to survive this semester with satisfactory grades. &amp;nbsp;Midterms officially started last Saturday with my Shariah subject. &amp;nbsp;I am now on my second day (Criminal Procedure). &amp;nbsp;Two down and five subjects more to go. &amp;nbsp;I hope I can pass all my examinations. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This afternoon before I went to school, I touched the tummy of my two pregnant&amp;nbsp;office mates&amp;nbsp;while joking that if I would get a perfect score in my Crim Pro and Negotiable Instruments subjects, I will treat them to a free lunch. &amp;nbsp; Well, it won't hurt if I would really get a perfect score hehe. &amp;nbsp; I am not expecting to get that, I only wish to pass all my subjects but if God wills that I would get that elusive perfect score, it would be a big bonus for all my hard work. &amp;nbsp;It is not a big deal anyway, passing is already enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is all for tonight guys, I have to go back to review my lessons in preparation for my Negotiable Instruments Law exam tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Good luck to me!&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/3907532922184581277-2539140730369921691?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2539140730369921691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2539140730369921691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2539140730369921691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2539140730369921691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/midterm-week.html' title='Midterm Week'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-1376246908701107488</id><published>2011-05-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:49:07.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Months had passed before I decided to post something new here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;News of Osama Bin Laden's death is everywhere. &amp;nbsp;A lot of people especially US citizens are rejoicing. &amp;nbsp;After almost ten years since 9/11, the perpetrator was killed. &amp;nbsp;There are also who sympathized with him. &amp;nbsp;For them he is a martyr. &amp;nbsp;Okay, so Bin Laden is dead, so what is next? &amp;nbsp;Surely, it won't end the terrorism. &amp;nbsp;A retaliation is possible that is why tight security measures are implemented, even in a city as small as ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This morning while I was on my way to work, I passed by the Immaculate Conception Cathedral, I saw a lot of policemen in its surrounding area. &amp;nbsp;It was once a target of bombing here in Cotabato City. &amp;nbsp;I was a few meters away from the church when the bomb exploded. &amp;nbsp;I may have been late for the mass but my tardiness on that fateful Sunday morning saved me from possible injury I would have endured if I was inside the church when the explosion happened. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also passed by the bishop's palace. It too was guarded by the Philippine marines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up late today with the gloomy weather greeted me. &amp;nbsp;I was in no mood to get up because of the weather. I really wanted to stay in bed and sleep for the whole day, however, we have a scheduled hearing in the afternoon and I have some pending task to do. &amp;nbsp;Oh I hate so much when it rains and I have to go to work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When the afternoon came, hearing was cancelled as the lawyers are on travel. &amp;nbsp;I was really tempted to go home early as the weather makes me want to stay in my warm bed. &amp;nbsp;I was so happy when the time to go home has come. &amp;nbsp;I immediately took all my things and went home straight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I arrived home, there is my bed inviting me to lie down. &amp;nbsp; I wasted no time, I grabbed my book and spent the rest of the afternoon reading until dinner time. &amp;nbsp;I love the rain; only when I am not going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-1376246908701107488?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1376246908701107488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=1376246908701107488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1376246908701107488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1376246908701107488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-5348542553140489043</id><published>2011-02-23T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:29:49.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Law Days, etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is so cold outside.&amp;nbsp; The sun never show itself the whole day.&amp;nbsp; It is one of those days that I want to go to bed and sleep the whole day.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know if there is still a low pressure area in the Philippine archipelago.&amp;nbsp; I am not a weather forecaster so I just don’t give a care.&amp;nbsp; The music being played on the radio is tempting me to close my eyes and to divert my attention, I think of things that happened last week and this is what I want to share to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We had our law days from February 18-21, 2011.&amp;nbsp; It started with the academic contest on the evening of February 18.&amp;nbsp; We finished third place.&amp;nbsp; Not bad for us freshmen.&amp;nbsp; We will try to do better next year.&amp;nbsp; Saturday was for pinoy games and sadly, I was not able to attend because I have to go home to be with my niece as we are celebrating her birthday.&amp;nbsp; I would really want to participate however I can’t let my niece have her birthday without me since her mother is in Manila so I assume her role to be Erin’s temporary mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Last Monday, I really made it sure to come as it is the highlight of the law days, the socio-cultural show.&amp;nbsp; We had the Mr. and Ms. Lawyer’s Look.&amp;nbsp; Our male participant got all the minor awards and our female participant got the best in executive attire.&amp;nbsp; They garnered the second runner-up award.&amp;nbsp; We were first place in the singing contest but got last in unplugged competition (for lack of preparation I guess).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all the points for all events were summed up, we landed on the third place.&amp;nbsp; Not bad.&amp;nbsp; However, there were just this people who want to see us at the bottom.&amp;nbsp; I think they are our haters who don’t want our presence in the college of law.&amp;nbsp; Well guys, we are still ahead of you.&amp;nbsp; Just accept the fact that eventhough we are just neophyte, we will survive all obstacles and challenges.&amp;nbsp; You can never put us down.&amp;nbsp; Just deal with the insecurity that you feel towards us because we will always fight. &amp;nbsp;No matter what you do, we are still better than you.&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/3907532922184581277-5348542553140489043?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5348542553140489043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=5348542553140489043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5348542553140489043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5348542553140489043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/law-days-etc.html' title='Law Days, etc'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-1465978971650646879</id><published>2011-02-23T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:26:45.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disclosure policy'/><title type='text'>My Disclosure Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is a personal blog written by me.&amp;nbsp; For your questions, you can reach me at scribblingmoments(@)gmail dot com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This blog contains my personal experiences but from time to time, I accept different forms of cash advertising, sponsorship, paid insertions or other forms of compensation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I am compensated to review products, services, websites and other various topics but this however does not affect the honesty of my opinion about my experience with a certain product or service.&amp;nbsp; Whatever view I put here is purely my own.&amp;nbsp; Any product claim, statistic, quote or other representation about a product or service should be verified with the manufacturer, provider or party in question&lt;/span&gt;&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/3907532922184581277-1465978971650646879?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1465978971650646879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=1465978971650646879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1465978971650646879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1465978971650646879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-disclosure-policy.html' title='My Disclosure Policy'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4510386520175892759</id><published>2011-02-14T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:38:42.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Scribbling Moments Turns 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/588/588818bxvjhr877l.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This blog is now one year old. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad to have survived my first year. &amp;nbsp;Last year, I decided to start it during Chinese New Year that also happened to be Valentine's Day. &amp;nbsp; To all my blogger friends and those who care to visit, thank you very much guys. &amp;nbsp;For those interested to see my first entry, just click &lt;a href="http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/scribbling-my-way-second-time-around.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/u.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/s.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/h.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/i.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know where to go with a doubt&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/3907532922184581277-4510386520175892759?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4510386520175892759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4510386520175892759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4510386520175892759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4510386520175892759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/scribbling-moments-turns-1.html' title='Scribbling Moments Turns 1'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4137080445899194596</id><published>2011-02-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:07:40.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday: Sponge Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-oL-l0AJ0/TVknziivb0I/AAAAAAAAADo/6j70vuBVgJQ/s1600/GEDC0668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-oL-l0AJ0/TVknziivb0I/AAAAAAAAADo/6j70vuBVgJQ/s400/GEDC0668.JPG" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sponge Bob screaming! &amp;nbsp;Caught in the act!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My Sponge Bob container, a freebie from Mister Donut when I bought Smidgets ;) &amp;nbsp;For more interesting yellow stories, click the badge below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/imagephp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3907532922184581277-4137080445899194596?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4137080445899194596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4137080445899194596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4137080445899194596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4137080445899194596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/mellow-yellow-monday-sponge-bob.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday: Sponge Bob'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-oL-l0AJ0/TVknziivb0I/AAAAAAAAADo/6j70vuBVgJQ/s72-c/GEDC0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4270840869443564367</id><published>2011-02-13T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:50:23.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Mandy's Latest Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWuTU0vH2DM/TVdM9kuhuxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_GC-QayzK3Y/s1600/MANDY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWuTU0vH2DM/TVdM9kuhuxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_GC-QayzK3Y/s400/MANDY.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 41 day-old niece Mandy smiling.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c76PlDlxBaE/TVdNUbeTkyI/AAAAAAAAADg/MAFvU3hRpNw/s1600/mandy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c76PlDlxBaE/TVdNUbeTkyI/AAAAAAAAADg/MAFvU3hRpNw/s400/mandy2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no doubt, she got our eyes ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/u.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/s.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/h.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/doll/i.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-4270840869443564367?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4270840869443564367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4270840869443564367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4270840869443564367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4270840869443564367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-mandys-latest-pictures.html' title='Baby Mandy&apos;s Latest Pictures'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWuTU0vH2DM/TVdM9kuhuxI/AAAAAAAAADc/_GC-QayzK3Y/s72-c/MANDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-534973808352444927</id><published>2011-02-13T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:35:43.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Musing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It’s 1 a.m. and I am still awake.&amp;nbsp; I can’t go to sleep no matter how hard I tried.&amp;nbsp; I picked up my book to study but there is nothing I can grasp.&amp;nbsp; It’s frustrating! I got tired and bored so I started blog walking; a favorite past time that I have not done in a long time.&amp;nbsp; 1 day more to go and this blog will turn one year old. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What has it achieved? In less than two months of existence, it got Page Rank 3 however for some unknown reason it went back to 0; I was so sad when it happened.&amp;nbsp; Well, Page Rank or none, it’s ok.&amp;nbsp; Nothing and nobody can hinder me from writing down what I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our Law Days will be next week and so is my niece’s (Erin) birthday.&amp;nbsp; She will be turning one year-old on the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her mother being away, it is my job to be a mother for a day to my baby, my niece.&amp;nbsp; It hurts me to leave my classmates in the middle of our activities but my niece needs me.&amp;nbsp; I may be single but my nephew and my two nieces are my babies.&amp;nbsp; The other day, EJ melted my heart again by singing his nursery songs via Skype.&amp;nbsp; He is a very naughty kid.&amp;nbsp; My sister is having a hard time with him.&amp;nbsp; He can speak words with clarity now.&amp;nbsp; He is growing so fast without me realizing it.&amp;nbsp; It was just like yesterday that I am still carrying him since he can’t walk.&amp;nbsp; He is turning into a very naughty boy.&amp;nbsp; If only he is with me, I would kiss him non-stop until he cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, sleepiness steps in.&amp;nbsp; I can close my eyes now.&amp;nbsp; Till next time guys.&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/3907532922184581277-534973808352444927?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/534973808352444927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=534973808352444927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/534973808352444927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/534973808352444927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/early-morning-musing.html' title='Early Morning Musing'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2778564354013549620</id><published>2011-02-07T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:16:22.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>All About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of February.&amp;nbsp; As I always say, time flies so fast.&amp;nbsp; We already shed the January page of the calendar but I have yet to shed off my excess baggage from the holidays.&amp;nbsp; But I am not here to talk about my flab.&amp;nbsp; I like to talk about love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In my religion class way back in high school, I was taught about the different facets of love. The first one is Eros.&amp;nbsp; It is a romantic love; the love we feel towards opposite sex like the one we feel towards our girlfriend or boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; The second one is Phileo or brotherly love.&amp;nbsp; It is the kind of love that we feel towards our family and friends.&amp;nbsp; The third one is Agape, the best of all love.&amp;nbsp; This is the deepest love of all as it involves self-sacrifice for the sake of others.&amp;nbsp; It is the kind of love God has for the humanity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What is love for me?&amp;nbsp; When I held my nephew EJ in my arms for the first time, I felt something inside me that’s so overwhelming it overflows to my eyes.&amp;nbsp; The moment I kissed his small cheeks made me feel what real love is.&amp;nbsp; It grew more intense when his small hand grasped my finger like everything depends on me.&amp;nbsp; I never knew I am capable of that love.&amp;nbsp; Up to now, he never fails to melt my heart.&amp;nbsp; He inspires me.&amp;nbsp; Biologically, he is not my son but deep in my heart, EJ will be my baby forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;These following quotations about love also inspire me the most.&amp;nbsp; The first one is from chapter 13 of the book of 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Corinthians which states:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And this one is from the movie &lt;/span&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 1.0in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do I need to say more? I don't think so. &amp;nbsp;Happy heart's month everyone. &amp;nbsp;Be happy and stay full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-2778564354013549620?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2778564354013549620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2778564354013549620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2778564354013549620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2778564354013549620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-about-love.html' title='All About Love'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4279492704531544554</id><published>2011-02-07T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:10:34.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Changing my FB Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just for the sheer joy of it, I changed my relationship status in Facebook from single to in a relationship.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know what went through my mind but together with my sister, we conspired to do it and see who will be the first to react.&amp;nbsp; As what I have expected, I was bombarded with questions coming from my classmates and friends.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing boisterously just reading their comments and messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/3907532922184581277-4279492704531544554?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4279492704531544554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4279492704531544554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4279492704531544554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4279492704531544554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-my-fb-status.html' title='Changing my FB Status'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-1287689473692991119</id><published>2010-12-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:49:49.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='causes'/><title type='text'>I Support Anti-child Abuse Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VUeIn_uermQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Last Friday, I wondered why my officemates were so busy changing their profile picture in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I thought it was just a new Facebook craze and everybody wants to join the “in” thing.&amp;nbsp; I never took it seriously until I saw this very sad and touching video.&amp;nbsp; I changed my profile picture on Friday night to show my support.&amp;nbsp; This may not stop the abusive parents or adults from hurting children but this small step would bring awareness that this horrible reality has to stop.&amp;nbsp; Children are angels.&amp;nbsp; They should be nurtured and protected.&amp;nbsp; They are helpless and need constant guidance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am lucky to have loving parents that took care of me from childhood up to the time that I was able to stand on my own.&amp;nbsp; This made me appreciate the childhood I had.&amp;nbsp; I may have not enjoyed the luxury of material things but I was so blessed to have parents who showered me with so much love and affection and taught me to appreciate the simplicity.&amp;nbsp; Not all kids are as lucky as me so I did my small part to help these unfortunate children with their plight to stop this horrendous reality.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;How about you?&amp;nbsp; I am sure you are a Facebook user like me.&amp;nbsp; Did u change your profile picture?&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/3907532922184581277-1287689473692991119?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1287689473692991119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=1287689473692991119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1287689473692991119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1287689473692991119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-support-anti-child-abuse-campaign.html' title='I Support Anti-child Abuse Campaign'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VUeIn_uermQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8626136064387585031</id><published>2010-12-02T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:37:13.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>A Working Student's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hello guys! How are you all?&amp;nbsp; It has been a long time since I was here.&amp;nbsp; I have been very busy as always with work and studies (hmmm…the irresponsible me).&amp;nbsp; I am sorry.&amp;nbsp; I am reading a case for my Constitutional Law subject tomorrow night.&amp;nbsp; I am in the middle of reading one of our assigned cases (Bautista vs. Juinio G.R. No. L-50908 January 31, 1984) and then I got bored and feel sleepy so I have to stop reading.&amp;nbsp; I can’t force myself to read anymore as it is just a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; I won’t understand everything already if I force myself to read.&amp;nbsp; I decided to blog for a few minutes to divert my attention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I feel tired and I want to sleep already.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I will just continue reading tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night, I set my cellphone’s alarm at 3 a.m. but for some reason, it did not go off.&amp;nbsp; It was already 6 a.m. when I woke up.&amp;nbsp; It is so frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I am still having difficulty waking up in the morning but I do not have a choice.&amp;nbsp; I can’t study during daytime as I am working the whole day.&amp;nbsp; I do not have the luxury of time.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, I envy my classmates who are full time students.&amp;nbsp; They have time on their side. They can study whenever they want.&amp;nbsp; I want to think that this is the happiest month but when I think of the upcoming trinal exams I forget all my reasons to be happy.&amp;nbsp; I have six subjects and I do not know how to divide my time between studies and work.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I only sleep for four or five hours.&amp;nbsp; I do not know if it is still healthy but this is the best thing to do for the moment.&amp;nbsp; It was a good thing that I do not have a class in my last period in tonight’s class so I was able to go home early.&amp;nbsp; I got time to read my assigned cases and of course update my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;By the way my friend is talking about Inaul Fashion show next week.&amp;nbsp; I will just share some pictures here for you to have an idea what it is all about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good night guys.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-8626136064387585031?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8626136064387585031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8626136064387585031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8626136064387585031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8626136064387585031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/working-students-life.html' title='A Working Student&apos;s Life'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-5733046466432414266</id><published>2010-11-14T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:29:23.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing. Pacquiao vs. Margarito'/><title type='text'>Free Pacquiao-Margarito Fight Live Video Streaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hey guys, my cousin send me a link where to watch the fight online.&amp;nbsp; I am sure you will enjoy it like I do. Just click &lt;a href="http://entertainmenow.net/channel2.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://onepinoytv.blogspot.com/2010/08/mma-boxing-tv.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Whichever you feel suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Good luck Pacman.&amp;nbsp; We are so proud of you.&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/3907532922184581277-5733046466432414266?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5733046466432414266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=5733046466432414266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5733046466432414266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5733046466432414266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-pacquiao-margarito-fight-live.html' title='Free Pacquiao-Margarito Fight Live Video Streaming'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4902697719764573993</id><published>2010-10-29T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:38:23.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Marines are Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was weeks ago that I was wishing for them to come.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad my prayer was answered as they are here now.&amp;nbsp; I feel secure now.&amp;nbsp; They have helped maintain the peace and order here a few years ago I hope they can make the same feat again.&amp;nbsp; The situation here has stabilized a bit.&amp;nbsp; The killings stopped.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know about the robbery but so far, I have not heard about it anymore.&amp;nbsp; Are the criminals afraid of the marines?&amp;nbsp; I hope so.&amp;nbsp; Now I can go home without fear already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good thing we have a mayor with strong political will.&amp;nbsp; He employed the help of these brave guys despite the opposition of some of the members of the city council.&amp;nbsp; I do not know why others are opposed to the coming of marines here.&amp;nbsp; They have not done any human rights violation the last time they were here.&amp;nbsp; They were so courteous when they inspect the vehicles going in and out of the city.&amp;nbsp; So I do not see any reason for not letting them stay here again.&amp;nbsp; For so long as you are a law abiding citizen, there is no reason for you to be afraid of the authorities as they are here to protect the people and not just the interest of the few.&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/3907532922184581277-4902697719764573993?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4902697719764573993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4902697719764573993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4902697719764573993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4902697719764573993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/marines-are-here.html' title='The Marines are Here'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7608476460276163126</id><published>2010-10-21T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:48:15.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Semester Break Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; After two grueling weeks of not being able to sleep, now I can say that I can finally relax my tired mind and body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I had my last exam earlier in Political Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It feels like I am in heaven right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Although the feeling is not absolute happiness as I still have to pass 30 digested cases in Criminal Law on Tuesday and 4 digested cases in Statutory Construction; deadline will be on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The last requirement was given to us only yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was just an afterthought of the professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; And I am laboring on it right now but since my hand is aching, I had to stop writing for a while because you know guys; I have to do it handwritten on a long coupon bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t like writing in a coupon bond as it has no lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My words will get as high as the peak of Mt. Apo without the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wished that she let us write it on yellow pad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am more comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well, anyway I am not the boss so I have to follow the instruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am thinking of a worry-free semester break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have plans of going to General Santos next weekend to buy books for the second semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have to read in advance to prepare myself for the battle as my professor in Criminal Law 2 would be no less than the Dean himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know of his reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have heard stories like when one of his students was not able to answer during a recitation he told the student to look outside the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Their conversation more or less went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Look outside the window, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nothing sir because it is very dark outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; That is your future in the college of law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See, how embarrassing that might be on the student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; If I am that student, I would have killed myself in front of him due to humiliation hehehe... I don’t know if it really happened but a lot of students say the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So I think this not just an urban legend, it really happened in the past.&amp;nbsp; I would need more than just luck next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I need your prayers.&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/3907532922184581277-7608476460276163126?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7608476460276163126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7608476460276163126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7608476460276163126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7608476460276163126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/semester-break-here-i-come.html' title='Semester Break Here I Come'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4297237317295041228</id><published>2010-10-16T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:58:29.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Another Allergy Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been trying to sleep for four hours now but with no success.  I do not feel good at all.  My neck starts to feel itchy then my ears look very red.  The itchiness goes down to my back and arms and then I feel my face starts to thicken and I feel tightness inside my chest.  Oh my God, this is the moment that I hated most.  This is a manifestation that I am having another allergy attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When this reality dawned to me, I immediately scratch my arm to make the rashes visible.  I would rather that it would manifest outside my body than have it inside.  I was told that it is dangerous to internal organs especially the heart as it would inflame it and it causes the tightness that a person under allergy attack feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am thinking what triggers it again.  I have not eaten anything unusual today except for a bar of chocolate.  I am not allergic to chocolate as far as I know only with danggit and crabs.  These two happens to be my favorite food.  It breaks my heart to think I can’t have them when I want to.  When I was working in a private company, crabs used to be always present in our menu when we have our meeting.  I do not worry about allergy attack since I always bring antihistamine with me.  Speaking of it, I groped for it inside my bag only to be appalled because the pocket where I put my medicine was empty.  I immediately searched inside my ever reliable Power Puff Girls container.  I was greatly relieved to find two precious tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually, I am feeling drowsy now.  It is the effect of that medicine.  My body still feels very itchy but I am patient to wait for the medicine to take its full effect.&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/3907532922184581277-4297237317295041228?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4297237317295041228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4297237317295041228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4297237317295041228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4297237317295041228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-allergy-attack.html' title='Another Allergy Attack'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-1446896910699043775</id><published>2010-10-14T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:02:00.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Overcoming an Obstacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--INFOLINKS_OFF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=502012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fnmeda.org%2Fconsumers%2Flocate-a-dealer%2Fdefault.aspx" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt;. All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is a sad fact that some of our fellow human beings are born with physical infirmities.&amp;nbsp; Everyday as I go to work, I always notice some of them on the road making a living despite the difficulty of doing it. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also have a classmate in college who was born without legs.&amp;nbsp; He is just so lucky to have friends who carry him everyday he goes to class who happened to be in the third floor of the building but his physical condition did not stop him from his quest of getting a degree.&amp;nbsp; He graduated, got a job and proved to the world that he can do it like anybody who has a complete set of limbs. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His courage is worth emulating.&amp;nbsp; This inspiring person does not deserve the difficulty he had experienced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why NMEDA exists for persons like him. &amp;nbsp;It is a non-profit trade association that aims to make life easier for people with infirmities through educating the consumers about products from a NMEDA qualified dealer since 1989.&amp;nbsp; This association is composed of mobility dealers, manufacturers and rehabilitation professionals that adhere to the safety standards of the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.&amp;nbsp; They support the goal of providing safe, modified and reliable vehicles to give convenience to disabled persons.&amp;nbsp; Their member manufacturers and dealers produce and sell handicap vans and modified the same for disabled persons.&amp;nbsp; They customize these vans depending on the needs of every disabled person, helping them do things on their own without or with minimum assistance only thereby relieving their caregiver or family of the hassle of attending to their needs most of the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=502012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fnmeda.org%2Fconsumers%2Flocate-a-dealer%2Fdefault.aspx" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;does not focus on disabled persons only but also on the elderly.&amp;nbsp; The products of a NMEDA dealer help improves their mobility making them independent and do things on their own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why choose NMEDA?&amp;nbsp; This is for the reason that it has Quality Assurance Program (QAP) dealers that is only recognized accreditation program for the Adaptive Mobility Equipment Industry.&amp;nbsp; This program sticks to the principle of satisfying customers through a systematic and documented approach to quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Visit nmeda.org to know qualified dealers near your location and help our disabled love ones gain the road to independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=502012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fnmeda.org%2Fconsumers%2Flocate-a-dealer%2Fdefault.aspx" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit my sponsor: NMEDA" border="0" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=502012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_green_three.png" style="border: 0pt none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--INFOLINKS_OFF--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-1446896910699043775?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1446896910699043775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=1446896910699043775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1446896910699043775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1446896910699043775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/overcoming-obstacle.html' title='Overcoming an Obstacle'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8570350321533894755</id><published>2010-10-11T06:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:09:00.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday:  My Classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDuM3FX6LI/AAAAAAAAACs/r96J6rS_mTU/s1600/GEDC2648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDuM3FX6LI/AAAAAAAAACs/r96J6rS_mTU/s400/GEDC2648.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a while since I last posted an entry for Mellow Yellow Monday.&amp;nbsp; Once again, I am back.&amp;nbsp; I took this picture last Saturday after our seminar on Persons and Values, one of our subjects this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read what other people have to say. Just click the badge below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowMondayBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/MYM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-8570350321533894755?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8570350321533894755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8570350321533894755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8570350321533894755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8570350321533894755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/mellow-yellow-monday-my-classmates.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday:  My Classmates'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDuM3FX6LI/AAAAAAAAACs/r96J6rS_mTU/s72-c/GEDC2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8060140920121635843</id><published>2010-10-09T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:27:50.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes'/><title type='text'>Send in the Marines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The peace and order is getting worse.&amp;nbsp; The criminals are having a field day these days.&amp;nbsp; Two weeks ago, a nurse was gang raped and last night, another Chinese businesswoman was kidnapped and her driver and escort were shot to death and not to mention the killings that happen almost everyday.&amp;nbsp; I am getting desperate.&amp;nbsp; The crime rate is escalating to an unbelievable rate. &amp;nbsp;We are living in a culture of fear and continue to live like nothing happened.&amp;nbsp; All we can do is sigh and watch the events as they unfold and hope that it will be the last. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really want to leave this place.&amp;nbsp; A month ago, my friend’s family business was robbed and until now, it still remains unsolved.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, the Secretary of Justice, Sec. Leila De Lima herself went here&amp;nbsp; to meet with the prosecutors.&amp;nbsp; Everytime I heard this news of crimes, my heart sank but I cannot do anything about it.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I live in fear that somebody might snatch my bag or my cellphone. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, I already became a victim of pick pocketing.&amp;nbsp; I hope nothing worse would happen again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoever calls this place a City of Peace is crazy, this is a city of crimes. Oh please God, send in the Marines!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&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/3907532922184581277-8060140920121635843?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8060140920121635843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8060140920121635843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8060140920121635843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8060140920121635843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/send-in-marines.html' title='Send in the Marines'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-3609708841421783002</id><published>2010-09-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:25:34.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My Day at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went home tired from working all day.&amp;nbsp; My shoulders hurt.&amp;nbsp; I really want to go to school to attend my classes but unfortunately, I feel so dead tired.&amp;nbsp; I texted my friend and asked if we have class.&amp;nbsp; So fortunate of me because we do not have classes in both of my two subjects tonight.&amp;nbsp; Now I can relax my body and take a nap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow will be another day of struggle to finish my task before the deadline comes.&amp;nbsp; I wish I can tell you about it but since it is work related, it has to be confidential.&amp;nbsp; I cannot divulge the details.&amp;nbsp; Sorry guys.&amp;nbsp; But I can tell you that from time to time, I witness a lot of corrupt people in my line of work.&amp;nbsp; I am very lucky because I have a boss who does not approve of this incurable disease of our society.&amp;nbsp; Corruption is our country is as famous as Manny Pacquiao in the boxing world.&amp;nbsp; It is very disappointing.&amp;nbsp; Just this afternoon, I overheard her admonishing the person because of his “proposal” in exchange for a favor to be bestowed on their part.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If only all the government heads are like her, maybe there would be no such thing as corruption in the Philippines.&amp;nbsp; &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/3907532922184581277-3609708841421783002?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3609708841421783002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=3609708841421783002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3609708841421783002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3609708841421783002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-day-at-work.html' title='My Day at Work'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8673636297466626792</id><published>2010-09-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:32:53.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just done with my Criminal Law exam for midterm.  The MCQs are quite harder than essay.  This will be the format of the bar exam next year.  One of my professors said that the bar will be 60% MCQs and 40% essay.  Wow, this is kind of hard.  You cannot just choose as all of the choices are plausible enough to believe as the right answer.  The MCQs gave me a headache actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s a good thing I don’t have an exam tomorrow.  I have a lot of time to do my papers on Legal Research and Foundation of Laws subjects.  As of the moment, I try to relax and my idea of relaxing is playing a Frontier Ville on Facebook.  This is the only game I play since June.  This is some sort of deviation to entertain myself and forget for a while the rigors of studying and working.  I am sort of living a double life being an employee by day and a student at night.  And oh this reminds me, I have to get copies of the latest COMELEC Resolutions for our exclusion cases set on September 15, 2010 after the Ramadan.  I also have to look for some books that I would need in some of my subjects.    I am getting impatient too.  My sister has not yet bought the book that I would use in my political law.   Actually, I already have one but unfortunately, I feel like the author is from another planet that I do not get what he says.  I want to have a book of an author that I am most comfortable with and that’s Rolando Suarez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I have to stop now.  I am getting sleepy and I am running out of things to say today.  Good night guys.&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/3907532922184581277-8673636297466626792?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8673636297466626792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8673636297466626792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8673636297466626792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8673636297466626792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7162290576898312291</id><published>2010-08-28T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:46:26.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostage crisis'/><title type='text'>An Appeal to the People of Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to start this by apologizing to the family of the victims of the unfortunate hostage drama that took place last August 23, 2010.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since the incident happened, I could hear nothing but our top people blaming each other for what happened.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For this, I want you to know that I am not happy for what these people are doing. However, I was not there so it is not for me to pass any judgment on who was at fault as I am not an expert as most of us are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We are all humans and as such, all of us share the feelings that every human is capable of.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are all capable of feeling anger if we witness that our fellowmen are being subjected to atrocities.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I understand your emotion and I sympathize and pray for your loved ones who were innocent victims of Captain Rolando Mendoza.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know the feeling of losing a loved one.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, let us bear in mind that only a number of people are responsible for it and not the whole citizenry of my country Philippines.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We should not blame everyone for the fault of one person.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not every Filipino is responsible for the hostage crisis.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jackie Chan is right and I admire him for being open-minded.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have heard of the news about Filipino workers being dismissed from their respective jobs because they are Filipinos, of a family of Filipino tourists who went to visit your beautiful place only to be treated cruelly and being spit at.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Like you, we are also not in control of everything that happened. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They have done nothing to deserve such treatment.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please do not hate all of us because of this mishap.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you believe that there is somebody to be blamed, bring your grievance to the proper court and collect for the damages that you think the responsible individuals owe you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, I am appealing for your indulgence and humbly asking for your forgiveness for what had happened.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/3907532922184581277-7162290576898312291?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7162290576898312291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7162290576898312291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7162290576898312291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7162290576898312291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/appeal-to-people-of-hong-kong.html' title='An Appeal to the People of Hong Kong'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-3858646074800319954</id><published>2010-08-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:36:25.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smartbro'/><title type='text'>SMARTBRO Connection Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so busy guys.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of things to look up on the net but sadly, my internet connection is not cooperating.&amp;nbsp; I had this problem since Saturday and it is one week now.&amp;nbsp; I already called the customer service but I was only told to observe my connection since they cannot determine the cause.&amp;nbsp; I cannot access the 3G connection and their representative just told me to used the slower than snail GPRS.&amp;nbsp; It sucks!&amp;nbsp; Imagine it would take me 15 to 20 minutes just to open my e-mail?&amp;nbsp; It is taking up all my patience and sometimes I feel like going amuck because of this poor service of &lt;a href="http://smart.com.ph/smartbro"&gt;Smartbro&lt;/a&gt; since last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I first avail of their service, I was very impressed because it was fast.&amp;nbsp; I can view a video without encountering any problem.&amp;nbsp; My problem started only last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I was disappointed because I am paying on time and yet, the service I am getting does not commensurate my effort to pay my bill.&amp;nbsp; I feel cheated.&amp;nbsp; I am getting agitated because the midterm is fast approaching and I have yet to research for my Legal Research and Foundations of Law.&amp;nbsp; This afternoon, I called again to inquire about the present status of my internet connection and I was told to go to the nearest Smart Business Center to have my modem checked.&amp;nbsp; If they have told me earlier than let me wait this long, I have addressed my problem earlier too.&amp;nbsp; I have to wait for another two days since tomorrow is Sunday and Monday is also holiday.&amp;nbsp; For the meantime, I have to deal with the slower than snail GPRS connection. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope they could resolve my connection issue and have my 3G connection restored sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By the way, just posting this entry here took me two hours to do as compared before that I could do it in less than five minutes.&amp;nbsp; See the difference? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/3907532922184581277-3858646074800319954?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3858646074800319954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=3858646074800319954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3858646074800319954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3858646074800319954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/smartbro-connection-sucks.html' title='SMARTBRO Connection Sucks!'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4603778679010325894</id><published>2010-08-07T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:50:56.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Weekend Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went home tired but unable to sleep.  We had our Welcome Toast and Testimonial Dinner at the pool side of Estosan Garden Hotel earlier this evening.  Atty. Del Rosario my professor in Legal Research welcomed us freshman by way of a toast with a very sweet red wine.  I love the taste so much!  Can we have a toast again? Hehehehe.  Our Dean welcomed us too.  The freshmen (and that includes me) were called one by one and we stood up and walked around like models as the upper class are watching.  It was so nerve wracking that when I reached my seat, I was sweating a lot although the weather was cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We also had a new lawyer as an honoree.  She passed the bar examination that was given last September of 2009; while the typhoon Ondoy was thrashing our country to destruction and catastrophe.  I admired her because despite of being sick while in the middle of her review, she was able to make it.  The way I look at her, she was so down to earth.  She has no aura of being a show off that says, “hey, I am a lawyer you should respect me”.   I like her.  I hope someday, I can be like her too.  That is, if I survived my freshman year at the college of law.  As of now, I am still struggling to adjust myself and it is not easy.  I find it difficult to memorize everything.  Although I read a lot but I have problem with retaining what I have read.  Sometimes after reading for two hours and then I would stop and think about what I read, it feels like I never read at all.  I hope my adjustment time will not last long.  Gladly, as these passed by, I can now feel that I am a student.  It is difficult for the truth to sink in my mind because It was ten years ago that I graduated from my previous course.  It is not easy really.&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/3907532922184581277-4603778679010325894?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4603778679010325894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4603778679010325894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4603778679010325894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4603778679010325894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-party.html' title='Weekend Party'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7370469784400806527</id><published>2010-07-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:36:19.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Proud to be a SocialSpark Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--INFOLINKS_OFF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;IZEA&lt;/a&gt;. All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Socialspark_small" height="95" src="http://socialspark.com/uploads/socialspark/public/assets/1972/socialspark_small.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been five months since I started this blog and despite my very busy schedule, I am trying my best to update my posts.  Two days ago, a friend of mine suggested that I should try to monetize my blog.  In that way, I will enjoy writing and at the same time get paid for it.  I thought it was a good idea so I accepted her suggestion and asked her for some blog marketing sites that she herself is using.  It was from her that I learned about &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;SocialSpark&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That night following our conversation, I immediately look up for SocialSpark.  I found it easily in a matter of seconds.  Then I signed up and registered my blog and waited for their verification.  I did not encounter any problem about registering.  The instructions were so easy nothing technical at all.  I did it for only 10 minutes. I was a little excited but not expecting too much that it will be noticed immediately by the administrator of SocialSpark.  However only thirty minutes ago I received a notification while checking my e-mails that this blog was already approved.  I am so happy.  I felt like all weariness has vanished into thin air with this good news.  Thank you SocialSpark for approving my blog, I am looking forward to work on the diverse opportunities with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If someone out there is also planning to monetize her website, try to  &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fblogger_signup" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sign up for SocialSpark&lt;/a&gt; today.  You will not regret it.  Just a reminder please read the terms and conditions first and then when you already have signed up and got your blog approved do not forget to adhere with SocialSpark’s &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fcode_of_ethics" rel="nofollow"&gt;Code of Ethics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit my sponsor: I Signed Up for SocialSpark!" border="0" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=202342&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_green_three.png" style="border: 0pt none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--INFOLINKS_OFF--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-7370469784400806527?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7370469784400806527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7370469784400806527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7370469784400806527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7370469784400806527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/proud-to-be-socialspark-blogger.html' title='Proud to be a SocialSpark Blogger'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-894900095731519087</id><published>2010-07-26T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:35:58.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Baptism of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was the term used by my Legal Research professor the other week referring to the trinal exams that is supposed to start tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My scheduled exam for tonight is on Constitutional Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; However, due to some confusion with the schedule, we ended up postponing my first subject until next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier, I thought I was late because I stayed a little while in the office listening to President Aquino as he delivered his first State of the Nation Address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; After he finished delivering his speech, I hurriedly went to the university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I got there, I found out that there were just a few of us inside the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So, I took the liberty to go over my notes for the last time hoping to get a little more information that will come out in the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don’t know how minutes had passed before I heard the bell rung signaling the beginning of the examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I nervously waited on my seat waiting for my professor like I am waiting for the end to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The door opened and revealed my professor in Criminal Law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I feel like my doom just came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was thinking, was I wrong to think that my schedule for today is Constitutional Law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh no, how am I going to answer the questions when I have not reviewed everything yet in my Criminal Law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My stomach tightened and I felt hungry all of a sudden I wanted to eat 5 plates of rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was only relieved when I found out about the confusion. My professor in Criminal Law got confused with the schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She thought our schedule is today instead of Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Maybe the same thing happened to my other professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Whatever it is, the important thing is we do not have a scheduled exam today as it was postponed next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my classmate and I went home to begin reviewing for our next subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Thanks God, I still have ample of time to do my requirement in Legal Research.&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/3907532922184581277-894900095731519087?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/894900095731519087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=894900095731519087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/894900095731519087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/894900095731519087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/baptism-of-fire.html' title='Baptism of Fire'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-410453906987415359</id><published>2010-07-25T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:41:31.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I’m Here Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi guys!&amp;nbsp; I am stealing a little time allotted for my lessons just to update my blog.&amp;nbsp; Yeah I know I am guilty of being an irresponsible blogger.&amp;nbsp; Of all my activities, blogging takes a back seat when I started studying.&amp;nbsp; I got a little time to do blog hopping more so with posting my entries.&amp;nbsp; It is really difficult to manage my time.&amp;nbsp; I am still in my adjustment period.&amp;nbsp; I am very much willing to overcome the difficulties that I encounter everyday.&amp;nbsp; It is not easy to study my lessons while I am at work.&amp;nbsp; I can only do it during my free time.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes no matter how hard I try to remember everything, I would still forget a lot of details.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Monday, we will be having our trinal examination.&amp;nbsp; One of my professors calls it, our baptism of fire in the college of law.&amp;nbsp; I have already studied two of my subjects already but I know it is not enough.&amp;nbsp; I have to do better to retain what I have read.&amp;nbsp; I am excited for the exam and nervous too.&amp;nbsp; I just hope my effort will fare well this coming Monday and hopefully, for the rest of the week.&amp;nbsp; I always believe that if I do my best, God will do the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be candid with you guys, I never expected that the simple wish of my heart will be granted.&amp;nbsp; During my boring moments, I would fancy that one day I will be studying law.&amp;nbsp; At that time I was really thinking it to be impossible judging by the nature of my job.&amp;nbsp; I worked for a private company.&amp;nbsp; In my previous job I would spend almost 12 hours a day just so I could finish up everything.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would never end.&amp;nbsp; However, one day the course of my fate changed.&amp;nbsp; I was able to find a job that I could have ample time to spend for myself.&amp;nbsp; Then one thing follows another then I found myself contemplating on getting another degree.&amp;nbsp; So here I am now trying to survive the rigors of studying that goes with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-410453906987415359?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/410453906987415359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=410453906987415359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/410453906987415359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/410453906987415359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-here-again.html' title='I’m Here Again'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-226446248194430037</id><published>2010-07-24T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:15:40.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Helpful Tips on Dog Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The other night, when my friend was walking his dogs they encountered some wild dogs that cut off short their usual activity.&amp;nbsp; I for one is very much scared thinking of a dog biting me.&amp;nbsp; Every summer, the veterinary office conducts activity of impounding stray dogs.&amp;nbsp; This is to protect unsuspecting people especially the children of being bitten.&amp;nbsp; The following steps will help you in case a dog will bite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 Steps to Take After a Dog Bite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to react when somebody gets bitten by a dog is never to panic and to do the right thing. After a dog bites you or a family member, you have to seek medical attention and initially treat the victim, make sure others are not in danger when the dog is still around, find out the dog’s identity, talk to a witness, ask for the insurance information of dog owner, consult a dog bite lawyer, take pictures of the dog bites, report the incident to related authorities, and obtain other necessary assistance for the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sought medical help, now what should you do next? This is a very common question that bothers the family and victims of dog bites. Here are suggested steps that will guide you to know what to do after a dog bite incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seek medical attention and initially treat the victim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the dog bites someone, immediately seek medical attention. Wile waiting for help, you can initially treat the victim by washing the bite with soap and water to help avoid infection. If there is any bleeding, apply pressure on the wound using a towel or a clean cloth. When medical assistance arrives, carefully take note of instructions for treatment and other possible remedies. Always follow instructions to make healing faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make sure others are not in danger when the dog is still around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the dog is still in the area, make sure other people are kept safe. Never let anybody run or make a commotion that will frighten the dog and make him more aggressive. Ask everyone near the dog to remain still and calm until the dog is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out the dog’s identity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the incident has taken place, you need to identify whether the dog that bit the victim was a stray dog or personally owned. You can ask somebody to inquire about the owner of the dog, and gather basic information such as his name, address and contact details. You will need this information right after medical attention has been sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to a witness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the victim is seriously wounded or not, it is advisable to talk to a witness about the incident. Ask for contact details just in case you need his assistance for possible investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ask for the insurance information of dog owner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the victim has been given medical assistance, approach or contact the owner of the dog and ask for insurance information. Make sure not to accept any money right after the incident. Instead, offer your contact details for future negotiations as you will be expecting a call from their insurance company anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Consult a dog bite lawyer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not hesitate to immediately consult a dog bite lawyer. Almost all dog bite lawyers and animal law firms in the US offer free services to legally assist you with dog bite incidents. An &lt;a href="http://www.ocinjuryattorney.com/personalinjury/dog-bites.php" target="_blank"&gt;Orange County dog bite lawyer&lt;/a&gt;, for example, offers free consultation and case evaluation on dog bites to help you decide your next course of action. Relay everything about the dog bite incident as detailed as possible to help the lawyer determine how to exactly help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take pictures of the dog bites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lawyer might advise you to take pictures of the victim’s dog bites. When taking photographs, make sure the dog bite is easily seen. Keep wounds and the victim clean. There must be no blood and stains on him. Let the victim appear as conservative as possible and without accessories on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Report the incident to related authorities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report the dog bite incident to responsible authorities, such as the police, health department, and local animal services or control officers as soon as you speak with a lawyer. The lawyer can help you ask for important information from these people and answer their questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obtain other necessary assistance for the victim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the victim is a child, the dog bite incident might be very traumatic. Observe the child’s behavior even when sleeping. Is he or she abnormally fearful when outside? Does the victim have nightmares and other signs of trauma? If yes, you need to consider trauma counseling or therapy for the victim or whatever is advised by your physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have presence of mind when a dog bite incident occurs to you or a family member. Never say too much before a lawyer. Always follow your lawyer’s advice since you are not the expert. Remember, you are the victim here and should be the one to regain losses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-226446248194430037?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/226446248194430037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=226446248194430037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/226446248194430037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/226446248194430037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/helpful-tips-on-dog-bites.html' title='Helpful Tips on Dog Bites'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7204249719931466703</id><published>2010-07-11T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:53:04.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Reading, Reading and More Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As usual, weekend is always a source of joy for me.&amp;nbsp; I can sleep as late as I want and I can also wake up as late as I want.&amp;nbsp; I love weekend.&amp;nbsp; Whoever created it, I am a big fan.&amp;nbsp; For me, weekend started as early as Friday.&amp;nbsp; It is because we are celebrating a Muslim holiday.&amp;nbsp; That is the advantage of living in my place.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of holidays aside from the national holidays.&amp;nbsp; I am glad to have a long weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am able to read my books to my heart’s content.&amp;nbsp; It is tiresome though.&amp;nbsp; Well, do I have a choice?&amp;nbsp; I don’t think so hehehe.&amp;nbsp; I decided to take this course so I have to do whatever it takes to pass it as it is my personal choice and nobody coerced me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really have to read to cope up with the days that we don’t have classes.&amp;nbsp; Last week, I only get to meet my professors on Monday and Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; If you are wondering what I do with my free time, yes I spend it with reading.&amp;nbsp; That’s what eating most of my time these days.&amp;nbsp; Even if I am at work I still read on my break time.&amp;nbsp; Reading is my life now.&amp;nbsp; I think I will die if I can’t read my books.&amp;nbsp; You see every night in our class it is always oral recitation.&amp;nbsp; How can I answer if I did not read my books?&amp;nbsp; It is scary because we are standing in the middle aisle to recite without the help of our books and notes.&amp;nbsp; My God, I always found myself with sweaty hands.&amp;nbsp; Every night as I go to my class, it feels like I am going to the gallows to be hanged hahaha.&amp;nbsp; Well, this is all for now.&amp;nbsp; I have to go back to reading again. L&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/3907532922184581277-7204249719931466703?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7204249719931466703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7204249719931466703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7204249719931466703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7204249719931466703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/reading-reading-and-more-reading.html' title='Reading, Reading and More Reading'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4542831228508813178</id><published>2010-06-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:54:12.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Orientation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought classes would start yesterday but when I arrived at the room assigned to us, the lights were off and students like me were also waiting outside only to find out that we have no class again as the faculty of the college of law held a meeting.&amp;nbsp; After waiting for an hour and a half, I went home with a new friend I met there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;This afternoon, I saw one of the faculty members who happen to be one of the lawyers who regularly appear in our courtroom.&amp;nbsp; He told me that there would be an orientation this afternoon and I have to attend.&amp;nbsp; During the orientation, we were introduced to the faculty of the college of law.&amp;nbsp; Some of them I am familiar with because from time to time they are appearing in our court.&amp;nbsp; We were informed about the dress code and how we should behave as law students.&amp;nbsp; We were informed about the dress code.&amp;nbsp; We were told that being admitted to the college of law is not a right but rather a privilege.&amp;nbsp; It being a privilege, we ought to take advantage of it and explore every avenue of learning to advance ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We were further told that we should adapt a virtue of humility being law students.&amp;nbsp; What I can’t forget was the line of one of the lawyers who gave the closing remarks.&amp;nbsp; Law students are expected to become lawyer and not just law graduate.&amp;nbsp; And that if we study law for the sake of promotion we are in the wrong place.&amp;nbsp; Very well said.&amp;nbsp; I liked it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-4542831228508813178?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4542831228508813178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4542831228508813178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4542831228508813178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4542831228508813178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/orientation-day.html' title='Orientation Day'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-5020341661207865850</id><published>2010-06-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:58:32.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>I'm Officially Enrolled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally after days of waiting, this morning I got hold of the list of my schedule of classes.&amp;nbsp; Officially, I am enrolled as a freshman in the College of Law of Notre Dame University.&amp;nbsp; That makes me a working student.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel like I am living a double life hehehe.&amp;nbsp; I work during the day and I study at night.&amp;nbsp; I have class from 5:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. from Monday to Friday.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday I have two classes in the morning and one in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I feel a little sad coz I cannot visit my parents anymore on weekends except of course if there would still be long weekends like what we have now.&amp;nbsp; We already have a new president now I doubt if he advocates holiday economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Classes will start on Tuesday (since Monday is holiday) but I don’t know where Room 214 is.&amp;nbsp; Well, that would be my classroom for the whole semester.&amp;nbsp; Next thing to think of are books.&amp;nbsp; I have apprehensions about my going back to school.&amp;nbsp; It was ten years ago since I graduated and everything feels like new to me again.&amp;nbsp; Well, I have to undergo another period of adjustment.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that I can do it so as not to disappoint my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whether I like it or not, sleepless nights and piles of books here I am being a student again after ten years.&amp;nbsp; I hope I have the super power to endure this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-5020341661207865850?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5020341661207865850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=5020341661207865850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5020341661207865850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5020341661207865850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-officially-enrolled.html' title='I&apos;m Officially Enrolled'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7456323159901719617</id><published>2010-06-07T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:28:06.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Another Bad Day in my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up early today to prepare for work, but before going to the office, I went to Notre Dame University.&amp;nbsp; The personnel from the registrar’s office told me last Thursday to come back today to get my class schedule.&amp;nbsp; Around eight o’clock in the morning, I went to the registrar’s office excitedly because I already want to see my schedule.&amp;nbsp; But to my great disappointment and dismay, I was greeted with the bad news that the schedule is not yet prepared and that I have to go back on other days.&amp;nbsp; I want to frown in front of her.&amp;nbsp; Why in the hell, did she let me come back when the schedule is not yet ready?&amp;nbsp; She told me that it is alright as the classes will start next week.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine that answer?&amp;nbsp; How could they make today as the enrollment day when the schedule is not yet ready?&amp;nbsp; She could have told me last Thursday that it will not be ready until Friday of next week.&amp;nbsp; I hate being lied upon.&amp;nbsp; I wish she is professional enough to tell me the truth so I would not expect at all. &amp;nbsp;I was very much tempted to lash her with my acerbic tongue but I was able to hold my temper in check.&amp;nbsp; She wasted my time for going there when I can get nothing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, she told me again that it will be available this Friday.&amp;nbsp; I just hope this time she is telling the truth and not only making me feel better because I really hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I was a&amp;nbsp; appeased but not totally, if this Friday I can’t get my class schedule, I swear I will not leave that office without my class schedule.&amp;nbsp; If they won’t give it to me, then let’s just see what will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-7456323159901719617?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7456323159901719617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7456323159901719617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7456323159901719617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7456323159901719617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-bad-day-in-my-life.html' title='Another Bad Day in my Life'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-9010888072616804668</id><published>2010-06-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:40:32.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Late Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was supposed to post this entry on Friday, but due to a minor accident that I encountered, it remained a scribble on a piece of paper.&amp;nbsp; But since I find time to visit my blog tonight, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beginning of classes is only seven days away.&amp;nbsp; I can already see endless pages of books that I am going to read and sleepless nights that I have to endure when the classes start on June 14, 2010.&amp;nbsp; Law school here I come.&amp;nbsp; Official enrollment will be on June 7, 2010 but last Wednesday, I started processing my documents and complying with the requirements for enrollment.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful that I am already halfway through my enrollment.&amp;nbsp; I had taken off 50% from my burden of this whole enrollment process.&amp;nbsp; When I went to the registrar's office, the personnel assigned for the college of law told me to go back on Monday as it is the official day of enrollment so that I could get my class schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This enrollment is not a joke.&amp;nbsp; It took me half day yesterday to continue processing my enrollment.&amp;nbsp; My feet hurt from walking to and fro.&amp;nbsp; I was wearing a sandal with three inches heels so naturally my feet complained.&amp;nbsp; To console myself, I thought of it as having an exercise that I needed.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, I was not able to fulfill my New Year's resolution of getting healthy.&amp;nbsp; I was not able to take exercising seriously, so I think this is the right way to burn calories.&amp;nbsp; Well, I really have to think of it this way or I will be crabby and frowning the whole afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Wish me luck guys with this new adventure that I am going to take.&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/3907532922184581277-9010888072616804668?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9010888072616804668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=9010888072616804668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/9010888072616804668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/9010888072616804668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-posting.html' title='Late Posting'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7134516612816044396</id><published>2010-05-25T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:22:38.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Just Some Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been quite busy lately guys; not only with my job but with my plans of going back to school.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend I had a panel interview with the faculty of the Notre Dame University College of Law.&amp;nbsp; I thought it will go just like a breeze; but it did not.&amp;nbsp; It was scheduled at 9 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; As I reached the building where the dean’s office was located, it was still closed.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I was thirty minutes earlier than my schedule so I patiently waited outside with others who like me were also scheduled for an interview that morning.&amp;nbsp; I passed the time reading notices posted on some boards until I saw my name posted as one of the interviewees.&amp;nbsp; When one of the staff arrived, she let us in and showed as our ratings in the admission test.&amp;nbsp; I was glad to have “very high” and “superior” ratings on different areas of the test.&amp;nbsp; I was not really disappointed with myself.&amp;nbsp; I was not really expecting it.&amp;nbsp; It has been years ago since was subjected to this kind if test.&amp;nbsp; The last examination I had taken was the Career Service Professional wayback in 2000.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Going back to what happened to my interview.&amp;nbsp; Well, I was sitting inside the dean’s office waiting for the lawyers to arrive to conduct the interview wondering what time they will come because I do not want to prolong my agony of waiting for something that I do not have an idea what will take place.&amp;nbsp; It was like sitting and waiting for Judgment Day to come.&amp;nbsp; I tried to cheer up myself and forget apprehensions by chatting with other people around.&amp;nbsp; Finally, the door opened and revealed a familiar face.&amp;nbsp; To my shock one of the lawyers who frequently appear in our court was one of the members of the panel.&amp;nbsp; It did not alleviate my anxiety but made me more anxious instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was the first one who will be interviewed.&amp;nbsp; I gingerly open the door to the room where I would be interviewed.&amp;nbsp; I felt butterflies inside my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would faint any moment but I get hold of myself.&amp;nbsp; I only saw one member of the panel.&amp;nbsp; He was the lawyer I was talking earlier.&amp;nbsp; I took my seat and then he started asking about my personal circumstances and about my family.&amp;nbsp; Minutes later, another member of the panel arrived.&amp;nbsp; It made me more nervous when he asked me about the Philippine Constitution.&amp;nbsp; Omg!&amp;nbsp; The last time I opened a book on Constitution was in 1999.&amp;nbsp; When asked about how many Constitution does my country have I answered two without even thinking.&amp;nbsp; I only remembered the 1935 and the 1987 Constitution.&amp;nbsp; I know that there is another one during the time of Marcos but I don’t know what went over me that I only said two hehehe.&amp;nbsp; Well anyway, they are more than three but I didn’t pay much attention to it while I was in college because we were concentrating on the present one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All in all it went fine.&amp;nbsp; I did not faint at all but I laughed when asked how I am related to Chief Justice Reynato S. Puno.&amp;nbsp; I just answered I don’t know except that we just have the same surname.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is all for now guys.&amp;nbsp; Till next time.&amp;nbsp; God bless. &amp;nbsp;&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/3907532922184581277-7134516612816044396?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7134516612816044396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7134516612816044396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7134516612816044396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7134516612816044396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-some-updates.html' title='Just Some Updates'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6513162926044286988</id><published>2010-05-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:58:44.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>There is No Turning Back Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It’s been a while since I last updated this blog.&amp;nbsp; I am not being irresponsible.&amp;nbsp; It is just that I am a little busy with a lot of things for the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am glad to have passed the entrance examination required to enroll in the College of Law in a local university.&amp;nbsp; At least I can put my mind to rest from juggling with the thought of making it or not.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I went to the university to inquire about the result.&amp;nbsp; I was directed to go straight to the office of the dean of the College of Law as the result was already forwarded there.&amp;nbsp; The secretary told me that I made it and required additional documents like my good moral certificate duly signed by disinterested parties, my certificate of honorable dismissal from the college which I previously attended and got my first bachelor’s degree, a copy of my birth certificate issued by the National Statistics Office and a lot more.&amp;nbsp; Then she gave me my interview schedule.&amp;nbsp; It is the next thing I will be worrying about.&amp;nbsp; I am scheduled for an interview this coming Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I am a little nervous though. &amp;nbsp;I hope I can make it so as not to disappoint myself, my family and my boss who encouraged me to go back to studying and take up law as a second course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is somewhat a hard decision for me to do.&amp;nbsp; Financially, I am not sure if I can cope up with the expenses especially now that my sister whom I am also sending to college is on her fifth year.&amp;nbsp; I would not only think of my own tuition and books but also hers plus her thesis and her review for the board examination.&amp;nbsp; My office mates say that I have no problem financial wise as I am single.&amp;nbsp; Little did they know that sending a sibling to college is no joke and if I would go back to studying this June, I would be sending two people to college already.&amp;nbsp; My only consolation is the fact that she is striving hard to pass all her subjects and comply with all her requirements.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have so many things to think about and consider but with God’s help, I know I can make it.&amp;nbsp; A little voice within me is telling me the same thing.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing impossible if we ask God for help especially in our dire need. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-6513162926044286988?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6513162926044286988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6513162926044286988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6513162926044286988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6513162926044286988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-no-turning-back-anymore.html' title='There is No Turning Back Anymore'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4024110511012329474</id><published>2010-05-10T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:53:55.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday 5: Santan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S-dkZhLpr5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Ed60LZpaqs8/s1600/GEDC1434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S-dkZhLpr5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Ed60LZpaqs8/s400/GEDC1434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These unkempt flowers of my aunt locally called Santan took my fancy while I was taking an early morning walk earlier.&amp;nbsp; They are still thriving despite lack of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the badge for more Mellow Yellow Monday stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowMondayBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/MYM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-4024110511012329474?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4024110511012329474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4024110511012329474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4024110511012329474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4024110511012329474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/mellow-yellow-monday-5-santan.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday 5: Santan'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S-dkZhLpr5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Ed60LZpaqs8/s72-c/GEDC1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8989804995673168539</id><published>2010-05-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:39:44.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>My Candidates for 2010 National Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Going over the listing of candidates from the official sample ballot given by the COMELEC (Commission on Elections), I have made my final list of candidates whom I am going to vote for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I am sharing herewith the list of my chosen candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;President:&amp;nbsp; Simeon Benigno C. Aquino III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vice President: Manuel A. Roxas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Senators:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1. Adel A. Tamano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2. Gwendolyn D. Pimentel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3. Franklin Drilon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. Danny Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5. Martin Bautista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;6. Miriam Defensor Santiago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;7. Teofisto D. Guingona III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;8. Risa Hontiveros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;9. Pia Cayetano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;10. Juan Ponce Enrile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;11. Ariel Querubin&lt;br /&gt;12. Silvestre H. Bello III &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my candidates will win.&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/3907532922184581277-8989804995673168539?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8989804995673168539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8989804995673168539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8989804995673168539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8989804995673168539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-candidates-for-2010-national.html' title='My Candidates for 2010 National Elections'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-87853319305196108</id><published>2010-05-05T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:14:27.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Latest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi guys, I’ve been away for a while.&amp;nbsp; I went home to my parents again last weekend to spend time with little niece Erin whom I missed so much.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t establish a good internet connection that I was fretting about it.&amp;nbsp; I tried to focus on other things aside from internet.&amp;nbsp; I was glad I was able to endure three days of not being online.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t believe I did it but I did.&amp;nbsp; I want to give myself a pat on the back hehehhe….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, we were supposed to have a court hearing back in our old venue inside the compound of the Hall of Justice of the Regional Trial Court of the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Judicial Region but it was postponed.&amp;nbsp; I heard another colleague mentioned about the threat that the RTC is one of the target of bombings.&amp;nbsp; I was this paranoid that I want to be out of the place asap.&amp;nbsp; Well I have reasons to be freaked out.&amp;nbsp; Last week, a grenade was thrown inside the compound of the residence of one of the judges here.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the whole family is not at home when it happened.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t understand why it is happening again.&amp;nbsp; I don’t think it is election related cases as these people are not politicians.&amp;nbsp; I don’t want to speculate about things I have no knowledge about.&amp;nbsp; My life here right now is just on a “wait and see” basis only.&amp;nbsp; Well, I just hope and pray that our situation would improve a little; too much chaos for a very small city like ours. &amp;nbsp;I shudder when I think of myself being torn into pieces if ever I become (God forbids) a victim of this bombings.&amp;nbsp; The last time I witnessed it was on July of last year and it was not a good thing to see.&amp;nbsp; It’s horrible and heart-wrenching. &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/3907532922184581277-87853319305196108?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/87853319305196108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=87853319305196108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/87853319305196108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/87853319305196108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/latest-update.html' title='Latest Update'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6957113898099968149</id><published>2010-05-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:17:46.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Christmas Song in the Middle of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Sing a song and light up the lights  &lt;br /&gt;we need to make this Christmas bright &lt;br /&gt;Hang your favorite dream on a star  &lt;br /&gt;Wish upon it Christmas night &lt;br /&gt;Sing about the better things,  &lt;br /&gt;The friends we have, the joy they dream &lt;br /&gt;Hang a dream upon a star and wish it Christmas night &lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth we dream for the world &lt;br /&gt;Time to love and time to share &lt;br /&gt;We can wish for love in the world &lt;br /&gt;Time to give and time to care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day is born the child Jesus Prince of Peace &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear him whisper in your heart let all hatred cease &lt;br /&gt;His star will brighten the darkest light to light your way if you  believe &lt;br /&gt;The love you seek will be in your heart, ask and you'll receive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day will rise the morning sun &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bells will ring (ding dong ding dong) &lt;br /&gt;Hope is born for peace throughout our land &lt;br /&gt;Let Earth and heaven sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing about the better things &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friends we have the happiness they give &lt;br /&gt;Sing a song of dreams come true and bless the new year, too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know what happened to me that I suddenly thought of playing Christmas songs.&amp;nbsp; I played Jose Mari Chan’s A Wish on Christmas Night; a personal favorite of mine. &amp;nbsp;I may sound silly for playing Christmas song in the middle of the year.&amp;nbsp; I remember my teacher said before that we can make everyday in our life as Christmas.&amp;nbsp; If we want to experience it the whole year round, we have to do everyday the things that we only do on December.&amp;nbsp; If we can be generous everyday then everyday can be Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It does not only happen on December 25.&amp;nbsp; We can make it 365 days instead of the usual one day a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-6957113898099968149?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6957113898099968149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6957113898099968149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6957113898099968149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6957113898099968149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/christmas-song-in-middle-of-year.html' title='Christmas Song in the Middle of the Year'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2928162032183512005</id><published>2010-04-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:12:00.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>My Political Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S9QyVSaT4_I/AAAAAAAAABk/P_1TvZw2mwY/s1600/GEDC1162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S9QyVSaT4_I/AAAAAAAAABk/P_1TvZw2mwY/s320/GEDC1162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Monday everyone.  It's Mellow Yellow Monday once again.&amp;nbsp; For this week I got a little bit serious about my political view.&amp;nbsp; Shown here is one of the campaign materials used by my presidential bet Simeon Benigno Cojuangco Aquino III or popularly known as Noynoy among the Filipinos.&amp;nbsp; He is the son of the famous political couple.&amp;nbsp; His mother is the former president of the Republic of the Philippines Corazon Aquino and Philippine hero Benigno Aquino, Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me quote what is written in this campaign material.&amp;nbsp; It says, &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Corruption is the single biggest threat to our democracy.&amp;nbsp; It deprives the poor of the social services they badly need.&amp;nbsp; It destroys the very moral fiber of our society.&amp;nbsp; No reform agenda will succeed without a determined program to eradicate corruption.&amp;nbsp; It is the business, not just of government, but of every Filipino to fight corruption."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For more interesting &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stories, click the badge below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/imagephp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-2928162032183512005?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2928162032183512005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2928162032183512005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2928162032183512005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2928162032183512005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-political-color.html' title='My Political Color'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S9QyVSaT4_I/AAAAAAAAABk/P_1TvZw2mwY/s72-c/GEDC1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6411863163605216924</id><published>2010-04-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:54:40.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>New Experience for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the first time since Erin was here, I was able to hold her in my arms without fear that I might break my fragile niece.&amp;nbsp; But yesterday for the first time, I did it. &amp;nbsp;Hurray!&amp;nbsp; She is bigger now with chubby cheeks that I want to squeeze but I am holding myself at bay or I might make her cry.&amp;nbsp; She cries like her mom used to when she was a baby.&amp;nbsp; This I learned from my mother.&amp;nbsp; Of all her children, Elanie was the one who cried a lot as a baby.&amp;nbsp; She thought she was going to be a singer when she grows up.&amp;nbsp; Sad to say, she did not. lol&amp;nbsp; &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/3907532922184581277-6411863163605216924?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6411863163605216924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6411863163605216924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6411863163605216924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6411863163605216924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-experience-for-me.html' title='New Experience for Me'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6054792277515564571</id><published>2010-04-25T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:58:11.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Creativity from Mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDLGNBK4Kqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDLGNBK4Kqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet Oliver Bagcal a.k.a. Putik Painter, a talented young man who hailed from Bagnos, Aurora, Isabela, Philippines.  I watched Rated K just a moment ago and saw Korina featuring him in her show.  I can’t help but feel very proud of this young man.  He is a painter who utilizes mud as a medium in painting and other things that provided by nature.  He is presently a scholar of the University of the Philippines.  To know more about him and his masterpiece, click &lt;a href="http://www.putikpainter.sitesled.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  He is an example of a Filipino youth worthy of our praises and should be emulated. Keep it up Oliver.  The Filipino nation is very proud of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-6054792277515564571?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6054792277515564571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6054792277515564571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6054792277515564571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6054792277515564571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/creativity-from-mud.html' title='Creativity from Mud'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2542623474051987057</id><published>2010-04-19T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:16:00.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday 3: Erin Leila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S8sJG1il2KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DF5yx7SOCvw/s1600/GEDC0890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S8sJG1il2KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DF5yx7SOCvw/s400/GEDC0890.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1076713339"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1076713340"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my niece Erin Leila.&amp;nbsp; This is the name I had given her.&amp;nbsp; She is my sister's second baby.&amp;nbsp; Eldridge's baby sister. This picture was taken when she was barely two months old and peacefully sleeping.&amp;nbsp; Look closely at her hand.&amp;nbsp; We had a good laugh when we saw her hand like this.&amp;nbsp; I am gonna make this picture a part of my scrapbook and will show her someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For more interesting Mellow Yellow Monday stories click the badge below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowMondayBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/MYM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-2542623474051987057?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2542623474051987057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2542623474051987057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2542623474051987057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2542623474051987057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/mellow-yellow-monday-3-erin-leila.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday 3: Erin Leila'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S8sJG1il2KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DF5yx7SOCvw/s72-c/GEDC0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8501284424440653574</id><published>2010-04-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:49:53.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been tagged by a friend in Facebook in the note, “Why Did The chicken Cross The Road?”.&amp;nbsp; I love some of the answers.&amp;nbsp; They’re hilarious while some made me confused as to what they are really trying to convey.&amp;nbsp; I also find another version by David Madore which I like even better.&amp;nbsp; Read on and I hope you will enjoy it the way I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;KINDERGARTEN TEACHER:&lt;/b&gt; To get to the other side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLATO:&lt;/b&gt; For the greater good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARISTOTLE:&lt;/b&gt; It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;KARL MARX:&lt;/b&gt; It was a historical inevitability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIMOTHY LEARY:&lt;/b&gt; Because that's the only trip the  establishment would let it take.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SADDAM HUSSEIN:&lt;/b&gt; This was an unprovoked act of rebellion  and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RONALD REAGAN:&lt;/b&gt; I forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK:&lt;/b&gt; To boldly go where no chicken  has gone before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIPPOCRATES:&lt;/b&gt; Because of an excess of phlegm in its  pancreas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDERSEN CONSULTING:&lt;/b&gt; Deregulation of the chicken's side  of the road was threatening its dominant market position.  The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market.  Andersen Consulting ,in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes.  Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework.  Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes.  The meeting was held in a park-like setting enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values.  This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution.  Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOUIS FARRAKHAN:&lt;/b&gt; The road, you see, represents the  black man. The chicken `crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.:&lt;/b&gt; I envision a world where all  chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOSES:&lt;/b&gt; And God came down from the Heavens, and He said  unto the chicken, ``Thou shalt cross the road.'' And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOX MULDER:&lt;/b&gt; You saw it cross the road with your own  eyes.  How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RICHARD M. NIXON:&lt;/b&gt; The chicken did not cross the road.  I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MACHIAVELLI:&lt;/b&gt; The point is that the chicken crossed the  road. Who cares why?  The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;JERRY SEINFELD:&lt;/b&gt; Why does anyone cross a road? I mean,  why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FREUD:&lt;/b&gt; The fact that you are at all concerned that the  chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BILL GATES:&lt;/b&gt; Our soon-to-be-released Chicken '98 will  not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OLIVER STONE:&lt;/b&gt; The question is not, ``Why did the  chicken cross the road?''  Rather, it is, ``Who was crossing the road at the sametime, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?''  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DARWIN:&lt;/b&gt; Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EINSTEIN:&lt;/b&gt; Whether the chicken crossed the road or the  road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUDDHA:&lt;/b&gt; Asking this question denies your own chicken  nature.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RALPH WALDO EMERSON:&lt;/b&gt; The chicken did not cross the  road... it transcended it.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY:&lt;/b&gt; To die.  In the rain.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL SCHUMACHER:&lt;/b&gt; It was an instinctive maneuver, the  chicken obviously didn't see the road until he had already started to cross.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLONEL SANDERS &lt;/b&gt;(Famed for Kentucky Fried Chicken)&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;  I missed one?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHYSICIST:&lt;/b&gt; Because the chicken's momentum had a  positive component towards the other side of the road.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANTUM PHYSICIST:&lt;/b&gt; Because you measured its momentum  too precisely.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATHEMATICIAN:&lt;/b&gt; Because of the intermediate values  theorem.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALGEBRAIC GEOMETRIST:&lt;/b&gt; Well, consider a faithfully flat  etale coherent sheaf...  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;C PROGRAMMER:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;code&gt;cross_road()&lt;/code&gt; was called from &lt;code&gt;get_other_side()&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;C++ PROGRAMMER:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;code&gt;chicken-&amp;gt;CrossRoad()&lt;/code&gt;  was called from &lt;code&gt;chicken-&amp;gt;GetOtherSide()&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RMS:&lt;/b&gt; The licenses for most roads are designed to take  away your chicken's freedom to cross it.  By contrast, the GALLUS Road Public Licence...  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GARY LARSON:&lt;/b&gt; ``THE OTHER SIDE - Why do you need a  reason?''  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENS STUDENT:&lt;/b&gt; Contretest.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAR KHAYYÁM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my Chicken across the Road, &lt;br /&gt;Some Letter of that Other-side to download: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And by and by my Chicken return'd to me, &lt;br /&gt;And answer'd ``I Myself am Princess and Toad:''  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARKETING DIVISION OF MICROSOFT CORPORATION:&lt;/b&gt; Where does  your chicken want to go today?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARVIN:&lt;/b&gt; The other side is just as dull as this one.   Don't talk to me about chickens.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTHUR DENT:&lt;/b&gt; Why did the chicken cross the road?  42?   No, that doesn't make sense.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOETHE:&lt;/b&gt; Es irrt das Huhn, solang es die Straße  übergeht.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARI SELDON:&lt;/b&gt; It's part of the Plan.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAMLET:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cross, or not to cross, that is the question: - &lt;br /&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer &lt;br /&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous side; &lt;br /&gt;Or to take arms against a road of troubles, &lt;br /&gt;And by crossing end them?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERMODYNAMIST:&lt;/b&gt; Because the pressure of chickens was  greater on this side of the road, and the chicken's crossing made the entropy greater.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you were to be asked with this question, what would be your answer?&amp;nbsp; Mine would be because her boyfriend is waiting for her on the other side of the road or maybe because its chicken brain instinct dictates the chicken to cross.&amp;nbsp; What is yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Note: texts in blue are from &lt;a href="http://www.madore.org/%7Edavid/misc/chicken.html"&gt;David Madore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-8501284424440653574?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8501284424440653574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8501284424440653574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8501284424440653574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8501284424440653574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8407570925841181327</id><published>2010-04-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:32:49.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My First Baby Turns One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have good news for you guys, my first blog &lt;a href="http://themountainsings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Blues &lt;/a&gt;has reached its first year in blogging world.&amp;nbsp; I hope Scribbling Moments would also be live and exist alongside Sunday Blues. I also featured bloggers who have been part of my blog life.&amp;nbsp; Those are the people who inspired and made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/712/712138jqisv7fg1b.gif" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themountainsings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;SUNDAY BLUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/mushrooms/u.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/mushrooms/s.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/mushrooms/h.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/mushrooms/i.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-8407570925841181327?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8407570925841181327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8407570925841181327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8407570925841181327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8407570925841181327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-baby-turns-one.html' title='My First Baby Turns One'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2469289453461721746</id><published>2010-04-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:11:54.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy Big Brother'/><title type='text'>Ivan Dorschner: PBB Teen Clash 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Erika is a teen-ager already.&amp;nbsp; Part of being a teen is that her preferences also change.&amp;nbsp; Although she is so crazy about Naruto, she is also a F4 fan and the latest thing she likes is the PBB Teen Clash 2010.&amp;nbsp; Her bet is the hottest teen inside the house, Ivan Anthony Dorschner was given the name Ivan Striking Stud ng Rizal by the PBB.&amp;nbsp; It cannot be refuted; he is the most well-liked teen inside Kuya’s house these days.&amp;nbsp; Be it Facebook, Twitter, Twitscoop, blogs, Youtube etc., he is everywhere. &amp;nbsp;He is very popular among teen-age girls.&amp;nbsp; He is being paired with Tricia a housemate from Davao City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who is Ivan?&amp;nbsp; Ivan or Ivan Anthony Dorschner is a son of a Filipina and an Irish.&amp;nbsp; His mother is a head nurse while his father is a retired handyman. &amp;nbsp;There are rumors that he did not audition for the PBB and that he was just discovered while participating in a game in Wowowee. I don’t know if this is true but who cares?&amp;nbsp; It is undeniable that the guy is so likable; every teen-age girl and even gays adored (don’t deny it) this chap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, when PBB started, I was with Erika watching the show as the hosts Toni Gonzaga, Bianca Gonzales and Mariel Rodriguez introduced each housemate.&amp;nbsp; Erika, Eleonor and I decided to have Ivan as our bet.&amp;nbsp; I am not really into this kind of thing but if it is one of the ways to make me closer to Erika and for her to think of me as a friend instead of an elder sister, I would gladly do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-2469289453461721746?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2469289453461721746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2469289453461721746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2469289453461721746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2469289453461721746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/ivan-dorschner-pbb-teen-clash-2010.html' title='Ivan Dorschner: PBB Teen Clash 2010'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4123931472781857866</id><published>2010-04-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:32:27.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday 2: Eldrige (EJ) and Erika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7xfyWTu01I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qxYM8J8K5Lc/s1600/GEDC1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7xfyWTu01I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qxYM8J8K5Lc/s400/GEDC1019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This picture was taken last week while my baby sister Erika and EJ were having a good time.&amp;nbsp; She was donning her favorite t-shirt given my Euvelyn as a gift.&amp;nbsp; We went outside the house because of the brownout and while waiting for the light to be restored, the two of them were frolicking.&amp;nbsp; I took this picture while she was tickling him.&amp;nbsp; She only stop when he was already breathless and on the verge of tears.&amp;nbsp; Like me, Erika would surely miss him when he will go back to Manila this Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For more &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Mellow Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stories click the badge below.&amp;nbsp; Happy Mellow Yellow Monday everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/imagephp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-4123931472781857866?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4123931472781857866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4123931472781857866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4123931472781857866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4123931472781857866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/mellow-yellow-monday-2-eldrige-ej-and.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday 2: Eldrige (EJ) and Erika'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7xfyWTu01I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qxYM8J8K5Lc/s72-c/GEDC1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4920821000634192397</id><published>2010-04-07T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:04:46.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Release the Kraken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This famous line came from the 2010 film Clash of the Titans. It seems to be the favorite line these days that even me and Jason are not exempted from using it. Jason and I are both movie addicts who share the same genre. Mythology is one of our favorites. We even have a private joke about this “Release the Kraken” line. I want to share it here I can’t. If I do, it would no longer be a private joke hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;After Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief was released on February, here comes another movie that focuses on my favorite subject, Mythology. I love anything that has to do with mythology; be it Greek or Roman, it doesn’t matter to me anymore. I grow up reading about them and I never get tired hearing their stories again and again, and watching my favorite characters come alive on big screen would be a great treat for a mythology fan like me. I wish I can find time to watch this movie. Sad to say I have to go to Davao City, Koronadal City or General Santos City if I want to enjoy this movie on big screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As if the monsters in Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief are not enough, Zeus is releasing a gargantuan monster, the Kraken in this movie when humans declared war against the gods of Mount Olympus. The Hydra in Percy Jackson made me cower in fear. I can’t imagine seeing the Kraken on the big screen. This remake of the 1981 Clash of the Titans is no different from the original according to some reviews; but it doesn’t matter to me as I have not seen the original film. I would rather watch the 2010 version as the special effects used is a lot better compare to the stop-motion effects that Ray Harryhausen had employed way back in 1981. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-4920821000634192397?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4920821000634192397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4920821000634192397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4920821000634192397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4920821000634192397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/release-kraken.html' title='Release the Kraken!'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-5550413977144376716</id><published>2010-04-05T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:38:42.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7nv3dtSNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5jOe-jiLCM/s1600/GEDC1029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7nv3dtSNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5jOe-jiLCM/s320/GEDC1029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:1; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; 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I am taking advantage of it as it is mango season here at the present. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You can purchase them at 15 pesos per kilo.&amp;nbsp; would you believe it guys?&amp;nbsp; Last week, I had the best mango day of my life when I ate almost 2 kilos in one setting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Call it gluttony but I don't care.&amp;nbsp; It is only once a year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowBadge" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/imagephp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-5550413977144376716?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5550413977144376716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=5550413977144376716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5550413977144376716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/5550413977144376716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-favorite-fruit.html' title='My Favorite Fruit'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/S7nv3dtSNnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5jOe-jiLCM/s72-c/GEDC1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6265889357248331053</id><published>2010-04-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:57:48.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2100/2100669r7ect479sv.gif" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-6265889357248331053?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6265889357248331053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6265889357248331053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6265889357248331053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6265889357248331053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-1425434003257364239</id><published>2010-04-04T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:15:44.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page rank'/><title type='text'>This PR thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prchecker.info/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Check PageRank" border="0" src="http://pr.prchecker.info/getpr.php?codex=aHR0cDovL3NjcmliYmxpbmdtb21lbnRzLmJsb2dzcG90LmNvbQ==&amp;amp;tag=2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is so far the biggest surprise that I received in my blogger's life.&amp;nbsp; I can’t believe what I am seeing right now.  After 50 days since this blog was born, it already has 3 as its PR.  I can’t believe it as my blog is somewhat new and I thought since it is new, it is not yet been indexed by Google.  But judging from what I am seeing on my screen, I have to accept it as I cannot think of anything to argue with Google.  I do not know what makes a site earn page rank.  I am just grateful that my site was indexed as early as 50 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/h.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/a.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/n.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/k.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/y.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/o.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/disco/u.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/m.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/r.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/g.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/o.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/o.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/g.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/l.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/e.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-1425434003257364239?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1425434003257364239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=1425434003257364239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1425434003257364239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/1425434003257364239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-pr-thing.html' title='This PR thing'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7897546844034483931</id><published>2010-04-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:41:08.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I am Home, Finally….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we only have a half day duty yesterday, I planned to go home as early as possible but then the time I spent at the grocery to purchase Erin’s milk thwarted my plan.  The grocery store was short of manpower.  Some of the counters were closed for reasons I do not know.  The throngs of queues were overwhelming and I was disgusted.  The cashiers were also slow that I wanted to scream.  I was on the verge of losing my patience; but for my niece’s sake, I have to endure it or else, I could not buy her milk.  Finally, I was able to get out from the store with the can of milk in my grocery bag.  I excitedly went to the house I am renting to pick up my things and then proceeded to the bus station only to see the bus which I am supposed to ride was already leaving.  Hmmm…I have to wait again.  Good thing, another bus which is headed for my destination was already boarding passengers so I competed with other passengers who like me were also in the hurry of going home.  I was able to get a comfortable seat despite the chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was able to get home around 5:30p.m.  It was starting to get dark and it was already raining.  I found my nephew EJ still playing.  I kissed him and gave him his favorite treat, a tetra pack of Chuckie.  He was so excited about it.  My little niece Erin was peacefully sleeping in her makeshift hammock.  I wanted to kiss her but thinking of the germs that I brought in, I decided against it.  I kissed her later after I washed myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was planning to sleep early as I was so tired from two hours trip.  However, I was not able to do it.  I spent the night talking with my sisters, Elanie and Eleonor.  I tried to get online but to my dismay, I cannot establish a good internet connection.  I turned off my laptop and continue chatting with my sisters.  We slept around 12m.n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-7897546844034483931?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7897546844034483931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7897546844034483931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7897546844034483931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7897546844034483931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-home-finally.html' title='I am Home, Finally….'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4528426178198583751</id><published>2010-03-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:07:46.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar exam'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Passers for September 2009 Bar Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hear ye!&amp;nbsp; Hear ye!&amp;nbsp; After months of waiting, the result is now here.&amp;nbsp; And the Cream of the Crop for this year are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Yebra, Reinier Paul R. (San Beda College) – 84.80% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Tapic, Charlene Mae C. (San Beda College) – 84.60% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Lim, John Paul T. (Ateneo de Manila University) – 84.50% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Lagos, Caroline P. (University of the Philippines) – 84.40% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Tan, Eric David C. (Ateneo de Manila University) – 84.05% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Gonzalez, Yves-Randolph P. (Ateneo de Manila University) – 83.90% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;7. To, Joan Mae S. (Ateneo de Manila University) – 83.65% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Bagro III, Herminio C. (University of the Philippines) – 83.40% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Lumauig, Timothy Joseph N. (Ateneo de Manila University) – 83.20% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;10. (Tie) Bainto, Naealla Rose M. (ADMU) &amp;amp; Go, Sheila Abigail O. (ADMU) – 83.10% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations to our new lawyers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-4528426178198583751?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4528426178198583751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4528426178198583751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4528426178198583751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4528426178198583751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-ten-passers-for-september-2009-bar.html' title='Top Ten Passers for September 2009 Bar Exams'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-9221875733943950817</id><published>2010-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:40:12.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><title type='text'>The Number 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;While engaging in a conversation this afternoon, one of my officemates mentioned that the number 12 is a complete number. I got a little intrigued as to what he meant by it. I got curious considering that it is my favorite number mainly for the reason that I was born on the 12th of December; that is 12-12. He mentioned something about this number religion wise like Jesus has 12 Apostles. This is the only thing I remembered from our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When I got home from work, I searched for it on the net after checking my e-mails. I stumbled upon this article about the significance of the number 12 in the Bible. Here’s what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The number 12 is a significant part of some religions, especially Christianism . Take for example the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In the Old Testament part of the Bible, Jacob has 12 sons that became the foundation of the 12 tribe of Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In the New Testament, Jesus has 12 Apostles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The book of Revelation also speaks of a woman wearing a crown of 12 stars and also about the Kingdom of God which has 12 gates guarded by 12 angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There is also this so -called 12 days of Christmas; this refers to the days starting Christmas Day and extends up to the eve of the Epiphany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There are also other aspects in our everyday life that have number 12 in it. Do you notice the following?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The number 12 is also use in Gregorian calendar as it has 12 months. Not only that but both Western and Chinese Zodiacs have twelve signs. Even a day which is comprised by 24 hours which is being divided into two the ante meridiem and post meridiem that has 12 hours each. Even the basic units of time like 60 seconds, 60 minutes and 24 hours are all divisible by 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For me, there is only one thing that I can’t fail to notice, that the number 12 is the date of my birthday. May it be lucky or not, 12 would still remain as my favorite number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-9221875733943950817?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9221875733943950817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=9221875733943950817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/9221875733943950817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/9221875733943950817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/number-12.html' title='The Number 12'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6947605670857815262</id><published>2010-03-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:01:08.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>Blog Things: The Scribble Circle Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thescribbledcircletest/circle-6.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the types, you are the most nurturing and tender. You enjoy giving to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive when you are able to be helpful to other people. You have a very generous spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may say that you're a bit possessive and over protective, but you are just concerned about the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to live a meaningful and unselfish life - which can make you a bit too focused on others at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thescribbledcircletest/"&gt;The Scribble Circle Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Cheaper Than a Therapist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/3907532922184581277-6947605670857815262?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6947605670857815262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6947605670857815262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6947605670857815262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6947605670857815262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-things-scribble-circle-test.html' title='Blog Things: The Scribble Circle Test'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-4441420953608812469</id><published>2010-03-22T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:51:32.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Author Sued for Plagiarism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/"&gt;J. K. Rowling&lt;/a&gt;, the author of the seven series best selling fantasy novels Harry Potter&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;named as one of the defendants in a lawsuit alongside publisher Bloomsbury for copyright infringement. The representatives of the estate of the late Adrian Jacobs claimed that she copied parts of Jacobs’ books about Willy the Wizard for her book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The author denied the claim stating that she never heard about Jacobs and that she never read any of his books; and that the claim against her was baseless and ridiculous. She is in the process of applying for the dismissal of the case for its lack of merit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The book that allegedly has been copied according to the estate of Jacobs is The Adventures of Willy the Wizard No. 1 : Livid Land. They claimed that a number of ideas from the said book were incorporated to the above-mentioned Harry Potter book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The suit was originally filed on June of 2009 against Bloomsbury, the publisher of &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; in Britain and after almost a year, J.K. Rowling was included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have never heard that Willy the Wizard exists until now, more so, I have not laid an eye on any books of Adrian Jacobs. I am still a Harry Potter diehard fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/3907532922184581277-4441420953608812469?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4441420953608812469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=4441420953608812469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4441420953608812469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/4441420953608812469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/harry-potter-author-sued-for-plagiarism.html' title='Harry Potter Author Sued for Plagiarism'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-3196353974399607569</id><published>2010-03-16T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:25:50.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Fresh Air for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To me this idea is very absurd.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing when I first heard about it.&amp;nbsp; The gift of Mother Nature that used to be free is now being commercialized by putting them in can and sold in the market.&amp;nbsp; I am not really into this idea.&amp;nbsp; Is that how scarce is the world's oxygen already?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&amp;nbsp; Come to our place; fresh air is still in abundance here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A lot of people are only trying to commercialize fresh air.&amp;nbsp; We don't need to buy canned fresh air the way&amp;nbsp;we buy bottled water.&amp;nbsp; Just go to a place where there are&amp;nbsp; lots of trees or near a beach and for sure you will be refreshed and it's for free.&amp;nbsp; Others may find it a luxury but for me, I do not spend a cent just to breath fresh air.&amp;nbsp; All I do is visit our farm and stay there for the whole day.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of trees and the food is freshly pick from our own garden.&amp;nbsp; That is the advantage of living in the countryside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aside from that, we do not need to buy bottled water&amp;nbsp;as there are a lot of water coming from the natural spring everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Do not&amp;nbsp;talk about bacterias that we might get from there as I won't believe you.&amp;nbsp; I have been drinking from the same natural spring since birth and I am still very much alive and have not contacted any disease&amp;nbsp;cause by the bacterias present in the water.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I am thinking maybe it is because we Filipinos have strong stomachs that can endure anything including hunger hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And back to this&amp;nbsp;canned fresh air, no thanks I would rather get mine&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;its natural source.&amp;nbsp; As others would say it, only an ignorant would buy this product.&amp;nbsp; Well, I do have the same stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-3196353974399607569?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3196353974399607569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=3196353974399607569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3196353974399607569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3196353974399607569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresh-air-for-sale.html' title='Fresh Air for Sale'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7037559797501951410</id><published>2010-03-09T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:26:49.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>I Am a Woman and Proud of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That is always my affirmation everytime I look at myself in the mirror. I did not have an idea that it was International Women’s Day yesterday until my friend greeted me. It was touching to have someone to greet me on that day. I find it very sweet. For all the women out there, I salute you all for being what a woman should be, a mother, best friend, colleague, confidante and whatever role you have undertaken. Let us continue to nurture and shape the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me share with you what &lt;em&gt;Nancy R. Smith (copyright 1973)&lt;/em&gt; has to say about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.workplacespirituality.info/ForEveryWoman.html"&gt;For Every Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong, there is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is tired of acting dumb, there is a man who is burdened with the constant expectation of "knowing everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is tired of being called "an emotional female," there is a man who is denied the right to weep and to be gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is called unfeminine when she competes, there is a man for whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is tired of being a sex object, there is a man who must worry about his potency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who feels "tied down" by her children, there is a man who is denied the full pleasures of shared parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who is denied meaningful employment or equal pay, there is a man who must bear full financial responsibility for another human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who was not taught the intricacies of an automobile, there is a man who was not taught the satisfactions of cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For every woman who takes a step toward her own liberation, there is a man who finds the way to freedom has been made a little easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are not second class citizens of the society or the weaker sex and therefore should not be treated as such. We play&amp;nbsp;a big part in shaping the future of our children. We have the rights equal to what the men are enjoying. Fight for&amp;nbsp;them if you have to at all times.&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/3907532922184581277-7037559797501951410?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7037559797501951410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7037559797501951410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7037559797501951410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7037559797501951410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-woman-and-proud-of-it.html' title='I Am a Woman and Proud of it'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-644593636430156102</id><published>2010-03-07T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:32:31.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Nino'/><title type='text'>My El Nino Phenomenon Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It is almost three a.m. but I cannot go back to sleep anymore no matter how hard I tried to court sleep. As usual I am sweating profusely because of the heat. I am getting tired of t already. For now, what I want is rain. I woke up very thirsty that I had consumed three glasses of water in succession. I am trying to deny it, but sometimes I can’t help being grumpy. I think my mood is affected by the present weather condition. I wish I can do anything to cool myself. For now, I want to dip in a tub of ice to relieve myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember the time when El Nino struck the Philippines in 1998. That was the worst summer I had. We had water shortage. We had to wake up as early as 2 a.m. to look for water as there is nothing coming from the faucets at home. We were forced to find a way to solve this predicament. We had to fetch water using kariton for as far as two kilometers away from home. And this water is only for drinking and cooking purposes only. We would do our laundry in the place where there is water that is coming out of the faucet. Sometimes if we are lucky, we could only get as far as half kilometer to do our laundry. We cannot even take a bath at home. In order to do this, my siblings and I would walk another kilometer to the nearest spring from our home. Good thing that the spring did not dried up considering that it did not rain for months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It didn’t end there. There was food shortage too that made the situation even worse. Normally, I never ate NFA rice. And we never bought rice from store. My grandparents business is rice milling so we had our own storage of rice. It changed when land started to dry up because of no rain. People cannot plant so there is nothing to them to harvest. As a result, my grandparents’ business suffered a loss. We cannot even have rice for consumption. We resorted to buying it from stores. When the government started to distribute rice, my parents avail of this program so that we can have something to eat. Unfortunately, the NFA rice they distributed was an inferior one. The first time I ate it made me think like it was the end of my world and that I have to say goodbye to the kind of rice I used to eat. Later, I was able to appreciate it since we do not have anything to eat but only this inferior variety of rice. It may not a feast to the senses but at least, it relieved me and my family of hunger. There was even time that I would cry as I do not like its taste but I got nothing else to do but to eat it. It made me appreciate the importance of rice to our life as it is our staple food. I never thought that I would experience this kind of suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When the first drop of rain came, I cannot describe what I felt during that time. I was like a crazy person who had experienced rain for the first time. I was shouting and running in glee feeling the raindrops on my face. I cannot forget that part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-644593636430156102?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/644593636430156102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=644593636430156102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/644593636430156102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/644593636430156102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-el-nino-phenomenon-experience.html' title='My El Nino Phenomenon Experience'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-11975796551893363</id><published>2010-03-02T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:22:58.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Sweaty Afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Due to the rotating brownout we are experiencing, all our court hearings were suspended for the meantime. Yay! I am relieved to think about it. Nobody could stand the hot and dark courtroom. When you are inside it, you would feel like it is the middle of the night because it is very secluded and no air would circulate. The last time we had a hearing there, we were in the middle of a trial with the prosecution witness testifying and being barraged with a lot of confusing questions from the defense when the light went out. The lawyers were sweating as well as all of us present inside the courtroom. My heart went out to my boss who was wearing a black toga over her clothing. We were all fanning ourselves and I was getting conscious as I was afraid that I already smelled of sweat. Ewwww…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since this scheduled brownout will stay a little longer, I will also be experiencing sweaty afternoons as it is very hot inside our office. I think this is something that I would endure until the summer ends. Oh how I love to dip in the icy cold water of a river like I used to do on summer time when I was a kid. For now, my friends are a piece of cardboard that serves as a fan that helps alleviate the heat temporarily and candles during the night to drive away the darkness. We have four hours of brownout everyday. One hour in the morning, two hours in the afternoon and one hour again at night. Not a good one but it is better than not to have electricity at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some critics of the Arroyo administration say that it is already a preparation of the government for the upcoming election. This is to condition the mindset of the people to make them use to the problem of brownout and to hide their agenda about manipulating the first ever automated election in the Philippines. I do not know it this is true, I am just imparting what I overheard from the conversation of other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3907532922184581277-11975796551893363?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/11975796551893363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=11975796551893363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/11975796551893363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/11975796551893363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweaty-afternoons.html' title='Sweaty Afternoons'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7765131571692062776</id><published>2010-02-28T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:57:55.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Secret to Business Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are a lot of contributing factors for a business to be successful but there is one thing that I consider very imperative for the business to flourish; customer service. What is customer service, you would say. Someone defined customer service as a series of activities designed to enhance the level of customer satisfaction. It is an important aspect in business operation; that is why companies are exerting efforts to enhance this area as it is vital for the business to thrive in this highly competitive world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But what would you consider as a good customer service? For me, it is the way an establishment deals with its customers in a friendly and accommodating manner; that they would leave the place smiling and wanting to come back again. Customer service is the first thing that has been introduced to me by the Human Resource representative on my first day of work in my previous job. Everyday, we were also being reminded that the customers are the most important part of the business. They should be treated with utmost importance as they are the lifeblood of the company; without them the business will die. To make a customer unsatisfied is a grave sin to commit. In my three years stint, this idea has been inculcated in my mind that everytime I go inside a business establishment, I would rate it based on the way they handle customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If there is one establishment that stands out among the rest, I would say it is the Pizza Hut in SM City Davao. They have very accommodating crew. I am saying this from firsthand experience. They would serve you from the first moment you enter the establishment until you are done. They have this bell that a customer would ring if he is satisfied with the service. I like their idea; by doing so, they would know if they have done the right thing or not. I have experienced the same thing in Pizza Hut in KCC Mall Gensan. I think it is all the same with all the Pizza Hut branches all over the Philippines. I don’t know with other countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If there is an excellent service, there are also lousy ones. And it happened three months ago in SM City also at sadly, one of my favorite chain, Shakey’s. They let me wait for more than thirty minutes without even going to my table to apologize for the delay. And worst, I was served with a cold pizza. I lost my appetite and I vowed never to go there again.&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/3907532922184581277-7765131571692062776?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7765131571692062776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7765131571692062776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7765131571692062776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7765131571692062776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/secret-to-business-success.html' title='Secret to Business Success'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8090827521501945141</id><published>2010-02-27T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:14:49.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I Hate Brownout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was comfortably watching the replay of the American Idol Top 24 when suddenly the tv turned off. It is this scheduled brownout again! I hate this power outage that we have here. They said it would last until May. I got nothing else to do but light candles and wait for the electricity to come back after an hour. We have a scheduled power outage three times a day and each lasts an hour. It is so frustrating. It is so hot here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Summer is already around the corner. This is the problem when you are in a tropical country; you only got two choices, a heavy rain that brings flood and sickness or dry and hot summer that brings drought, sickness and skin diseases. Which do you think is better between the two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We have not yet started to plant on our farm in this condition. Some farms and irrigations have dried up and the soil cracked. I cannot risk investing on the farm because I know what will happen. I do not want to be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmm…going back to this brownout, in order not to get pissed off, I lighted 3 candles and imagine I am having a birthday party and that I am waiting for the celebrator to blow the candle. It is better to think of pleasant thoughts than lost my patience. I killed time by singing any song I could remember. Little by little, I forgot about the situation I am in. By doing so, I did not get bored waiting for the electricity to be restored. When I heard people shouting, I know that it has already been restored. Thanks God I can watch tv again but too bad, I already missed American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/3907532922184581277-8090827521501945141?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8090827521501945141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8090827521501945141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8090827521501945141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8090827521501945141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-brownout.html' title='I Hate Brownout!'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-3762204774864266312</id><published>2010-02-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:57:42.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All people from all walks of life have dealt with financial problems once in their lives. In the case of those people who belong to the middle-income bracket and below, it is one thing that is constant in their lives. And I being a struggling government employee am not an exemption. As I have observed most of the time in our office, when it comes to the subject of incoming checks, people are getting agitated. Who doesn’t need money after all? We cannot feed and clothe ourselves if we do not have it. We cannot support our family if we are not earning. Most of all, we cannot solve our debt problems if we do not have funds in our pocket or bank account. Although money is not everything but it helps us a lot in our dire needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They said money is the root of all evil but I disagree. It is not the money itself but the love of it. We should spend our money wisely and would not let it rule our life. It is true that it is vital in our day to day living but let us bear in mind that there are also a lot of things that money cannot buy. We have to utilize our money for our good and that of our fellowmen for it is in this reason that this blessing has been given to us.&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/3907532922184581277-3762204774864266312?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3762204774864266312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=3762204774864266312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3762204774864266312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/3762204774864266312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6967688524247563152</id><published>2010-02-21T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:42:46.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watching Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We sent off our mother this morning for her flight to Manila. I thought my father would be with us but for some unknown reason, he went home very early. He did not wait for my mother’s departure time. Yesterday, I wondered what made him accompany her in going to Cotabato City to spend Saturday night with us. We left the airport as soon as Nanay checked in. We went straight to Euvelyn’s home and lazily spend the afternoon watching Avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a good movie and I enjoyed it very much though I passed out several times to oblivion while watching the whole length of the movie. I think I am going to watch it again when I get the time. I am not going to elaborate what it was all about as I am sure everybody have watched this movie. I just hope this movie left a lesson in each one of us. If we do not stop being selfish and greedy, we will end up exhausting and destroying our planet in the process rendering our own civilization its looming demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That is all for now fellahs! I am off to sleep as tomorrow is another grueling work day. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3907532922184581277-6967688524247563152?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6967688524247563152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6967688524247563152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6967688524247563152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6967688524247563152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/watching-avatar.html' title='Watching Avatar'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-7688092063416403386</id><published>2010-02-17T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:12:16.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>We Have a New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My mother is scheduled to go to Manila on Sunday to be with my sister Elanie as she is expected to give birth by first week of March. She wanted to be earlier than the scheduled delivery of her granddaughter. Yes it is a girl based on the latest result of my sister’s ultrasound. However, this afternoon, I was surprised the moment I came out of the courtroom. When I opened my bag and checked on my cell phone, I read my other sister’s text message saying that Elanie was already in V. Luna Hospital in Quezon City as she will deliver her baby today. I was euphoric thinking that I am going to have a niece this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After dinner, my father called me to suggest names for the baby but I told him we already have chosen the baby’s name. Yesterday, Elanie and I have agreed on giving her the name Eriene Leila. What is funny was that yesterday she was telling me that she plans to make passes and asking me what will be a good reason for it so she could be permitted. Now, she has all the good reasons for that much needed passes so she could get some rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As for my mother, she was not able to make it again for the second time. She wanted so much to be with my sis when she gives birth. However, circumstances did not permit her as Elanie delivered her baby on a much unanticipated and earlier date. With my sister’s first baby, she did not make it too. She arrived when Elanie was already out of the hospital. Better luck next time again Nanay. That is; if Elanie is still planning to have a third baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/3907532922184581277-7688092063416403386?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7688092063416403386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=7688092063416403386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7688092063416403386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/7688092063416403386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-have-new-baby.html' title='We Have a New Baby'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-8160309005125423598</id><published>2010-02-15T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:26:04.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zodiac'/><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me through My Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was born in the Year of the Ram. I look it up on the net to know more about the personality of a person under the sign of this animal. It says that that ram is the most feminine sign of the Chinese zodiac. Good thing I am a girl hehehehe… It is also talented and has a good sense of fashion. Most of these people preferred to be a painter or a designer. This is not true with me; as far as I know, I do not possess any sort of talent; more so with painting or designing. I&amp;nbsp;am the exact opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The following statements are true with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;People born under the sign of the ram wanted to win the approval of the person they respect. They always in need for attention of those people they love for them to feel loved and protected. They are sensitive and too emotional and cry for unknown reasons. They shy away from confrontations. They have a gentle and caring nature that always in need of protection. They are sweet and sensitive in a relationship but too shy to say what they feel. They find it hard to approach strangers and strike a conversation. They can be lazy sometimes. These people find joy in the simplest of things like a good view, nature, a well-written song or a beautifully crafted object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Of the negative personality of the ram, I have the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessimistic, self-pitying sometimes, lazy, indecisive and careless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On the positive note, I am candid, sympathetic and perceptive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As for the rest of the personality of the ram, I decided not to put it here as it does not say anything about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/3907532922184581277-8160309005125423598?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8160309005125423598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=8160309005125423598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8160309005125423598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/8160309005125423598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-to-know-me-through-my-sign.html' title='Getting to Know Me through My Sign'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-6706066372784855712</id><published>2010-02-14T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:04:12.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I do believe the Lord above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Created you for me to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He picked you up from all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;because He knows I love you best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have a heart and that is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And it was given from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So care for it like what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;For I have mine and you have too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When I go to heaven and you’re not there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I’ll wait for you on the Golden Stair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you’ll not come on Judgment Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know you went the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I’ll return my angel’s wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My golden lamp and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To prove to you my love is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I’ll go with you wherever you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;guys, I can't resist the Valentine's Day fever so here I am sharing one of the best poems I ever read.&amp;nbsp; It was written simply with no hints of Edgar Allan Poe's&amp;nbsp;Annabel Lee&amp;nbsp;appeal but it is really beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I hope you like it the way I do.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907532922184581277-6706066372784855712?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6706066372784855712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=6706066372784855712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6706066372784855712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/6706066372784855712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907532922184581277.post-2343689432897152056</id><published>2010-02-14T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:59:16.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Scribbling my Way the Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, this is the realization of one of my goals this year, to start a new blog. I have been thinking about it for some time, and at last here I am posting my first ever post for this new baby of mine. I decided to start it today as the world is celebrating two occasions, the Chinese New Year and Valentine’s Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why Scribbling Moments? Scribbling is my way of killing time and a golden opportunity for me to reflect. I find inner peace while I let my hands traverse the face of paper and from that scribbles, a new idea is born, sometimes it is during this moment that I am able to find answers to my questions. This is the moment when I could think clearly and evaluate myself in another perspective. Not only that, when I scribble, I could feel the flow of endless ideas that I could not afford to mum and would let it die eventually. Those ideas are meant to be shared and not should be kept inside myself. For what is the use of keeping it when you can convey it to the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And my next goal now is quite challenging. That is, keeping this blog as active as possible. I know that as of now I am already having a challenging life by just trying to manage and balance the time I am spending in anything I do. However, I will try my best to achieve this goal.&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/3907532922184581277-2343689432897152056?l=scribblingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2343689432897152056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3907532922184581277&amp;postID=2343689432897152056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2343689432897152056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907532922184581277/posts/default/2343689432897152056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/scribbling-my-way-second-time-around.html' title='Scribbling my Way the Second Time Around'/><author><name>ushi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJ1ZIiM2X14/TLDyuN1s3sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L0cAw4aGZrs/S220/GEDC2638.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
