<?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-5066248325970346167</id><updated>2012-01-24T07:59:40.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Your life won't change unless you     change it and if you are not as successful as you wish to be, it is most probably because you are too wise to take risks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-7385193304386251677</id><published>2009-11-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:50:18.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How parents react to these days youth</title><content type='html'>A part of growing up having more problems but not yet the severe. Sometimes you just have to listen to your parents but still sometimes they OVERDO it. Though most of us people today are quite in the busy mode, especially those teens having series of challenging homework, we still put up to one thing that would really hurt a lot if continuously said. Unlike before, I enjoyed the way how they put in words of wisdom to me, how they help me in my strengthening my spiritual senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HIGHLY doubt that today. Words of continuous what are you doing and are you done yet keep on coming out from their mouths. I try to manage my time and even help my other siblings to the fullest but they just wont understand how hard it is for my part to finish up what I'm doing. Before I always think this wouldn't affect me that much provided that it wont be a daily basis. I was WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As myself, I personally like and can't resist to help others. I USUALLY get into trouble with them even without my liking. I am always the afflicted one. YES, I MAY NOT HAVE SACRIFICED a lot but still I can feel that I'm too pushed up. They ALWAYS BLAME me for what I can't even accommodate at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only a simple person. I can do all things at once. I'm not some sort of a super human who can process everything you put in it. How they fairly react to things makes me annoyed. IT'S just TOO MUCH to bear. I mean hearing those same words every single day makes me well that, annoyed, irritated... You might say I'm selfish and unreasonable BUT still, can't I have MY LITTLE VERSION OF FUN AND RELAXATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they were very supportive. Now, they just think of what I do as a very simple task WHICH ISN'T. If without a group is what I managed, I would never make it to what I've reached because they'll keep on saying stuffs as if it is easy to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ANSWERING BACK IS VERY VERY WRONG BUT I CAN'T HELP NOT TO THROW BACK WORDS AT THEM. I HAD ALWAYS ENDURED THOSE LONG WORDS OF THE SAME THOUGHT, MEANING AND SOUND. THEY JUST ARE SO ANNOYING. I MAY SEEM LIKE A REBEL BUT I CAN NEVER DO THAT. IT'S JUST THAT I WANT TO ANSWER BACK FOR THEY SAY SUCH TOO MUCH. TOO MUCH. IT HURTS DEEP DOWN, BEING ACCUSED OF SOMETHING I WASN'T ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH OR EVEN FIGHTING WITH MY SIBLINGS. I AM HONESTLY QUARRELING WITH THEM BUT I CERTAINLY DO NOT HURT THEM AS MUCH AS THEY HURT ME WITH THOSE PIERCING WORDS OF ACCUSATIONS. IT'S JUST HOW THEY REACT TO NEW TRENDS FOR THEY DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO STUDY FOR THEY ALREADY FINISHED IT IN A DIFFERENT WAY. AN EASIER, FASTER AND PROBLEM FREE WAY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-7385193304386251677?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7385193304386251677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=7385193304386251677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7385193304386251677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7385193304386251677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-parents-react-to-these-days-youth.html' title='How parents react to these days youth'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2317093776162732096</id><published>2009-07-11T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:40:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True to The Heart</title><content type='html'>First of all, what is true love? Do such things even exist? I'll start it out with a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous, boastful, proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it does not keep record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice bit rejoices when truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, it is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. Love will last forever.” (The Holy Bible; 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a, NLT Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is best seen as devotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based on how we feel. Certainly our emotions are involved, but they cannot be our only criteria for love. True devotion will always lead to action—true love. In any other way, true love is slowly created and not readily made. How can anybody know whom to love at first if they don't even interact with people in their community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, true love is the product of true devotion, meaning love would never succeed if couples would not even bring trust to one another, for example, in a married relationship, problems tend to arise. Ordinary, immature couples would handle this by quarreling and complaining. This does not show love at all. This is one proof that such kind of love is just based on physical or forced attraction which proves worthless at all. On the other hand, experienced married lovers handle the situation by talking to each other in the proper manner to solve everything. That proper manner is looking for the solution together thus the words trust and true love comes in. They establish an even tighter bond with each other through hard times and good times. This is unconditional love. Love that tends to fill those gaps in the heart with new hope and determination to further live. That is being true to the heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2317093776162732096?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2317093776162732096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2317093776162732096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2317093776162732096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2317093776162732096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-to-heart.html' title='True to The Heart'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-3221614695356672240</id><published>2009-07-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:34:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous Blessings?</title><content type='html'>Though blessings are supposed to be fruitful, nevertheless, they'd appear to pose a threat. You may wonder how but the explanation is simple. Not all that you are able to see and get are real, sometimes, such awful things comes disguised in nice pretty presents. In short, not everything is a heavenly bliss of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may easily think that acquiring blessings are always nice. Yes, that is quite true but the bottom line here is what if the blessing you try to get just puts you into deep water? What I mean is if such thing you may want to  have  is hard to get, it will jut be a burden. An example is forbidden love. Such luck and happiness will be felt if those two lovers are able to enjoy a life of free loving. To get such blessing, they try their own way of having it and that is by eloping. True, when they meet, that truly is the blessing but with that blessing comes another disastrous package, that is the force that will try to break their newly found joy. As an effect, they will be harshly separated where in it involves true separation by the death of one lover or by killing each other to be set free of such life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, life is unfair and their blessings try to shape and test ones future but to any extent, it is up to the person to maneuver his or her way out of such mess and one should always think of the right decisions for not all blessings are wonderful, some will give you more than pain if you don't handle them carefully. Disastrous blessings will not exist if one would be good enough to sort out life's presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-3221614695356672240?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3221614695356672240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=3221614695356672240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3221614695356672240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3221614695356672240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/disastrous-blessings.html' title='Disastrous Blessings?'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-521408617838731206</id><published>2009-07-11T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:17:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure-in-others'-misfortune</title><content type='html'>It is not enough to succeed; others must fail. (Gore Vidal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malice is like a game of poker or tennis; you don't play it with anyone who is manifestly inferior to you. (Hilde Spiel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotion of pleasure-in-others'-misfortune (Schadenfreude in German) is generally regarded as morally evil. It is often considered to be less acceptable than envy, which is regarded as a deadly sin. It would appear to be morally wicked to be pleased with another person's misfortune than to be displeased with another person's good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to feel this way for various reasons. One of this is because they wanted the same misfortune they felt to befall another who tends to be more blessed and successful compared to them. If we put it this way, it is not a form of revenge but a kind of twisted moral judgment for why would one desire for another person's&lt;br /&gt;misfortune? Basically, the answer is "If I don't deserve it, why does she have it?" This is pretty idiotic. Of course you must be contented of what you have. The bottom line is people despise another who surpasses him for he thinks he deserves more. As a result, they tend to laugh at others whenever they fall down to ashes. This leaves them satisfied with what had happened and proud that they are able to surpass that certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, this topic is quite true between sisters, family and even friends. Once these people had reached the peak of their success, one gets jealous and tries to wreck havoc in that happiness. Though they might not show how they really feel, once you turn your backs, they laugh as if there is no tomorrow for joy is what they feel for your defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-521408617838731206?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/521408617838731206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=521408617838731206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/521408617838731206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/521408617838731206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasure-in-others-misfortune.html' title='Pleasure-in-others&apos;-misfortune'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-9106436829721588821</id><published>2009-07-11T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:14:13.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and Running</title><content type='html'>Starting this days, probably I'd some blogging again! Yay! Anyways After a few years HAha! I've posted again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-9106436829721588821?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9106436829721588821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=9106436829721588821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/9106436829721588821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/9106436829721588821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-and-running.html' title='I&apos;m Back and Running'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8973174153339426638</id><published>2009-03-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:11:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus We Near the End...</title><content type='html'>Hey, knowing that all the things we've learned and passed through is coming to an end and we're getting quite haunted by the research defending days, I hope everybody will be happy by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, we'll just past requirements and clearance signing but it isn't that easy.  &lt;br /&gt;Young people, starting in elementary school and particularly in middle and high school, need to develop a sense of time and place in their life course. Looking forward is a chance for students to build on what they've learned and explore exciting new possibilities. Celebrating the moment – a step taken or a goal achieved – gives students a chance to feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Looking back gives students a chance to review and reflect on what they've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sure is right... We still have a new chapter in our lives... Fourth Year... and as for the Graduates, College... If you think about it, it's far more complicated than eating, sleeping and taking a bath... More complex than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems like I'm far more caught off sleeping than writing a blog neh? Anyways, Congratulations graduates! Your next chapter will be written next! As for us, we'd try our best on continuing surviving the school you guys shall leave...More Power to everyone, our teachers both past, present and future ones! Graduating is the beginning of a new era in life~ \m/ ^_^ \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8973174153339426638?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8973174153339426638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8973174153339426638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8973174153339426638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8973174153339426638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/03/thus-we-near-end.html' title='Thus We Near the End...'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-7440109552134855014</id><published>2009-03-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:57:33.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ECA's and A Lot More to Go!</title><content type='html'>Well, yep, this will definitely be it... We had to do the rechecking and retyping of the ECA and be busy with the fact that I am a Science Club member concerned on the helping with the task in our activity next week the best way I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! this ECA thing really is serious! You really need to be accurate of what you type in here if not, that means extra labor for our teachers... Anyways, I still have to tend to some business in Science Club, helping in the making of our project be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody's having trouble with a lot of stuff regarding our studies and needed things for our compliance especially research but hey everybody has to loosen up a bit don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it might be hard but try sleeping early, that will help. I know every classmate of mine would go to me saying that sleep is not a word existing in their vocabulary. Well at least an advice is to relive it in their vocabulary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much special I'd say but ECA's and A Lot More to Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this blog entry of mine isn't going anywhere. Well, at least I said something for this week. Must be all the things needed to be done which makes me feel more blank everyday... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one more thing is fix your research. Yeah I know this one is boring the way we put it but it is our ticket to a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-7440109552134855014?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7440109552134855014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=7440109552134855014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7440109552134855014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7440109552134855014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecas-and-lot-more-to-go.html' title='ECA&apos;s and A Lot More to Go!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8582546071610341386</id><published>2009-03-28T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:41:12.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Week of Chaos...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know this is quite "Test" centered or whatever you try to call it but finally after the week of labor... Here comes fulfillment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "not" part of the fulfillment thing is seeing the results of the tests. Hck anyways, we've got a lot more to worry about neh? First-off, Science Clubbers and Camp Enthusiasts would love to enjoy their share of the Science Camp, School's Version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were informed of such for it was written as an event for the upcoming weeks ahead...Well, we also got to worry about fixing all our Extra Curricular Activities... Boy, for the looks of this ECA thing, this would be a had\rd drive on a bumpy road... Remembering all your past participation in various stuffs is quite a head ache mindi you and probably a torture for our teachers. I mean is they have to recheck the parts and activities written on it and especially all the other points listed on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ask, our teachers are the ones who suffer from most of the changes overtime... Still they have the least salary... Well, life must go on and I'd tune in next week for the part of the busiest days ever! O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8582546071610341386?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8582546071610341386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8582546071610341386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8582546071610341386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8582546071610341386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-week-of-chaos.html' title='After the Week of Chaos...'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2614536560266006329</id><published>2009-03-28T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:30:10.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Finals...</title><content type='html'>Well, as I said, the JS Prom really whacked a lot of energy out of our systems... Well, I really look at it as an energizer... Well the Final Periodic Test is becoming more of an energy drainer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Prom, most of us got that, hang-over feeling... I don't quite know why but it was beginning to make us think that we weren't even willing of taking the test at all... Anyways, most of us struggled reviewing... Others insisted not to for they relied on their stock knowledge... Stock knowledge or industriousness in reviewing the whole chapters all over again, I'd stick to the other option. Besides, there is a lot to lose if one wouldn't study carefully... This was the final grading where in any body could get back up those low grades. It's either grab the opportunity or let it go... For me I'd study and see how that helps me through the test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't use much ellipses on this one do I?? I just feel sleepy that's all... &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about one entry done for today... Still got to study... @_@\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2614536560266006329?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2614536560266006329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2614536560266006329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2614536560266006329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2614536560266006329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-finals.html' title='Before the Finals...'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6378047636316353432</id><published>2009-03-28T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:14:24.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Junior, Senior Promenade</title><content type='html'>Junior, Senior Promenade or JS Prom for short... After lots of preparations, at long last... the day finally came... Yes, it didn't turn bad instead had a good over-all rating if many were to be asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly happened in that faithful day? Well, first we had the processional. This time, probably everyone took it seriously unlike the practices we had. I noticed that the person beside wasn't there. She must have run late and she did... She arrived after the long processional. Anyways, the speeches that are obviously long enough to make anybody hungry followed. Dinner was served at about nine since the speeches were still running long... Finally, after everybody had eaten and rested, the line dance followed.It was followed by all the dances then. After that, party time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate fountain was the nicest thing near to a scrumptious dessert. Well the party had me going for a bit but I got aching feet and sleepiness to be dealt with. I settled for mostly sitting on chairs when the sweet dances followed. I adored different couples having a share of their dance, in the sweet way. The place really was crowded by most of them. Nice, but it got boring for me eventually. The same partying thing all over again. I called my mom and went home early, at about 2:30 A.M. Well, probably most of them went home at five according to what I've heard. Maybe the thought of having the Periodical Test, Finals, slipped from their minds... Well that's all to be said, the JS Prom, the way I saw it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: 5/5 Availability of Seats: 5/5  Food:4/5 Desserts: 5/5 Over-all: 4.5/5       &lt;br /&gt;*I gave 4 for the food because I wasn't able to enjoy the empanadas given after I went home and I expected more food for dinner that night...XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6378047636316353432?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6378047636316353432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6378047636316353432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6378047636316353432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6378047636316353432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/03/junior-senior-promenade.html' title='The Junior, Senior Promenade'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-5310382323422838498</id><published>2009-02-22T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:35:27.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That CRUSHing Feeling</title><content type='html'>Love Won’t Hurt You, It Will Just CRUSH you! –Joke! This feeling depends on how the person handles this sticky situation. Well, my blog today is about crushes. Wonder if all what I’ve said goes on the right track? Let’s read along to find out, if you really want to persevere reading this awfully long entry of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crush defined is a word used to describe special feelings you have for another person, a classmate, or friend that you really like.   It is also said to be a bit like the romantic love adults feel toward one another. It seems as if having a crush on a specific person has been going on in ones life since the time of our ability to walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I too had a share of such feelings. I never expected to feel that when I was still very young at about five years old. I can’t remember his name for I had just played with him at that age. We always climb up wall, dig dirt, and do childish stuffs. All I know, he was fun to be with and he treated me nicely as a good friend. I admired him for that. Not all children at that age, especially a boy would enjoy playing with a little girl like me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the feeling of having a crush is intense and this is what I exactly felt or somewhat related to these: getting butterflies my stomach, I think about him often, and I sometimes tend to be clumsy around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all things last forever though. The usual day we met was not what I’ve expected at all. He didn’t arrive. No person to play with, talk with and laugh out loud with. I got sad all of a sudden not knowing why he disappeared. Then, it hit me. I asked my parents about it. They said the boy’s grandma won’t work in ours anymore that is why he didn’t go back, though I still hoped for him to go back. It remained like that for a very long time. Eventually, as time passed by I slowly forgot all about him until, I couldn’t even remember much of those childhood days spent with him. When I grew up, crushes never did touch me as much as when I was younger. It is as if I’ve developed this immunity against them. Just kidding, I always have minor crushes. They tend to disappear overtime it makes no difference at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry because I’m not alone and these feelings are normal and happen to everyone even parents. It would also be a good idea to talk to them about it. Some good ways to bring up such a subject to your mother or father would be asking them of their first crush and then from there bring up the boy or girl you have a crush on but I couldn’t  even have the guts to talk much about these things to them. Another good person to talk to would be a person you trust greatly, like a best friend. Also a diary or journal is a good way to let out your feelings of a person, but just remember to keep it in a safe place; from little brothers or sisters, still, I don’t follow what I’ve said about spilling emotions towards crushes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a crush helps us realize the qualities we like or dislike in a person.   Crushes never really seem to be chosen; as they always seem to be coming out of no where and are unexpected. And when thinking of a crush you tend to want someone to have the same reciprocal feelings of having a crush on you. When having a crush the most obvious kind of attraction to them is physical. We are attracted to those who are pleasing to look at. The most common forms of crushes seem to be on a professional athletes or famous celebrities; however, in time we’ll never really meet them in person, but it’s still o.k. to dream and look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, not based too much on my own experiences but from what I’ve observed from many people who experienced the same thing as well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE THE POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE SIDES OF HAVING CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive side is that happy feeling you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative side is; what if the feelings aren’t mutual or what if he doesn’t even know I exist? Chances are he or she has probably seen you around school, but doesn’t know your name. However, with celebrities they probably don’t know who you are. But for the guy or girl that goes to your school a couple of ways to possible talk to them is if he or she’s on a sports team and they have a game, compliment him or her on playing, try and be interested in what they like. Sometimes even a simple “hello” will do the trick. Another thing about crushes is if the infatuation is not the same. That’s called a broken heart, but don’t worry you can recover from it. And maybe for some reason they don’t see your great charm and great looks to be appealing to them it is alright too; you can always just have them as a friend because I’m sure that would be great too because chances are you’ll have many more crushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that wraps all about everything I could spill. Too bad I can’t remember the name of the first crush I ever had though. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-5310382323422838498?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5310382323422838498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=5310382323422838498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5310382323422838498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5310382323422838498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-crushing-feeling.html' title='That CRUSHing Feeling'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-783884591551135075</id><published>2009-02-14T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:05:08.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Simple Student, saying Thanks to our Beloved Teacher!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! This week didn't turn as good as the last one. In fact, it got worse. Boring, too many homework, too many projects and too much hassle. Well, I'm not complaining or anything but, this week's highlight is Thursday after classes and Friday of the next day, when we celebrated Valentine's Day with our beloved, Ma'am Tenny del Rosario. I'd prefer to call her in her nickname. It sounds good and that's what I'm accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, yes, the thought slipped our minds for we were all caught in a bundle of student work. Man! To the last minute, we thought we'd never make it. Well, anyways, we planned it after ma'am left us so she wouldn't see us making anything at all. Then, I went ahead to the track near PUP. Boy, was I early. There weren't any signs of my classmates. I thought I was left alone, heck Ria and Karissa found my way and there, we embarked to go to the flower shop. Then everybody, well almost all of them, Ajae, Jenna, Ten, Kat and Elai caught us on the way. Yep! all was set but what we needed was those lovely teddy bear and balloon presents. It took us a million years to decide which was perfect.Finally we went over the school in our room and planted everything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the day where it was to be initiated. We still made other preparations. The leaves as substitutes for the rose petals we planned on spreading, cutting of hearts and furnishing the Valentine card. Well, thirty minutes passed from what we expected that ma'am would have come thirty minutes earlier. Well, when we saw her, alert! We lined up giving her a salute, welcoming her with our hands filed up above her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun began when ma'am said her emotions towards us, hugging crying and whatever stuff you'd feel when you're sad and happy. Great, heck it made us flush out tears not to mention ma'am as well. It was fun and we enjoyed every bit of it. Nice I'd say, yes this is only once in a lifetime. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just a simple student, saying Thanks to our Beloved Teacher, Ma'am Tenny del Rosario!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-783884591551135075?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/783884591551135075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=783884591551135075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/783884591551135075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/783884591551135075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-simple-student-saying-thanks-to.html' title='Just a Simple Student, saying Thanks to our Beloved Teacher!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8568633359580296114</id><published>2009-02-07T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:58:03.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compressed Jobs</title><content type='html'>Well, yes, Monday was ever so relaxing,not that much teachers around, and heck was is so fun to sleep all day. Well,I just felt ill so I'd rather waste my time in sleeping. Anyways, to jump start my week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning, the sun shines so brightly, so it means it was so hot. We didn't have our first period which was AP for ma'am Evelyn was too busy. Instead, she let Sheila take care of the whole thing. And so, it happened. Our discussion was full of laughter, jokes and stuff so,it ended up to nothing much. Every time Sheila would see ma'am pass by, she'd start discussing like a funny preacher in front. Isn't that wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, typical day, still experiencing lots of free time, we started off with Filipino. Since only a few minutes was left due to cleaning demands for the grass outside was getting to be much of a hindrance for a nice clean surrounding, ma'am Tolentino just showed us our LSB's for there's no more time left. She always guarantees us that we'd never forget her for, hey, we always have a bunch of assignment from ma'am. Anyways, we'd have this oration in English so everybody's getting the hang of memorizing, putting in their very best efforts. Anyways, we'll just have to see how ma'am Tenny reacts with our performances on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Ah as usual this is PE day and for a change we had badminton.The game was rather boring for we didn't enjoy that much.We still had to officiate the game that's why and we played in doubles. The rules were confusing but we managed to get through all of it. Ah, yes, still experiencing the luxurious benefits of tremendous free times ahead, seat works in Chemistry, a vacant period in Statistics, we were given enough time to practice for our oration on Friday. Well, when it was time to go home, we still cleaned the grassland in front of our room. Heck, it was tedious work and not to mention full of hindrances. I felt something move in my shoe. Well of course it wasn't a big deal for me whatever that thing maybe, well, I got worried about it and jumped away from my shoe shouting like, ah whatever some people call it, silly and there, upon shaking the shoe, the small frog jumped out. Nice! I couldn't believe that I'll Have a frog in my shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday, a day to day combination of madness, craziness and happiness. Still with numerous free time we enjoyed every bit of these days. One thing is The PTC on Friday. We still got incomplete grades though but at least I got higher. Anyways, we still had to go home early for we will have a JS practice tommorow. Talk about school days. The oration went well anyways so the only problem now is the declamation. O!a lot to memorize, but it's okay, anyway, we'd have a Speech Festival the following weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, couldn't believe myself that I'll include this as a part of school days. Apparently, it is. We stayed from 7 to past 6 PM. It was tedious work but at least we managed to finish off stuffs that are neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday is rest day or maybe not. I still have many homework left undone. Good for me I already did my Noli in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8568633359580296114?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8568633359580296114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8568633359580296114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8568633359580296114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8568633359580296114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/02/compressed-jobs.html' title='Compressed Jobs'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2502173874130010536</id><published>2009-01-30T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:00:58.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened??</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, Campus Idol had been the talk of the town. Many people just cant get over the fact of such event. Cant blame them though. Almost all of our contestants for the contest qualified. Wow! that's quite amazing. Now that the time had come for the first ever Campus Idol to be born, everybody had been ever so supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all through out the competition, I really had my back on supporting Ten, Ajae, Aaron and Dar, although not all of them made it. One thing funny about this is you get to catch the all perform on video. The first time the contest was done, Kat took the video. Well, she sang with the singers so eventually, she was heard on tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, she had been very busy with lots of stuffs. At least I managed to take the videos all throughout the competition. I even included various shots of Ten's kind of dessert. Heck, I hope she didn't mind such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all had been very busy this week. The collaboration of the three club made this event possible. The English Club, Liriko and LRC Club. Well, the whole thing was worth it too. Anyways, it was fun. D\Family day and everything, it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the family day, I thought it would just be my mom sitting around the corner watching the other parents play for I didn't include her in any of the games. Eventually, she was able to play more than what I have expected. Word puzzles, answering this question and stuff. Just seeing her with other parents , made me happy for at least she was able to enjoy her day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing many parents turned the school into a market flooded with buyers but seeing them play reminded me of little children. Fiddling, getting this ant that, others whining. That was something nice about the whole day too. Eventually, we went home late and with due regards to Ten, she won the Campus Idol, making her the first ever Campus Idol. Congratulations though I have said it many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2502173874130010536?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2502173874130010536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2502173874130010536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2502173874130010536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2502173874130010536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened.html' title='What Happened??'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8580861266481488259</id><published>2009-01-24T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:40:21.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, we’ve changed Sections!</title><content type='html'>Hello, Anyways… There is a Regional Achievement Test next week and selected pupils are going to participate in it. As a result, we Nitrogen people went our separate ways, just for that week up to Monday. That’s no big deal. The whole idea was fun. It may sound weird but, that’s how it goes. The only flaw was what we’ve already discussed before was just being discussed in the other section. Not, a problem. That didn’t matter. I’ll just tell how we felt as exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks were nice. Many of them were my old classmates since elementary. I’m glad they still remember me. Well, one thing was they didn’t change at all. Though all of us had been separated for a lot of years already, they remain friendly. They may still be noisy but that’s just how they seem to express themselves. Even though we were just new around their room, they treated us as one of them as well. They invited us to watch a movie the last time we didn’t have our Zoology class. They were all happy; everybody had their own talks, opinions and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, staying with the 3-H students was wonderful. Though we’ve just spent no even a week together, they eagerly welcomed us in. Well, we still have one more day to share on Monday. I wonder what would become of that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8580861266481488259?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8580861266481488259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8580861266481488259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8580861266481488259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8580861266481488259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-weve-changed-sections.html' title='Hey, we’ve changed Sections!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4016503875121260776</id><published>2009-01-24T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:39:32.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days out of Home</title><content type='html'>Well, since the periodical test was a blast this week, we still weren’t safe from the clutches of tons of projects. Well, lucky for us Ma’am Tenny gave the class another extension for passing the term paper. Since Half of Friday was allotted for the entrance exam, I together with Tenten and Katrina had this idea of an overnight in none other than our host, Tenten. Heck, every overnight we always stay in their house. Well, I cant count how many times we’ve spent in her house even if it was expected or not, like the one that happened when we did the chemistry module. That’s a long story so let’s move on to what had happened in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there we were, in the study room. Computers are all open, Ten with her laptop, Kat managing the desktop, and me, well they left me a few things to be done. Since we’ve forgotten about something, ah! Yes, the books, good thing Ten and I came up with the wackiest idea. It’s good I was able to keep the list secured. Man! That had us worried a bit. Well, since Ten went back to school that day, I had to accompany her for Kat suggested that she be left finishing her part of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we were back at school. Lot’s of people and we even got to see Kat’s mom. She asked us where Kat was but we told her she stayed at Ten’s house for it was her own will. Anyways, Ten invited Kat’s mom to ride in their revo. As the ever so persistent Tenten I knew, she waited for Mrs. Riman until she was done talking. Well, Ten and her wild desires, she wanted to sit at the back of the revo. I had to join her or she’ll feel alone there. Well, Kat’s mom almost didn’t agree but at the end, we sat at the back. After all of that, we looked like we had a picnic going around there, reading a lot of stuffs. Ah, one thing I would never forget is when Ten tried to perform an acrobatic act fitting herself to the front seat of the revo, where Mrs. Riman and her son had once sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as soon as we got back, Kat got all bored and she played music, doing all sorts of stuffs. At least she was able to finish the whole thing. Well, we all slept late, except for Ten who already fell asleep. Anyways, Kat and I slept at 2:30 AM or something. We couldn’t remember the time. The next day was rush hour. Even though we tried to finish everything, it just becomes harder and harder. We recount, recheck and did lots of stuffs. So, it all ended up at a slow rate of finishing the term paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. My God! We were still not done but we were in total rush. Need to finish this, need to edit that, oh don’t forget need to recheck that. Oh, finally we were able to finish the whole thing, furnished and complete. One thing that annoyed us was the laser printer. It was not working properly. Doesn’t want to print anything, that wretched thing. Well we used another one and finally, it did the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last breakfast we had together was from Mcdo. Longganisa, Ten’s favorite. Last thing I remembered was the same thing was we ate before. Boy, Tenten really loves longganisa. Anyways, we were sent home after that. Man! We were exhausted and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4016503875121260776?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4016503875121260776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4016503875121260776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4016503875121260776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4016503875121260776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-days-out-of-home.html' title='Three Days out of Home'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6463341446949420223</id><published>2009-01-11T00:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:34:15.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Where It All Happened</title><content type='html'>Man! Hectic, as usual that’s the brief description I can give for this week. After I had long been gone from classes and my mind is still on a trance except form the fact of the long vacation, I had this feeling that I wasn’t that prepared for this, so let’s deal with this blog entry, now let’s go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost all things in this week were all in the “rushed” state. To start off with, I’ll tell a bit of the research thing again. How could we possibly be able to think about it after we had long been in the Statistics mode? Yes, we were given the time to present this and do that but hey, it was too pitiful that we had to deal with much of the Stat portion rather than most of the research with is the crucial part. Well, that’s just what I wanted to say, so one week of giving a research topic that isn’t approved yet is not that bad right. Well, let’s move on with the term paper in English.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really loved all of this term paper and stuff for my group mates and I loved the topic very much and enjoyed every bit of it. My problem was, well Ten and Kat had the Math contest and needed to review so I was left with all the tedious stuff to be dealt with. Hey why do I always get the biggest share? I love big stuffs but not when it comes to work, no way, but I have no choice, its either this thing suffers or I do it for our sake. Well, I was thankful for our fused idea of doing all the work on the bibliography and clippings stuff last vacation so I just had to deal with the RRL and fixing the bibliography. Eventually, I finished it and was able to pass on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, at least some subjects were done in a flash. Well, we’ve still got much projects left but so little time to fit them all in. Well, anyways, it is part of being a student, so you must force yourself to do it! You must, and you shall. This is the right path for you for me and everybody. Let’s do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6463341446949420223?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6463341446949420223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6463341446949420223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6463341446949420223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6463341446949420223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-where-it-all-happened.html' title='The Week Where It All Happened'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8133061854271354158</id><published>2009-01-11T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:33:30.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Bang New Year!</title><content type='html'>Good bye 2008 and hello 2009! We’ve just entered a new dawn of the year. Everybody must have enjoyed their last year but for me, I still had some tests to worry about. Anyways, I’d just tell my New Year fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with a rainy day, all was cold. People got noisier by the second. I was hanging by the sari-sari store of my auntie while I heard various explosions form fireworks, by the sounds they made I could tell you what those fireworks were… let me see, ah, the ever so famous piccolo, hey isn’t that prohibited, the notorious PVC cannon or locally known as boga, whoa, wasn’t this thing banned and some of the varieties of super lolo related fireworks, man I thought these things didn’t exist anymore. Luckily, they just use these stuffs seldom as they should unlike cigarettes they smoke everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as happy as it was our New Year was safely celebrated. We enjoyed it to the very last bit. Heck, we always slept late and eventually get bored of some of the stuffs we still needed to do so that gave us a good whack on the head by old mom here. Well, we get back to our senses and finish those chores and go back to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s all for our happy celebration. I hope you celebrated yours as good as well. Remember, don’t hold any firecracker that didn’t blow up for that may take a good portion of your hand away. Oh, and for my classmates, send me some postcards if you ever went somewhere in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8133061854271354158?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8133061854271354158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8133061854271354158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8133061854271354158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8133061854271354158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-bang-new-year.html' title='Big, Bang New Year!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8900484600375399963</id><published>2009-01-11T00:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:32:54.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas, All I got was a few, This Christmas, I’ve got a Handful</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays, it’s Christmas, the most special day of this week which I want to highlight and emphasize in this blog now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world, we celebrate this joyous day, the day where everybody gets a tight bonding with his or her family. A very nice day indeed and we even had the weather going well with us. Perfect isn’t it. Oops, here comes the children for their money and gifts need to tell mom and the others to hide. Just kidding, it’s an open house today. We expect them to come and got what they want. First off, a bunch of little children walking down the street entered the house next to us and another and… blah, it seemed like it never ended and we still planned on going there too because our relative from abroad just went home, that’s the reason why people never stopped pilling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to amuse ourselves, my cousins and I decided to play all sorts of weird games we could think of. We even spent time asking ourselves medical questions though we didn’t find some amusing. Well, lucky for me, I’ve got an advance of 500 pesos from my godmother who just visited lately. She even included a cake with it. She told me that it was to make up for all those times she weren’t giving me anything at all. As sweet as it sounds, I’ve just noticed one thing, there were more people who value the money that’s why they go to their godmother’s houses, not to greet and chat with them but to get money. Well, that is quite sad isn’t it? Anyways, there’s more food again. I never expected much of it though. Heck, and hey, this day got quite boring later on but the best bit of it was when we went to church for the simbang gabi wherein we almost got no seats for the chairs were occupied to the max. I didn’t see my classmates here both old and new but hey, maybe they’re on vacation or they just don’t go to church sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we watched some television shows and ate various foods and eventually, we went to sleep. Ah, this really makes vacation such a wonderful treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8900484600375399963?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8900484600375399963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8900484600375399963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8900484600375399963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8900484600375399963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-christmas-all-i-got-was-few-this.html' title='Last Christmas, All I got was a few, This Christmas, I’ve got a Handful'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-7394307841195225326</id><published>2009-01-11T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:31:57.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Everything and Let’s Go Partying</title><content type='html'>Wow! After the bloody exams for most of us, it’s time to celebrate. For the past few days, everybody had been very busy in preparation for the choral singing contest, yet another showdown with the other years I guess. Well, because of that, not that much of class time and more on training stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love days like this. Sometimes, it helps you feel relaxed within. No petty troubles, away from stress and none of that cram-to-death scenario going on. Well, I’ll tell more about our choral group. They’re composed of the finest and the most willing persons you could find. They’re much disciplined though most of the time they cause their manager, master of training and performing arts, Dei, a major headache once they lose their energies. Well, can’t blame her, teaching a bunch of people is painstaking serious painstaking effort. You can’t just give it all in one shot and once they forget it, you’d blow a fuse out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have you know, all these efforts paid off pretty well. It seemed like the competition was intense, especially with our seniors. Well, all we knew was my batch mates had all that effort and practice well done, so everything went well. We had won the contest, proving that doing your best goes a long way, oh and don’t forget to add enjoying your work too! That helps much as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that performance, we had to cram with our school level presentation number, and mind you, it wasn’t that easy. We had to remove a lot of acts and add fillers in it so it wouldn’t look like we were a bunch of crazy people dancing in front. Yes! Everything went fine and here we go in the best part, food! Everybody was starved after the long day they’ve been through but it seems like our section weren’t even out of energy after all of that. I don’t know if we’re hyperactive or merely a bunch of mob looking for more things to ponder attention on. We’ve got this knack of taking group pictures of our section for fun and posting in the net, so we’ve just gone haywire when we lied down the grass and formed the letter N having our old classmates go up Maliksi Building to capture everything. Phew, I guess they had their hands tired of holding lots of cameras and taking a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this day was very long indeed but all was worth it. Fun, amusing, entertaining, you name it. This was the day all of us had that fun and freedom from the chain of books, notebooks, projects, and homework that were needed to be done. This was the day we’ve longed for so long, but we better be prepared for the challenges next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-7394307841195225326?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7394307841195225326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=7394307841195225326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7394307841195225326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7394307841195225326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/drop-everything-and-lets-go-partying.html' title='Drop Everything and Let’s Go Partying'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2273813656334244512</id><published>2009-01-11T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:30:12.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, we’re Back on Track</title><content type='html'>After a few days or weeks of being pulled out from classes, finally, I’ve returned. At long last, I get to see the glimpse of our never changing classroom, still a mess. Well, Having been away for at least a week gave me the feeling of boredom of the same class routine. Well, that’s what I go to school for, to learn lots of stuffs. This week, all I’ve learned are environment friendly stuffs. Here’s a shot of some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve learned about nature’s processes in a deeper way. Who knew that acid rain, yeah as simple as some smoke goes up in the air and mixes with the water vapor condensed there involves certain chemicals like sulfur from smoke mixes with water vapor in  the air and so on. Oh, even though normal rain is slightly acidic for, I’ll save the explanation, I feel like I’m not to good at this. Well, next goes to the day we really come back to classes, with smiles on our faces for our efforts weren’t wasted because we’ve won the contest and we thank God and our coach for teaching us and lending us her tight schedule though she’s a very busy teacher at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was saying, the classroom…was still as it is and yeah! I’m glad some of the lessons we’ve missed are a bit few but some of them were very hard. Well, with all the homework and projects that were needed to be passed, it’s just crucial for the test is just a few days a head! Ha! Who said we’re exempted with all that! It’s just fair that everybody will take the test. Well, at least they gave us a next year chance of getting some of it. The others, were quite easy to understand but the ones we left out for next year are going to turn bloody once we’ve gone back after the long Christmas break. Well, that’s it for now, and let’s just looks forward for a nice, cozy and warm party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2273813656334244512?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2273813656334244512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2273813656334244512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2273813656334244512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2273813656334244512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-were-back-on-track.html' title='Hey, we’re Back on Track'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-1603072748692543887</id><published>2008-12-11T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:20:38.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Day Heroes</title><content type='html'>One for the books: Boy lost life saving 4 kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20, 2007 01:49:00&lt;br /&gt;Carmela Reyes&lt;br /&gt;Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOCAUE, BULACAN -- The 13-year-old boy who died while saving four children from drowning after a pagoda sank during fluvial festivities here on July 8, 1993, has been hailed as a modern hero in a newly published school textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajid Bulig, an elementary school student, is remembered for his bravery and heroism when he saved the children during the Krus sa Wawa feast, in what came to be known as the “Pagoda Tragedy,” according to the book “Ang Lahing Pilipino sa Nagbabagong Panahon” written by Ela Rose Sablaon and Lazelle Rose Pelingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the book, which is written in Filipino, “A pagoda vessel ferrying many passengers sank during the 1993 annual Pagoda festival in Bocaue. Sajid was among the 279 fatalities of that accident. He died after rescuing four children from drowning.”&lt;br /&gt;The book, which was published in February 2007 by Rex Bookstore, is used as a textbook for Sibika classes in private and public elementary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uanjiza Mercado, Sajid’s sister who teaches computer courses at St. Paul Catholic School here, said her brother made the family proud every time the town celebrates the annual Krus sa Wawa festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulig’s story of heroism is found in a chapter on the “Mga Huwarang Filipino” under the topic “Mga Makabagong Bayani.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am glad that many of our children are interested in Sajid’s life and the good things he did. He serves as a real model for the youth today,” Mercado told the Philippine Daily Inquirer, parent company of INQUIRER.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna Zerrudo, Department of Education’s schools division superintendent in Bulacan province, said the book was a good educational tool that teachers can use to teach students about Bulig’s bravery and heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamil Mercado, 9, a Grade 3 pupil at St. Paul Catholic School who uses the book in her Sibika class, said many of her classmates looked up to Sajid as a young hero. Sajid is also Mercado’s uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July 2002, the Kapatiran ng Birheng Presentacion from the City of Malolos and its affiliated groups built in Barangay Bambang here a monument of Bulig carrying on his arms a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erlinda Bulig, Sajid’s mother, said she and her family had been offering prayers and flowers at the monument and his tomb at the Bambang cemetery every July 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the boat tragedy, festivities were suspended from 1994 to 1999 but resumed in 2000 with less fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008 INQUIRER.net and content partners. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;© Copyright 2008 INQUIRER.net, An INQUIRER Company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-1603072748692543887?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1603072748692543887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=1603072748692543887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1603072748692543887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1603072748692543887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/12/modern-day-heroes.html' title='Modern Day Heroes'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-618429199293631584</id><published>2008-12-07T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:47:47.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Is Being Excused Nice??</title><content type='html'>Ugh… I’ve been excused from classes for one week… Hey, if I’d look at the bright side, I don’t have to worry about homework but heck know what, well commonly if one will get excused from classes in our school even just for a day, you’d miss a lot of stuff… That’s what’s happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, most of my classmates are used of being excused but I highly salute them for they can easily get a kick back our lessons… For me, I think it’s quite hard… Ha! Well, anyways, life is full of obligations, without these… you’d lose your ability to venture into more stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to sacrifice stuffs to get some things, well actually not get but gain more experience in life. If you have had your share with these understandings well, you obtain clarity of mind…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you get out of different stuffs depends on what you do in life. If you’d just slouch every day, nothings going to happen to your life but if you really want to catch back up, well put yourself together and go for the gold. Much effort means you really want to have the fulfillment you desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my whole school days this week, well, I didn’t learn any new lessons except for what I was reading. Anyways I really want to go back classes ASAP but I can’t just yet well, I just hope they didn’t go that far already… and being excused can either bet good or bad depends on how you handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-618429199293631584?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/618429199293631584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=618429199293631584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/618429199293631584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/618429199293631584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-is-being-excused-nice.html' title='Hey! Is Being Excused Nice??'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2164912855458350518</id><published>2008-11-30T00:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:21:55.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any problems? Take time To Forget</title><content type='html'>Many people nowadays take things hardly. They feel like they ought to be alone and fill themselves with thy emotions which make them believe that they’re only ones who have to take it all in. Don’t be a sponge and soak every problem. Sure it might be too serious but still, don’t just shout to that person who would ask you what’s going on or if you have any problems. They’re just concerned about you ‘because you’re not your normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m not talkative, yes you might say that and what do I know about such mere stuffs. Well, only those who had acquired knowledge through time and looked at life in a whole new way around will only be the ones able to get what some things mean. Yes, problems are of a big tasks but reach those hands of thee and you’ll find out that someone will lend you theirs. There’s always a person who cares, they’re just around the corner.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, personally, we all have problems. Some are too light to be talked about but others are just too heavy to be spilled out. Still, having friends are the best ways to get away from problems. At least you can talk to them or if you’re the loner type who just wants to keep it all for yourself, well I advise you to take a shout out of it all. Sometimes you just have to be alone to figure this out all for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valor is stability, not of the legs and arms but of the spirit and soul. Have the courage to take it all out for thee not to be burdened. Remember, problems come and go but the friends, knowledge and experienced from these troubles you’ve encountered will help you over time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2164912855458350518?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2164912855458350518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2164912855458350518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2164912855458350518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2164912855458350518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-problems-take-time-to-forget.html' title='Any problems? Take time To Forget'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4190983384609965582</id><published>2008-11-21T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:53:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Sick Takes Out a Lot of Energy...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever awakened to a scratchy throat and a feeling of drowsiness that you just could not shake? Somehow you know that it's the type of day that seems to last forever--the one where you are for some reason unable to muster your usual energetic self. These can all be classic signs that you are getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of getting sick can bring symptoms of a head cold. It's miserable. You have no energy to do anything. Work, errands, chores all of sudden become huge burdens, obstacles on the rode to recovery. But before we're bed-ridden, we know it's coming. The imminent congestion or fever or cold begins to reveal itself a day or two in advance. It starts with some soreness, maybe a fog washes over you. Maybe it's just the slightest tickle in your throat. Before you succumb, bolster your immune system and stave off those pesky germs before they really hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink a lot of water. If you feel the onset of a cold start drinking water immediately. Dehydration weakens the body's ability to fight infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthy food: fruits and uncooked or steamed vegetables and a small portion of protein. The natural sugar in fruit and the protein (meat, chicken) offer energy during the day, while the vegetables can be great antioxidants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest. Since you're not yet ill, you're probably having to go work, school, take care of the kids, or whatever full-time task you may have. That leaves little rest for the weary. Take a short nap during the day if you can. Most importantly, don't overly exert yourself, physically and mentally, if you can manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cold medicine (if your symptoms have increased during the day) and go to bed early. Even if you're not tired, force yourself to lie down. Your body should be exhausted enough to sleep, even if you don't feel entirely ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d ask me if I followed that, yes but still chances lead me to sickness. No matter if I run away from those who have them, they keep following me. Woah! I got sick now! I can’t believe it. I hate being sick. It takes a lot out of you. Next time, I hope people would learn how to avoid infecting others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4190983384609965582?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4190983384609965582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4190983384609965582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4190983384609965582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4190983384609965582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-sick-takes-out-lot-of-energy.html' title='Getting Sick Takes Out a Lot of Energy...'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-867834992712751964</id><published>2008-11-14T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:23:13.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to Bed!</title><content type='html'>For eternity, there can only be, only homework, and it's not our chosen one! Anyways, assignments had been an integral part of life, well for us students but it just can't be helped that every single day, they pile up! So my topic this week is sleeping very late as in very very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is sleep anyway? Well, I have you know, this is an essential routine by any human being. In this state, the mind and the body comes to a partial halt which doesn't mean anything like you're thinking literally. It means those parts of the body rest from too much strenuous activities done by us. If I may ask you the time you sleep at night probably you'd answer at about past twelve pm or so. Well, I hate to say this because I do this as well, that is an abuse to yourself!         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects of sleeping late? some have bad experiences in sleeping late others may find it normal if they are used to late hours. Generally, sleeping late harms our health, you will feel dizzy in the morning when you wake up, you will find food uninteresting, you will miss morning exercises which puts vigor and strengths in our body, you will feel nauseated every time you wake up in the morning and wanted only to sleep for the whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it will take a toll out of your brain as well. It will slow down your thinking skills, like a rusty machine, well if you did experience that, just get back from those sleepless nights you've encountered! That's the best tip ever! Anyways, it's up to you if you'd follow or not. What's important is yourself! Take very good care of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-867834992712751964?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/867834992712751964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=867834992712751964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/867834992712751964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/867834992712751964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-to-bed.html' title='Go to Bed!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8843867968737797554</id><published>2008-11-09T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:06:42.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Hey, been bothered by too much homework lately? Well, look at it at the bright side! Sometimes group works and projects give you the opportunity to have fun and share time with your best buddies. What will you get if you have me, Ten, Kat and Justin? Well, a whole day with a little slow progress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you the story of our simple chemistry project which turned into an overnight bonanza at a house we didn’t expect we’d go to that day. 8 o’clock was our settlement time, well for me and Ten though. She called me at about 7 am to check if I was still sleeping. I answered the phone and told her I’d be at Kat’s house in a minute. If it hadn’t been for too many hold ups in our house, I’d be there on the right time! Well, I arrived 15 minutes late. Justin the followed at about 9 am. There was no intrnet connection at Kat’s house so it led us to the decision of going to Ten’s house. We never expected we wouldn’t be able to finish the chem. Project for one day so we jumped to the conclusion of an overnight. We all got the permission of our parents for it was already late at night. Poor Justin here wasn’t even ale to talk to his mom that 11 pm for his family was all asleep already or maybe his mother asked the help of a search party to look for him. Well, anyways, we were able to finish the bloody thing and were able to sleep. The next day, we went home all tired and not yet done with our other homework left unattended. Well, who knows, maybe another day tomorrow, we’d be having something unexpected happening again right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8843867968737797554?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8843867968737797554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8843867968737797554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8843867968737797554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8843867968737797554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day-tomorrow.html' title='Another Day Tomorrow'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6589795850683024400</id><published>2008-11-09T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:59:30.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Hectic Week!</title><content type='html'>It wasn’t funny if I’d imagine it but as Christmas nears, more homework and projects add up to our collection of vacation tasks. If you’d ask me, we’re students who never get a break! Anyways, Last sembreak, we were given ttons of homework like too much of Noli Me Tangere. Have to tell you, that one was bloody! Too many seatworks there, too many to write and lots and lots to read. I had to spend the whole time of my break for almost all of that before I go to Laguna! I had no option but to put all my efforts to my homework! I didn’t even had the time to clean my grandfather’s tomb for I already left for the camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there were lots of nice stuffs that happened during the camp. I’ll just share a few of them. At first, we didn’t do anything but lie around the quarters waiting for something to happen. Maybe we were not the first school to arrive but when we got there, there were only a few participants. Heck, I didn’t think of the camp like that. I thought we would be busier than usual. Anyways, the next day was crucial. There, we were taught a little about doing the research, had our own “terrible” grouping… Why? Because Katrina and I got to the Blue Team. We thought it was a systematized group but to our surprise, it wasn’t. They were horrible! We already thought of something like a new cheer and steps but they keep on changing it over and over again! So, we didn’t get awards for that day. Ah, alas, we called our team the team who has no future. The opposite came on the second day. We garnered four awards. Not bad at least it’s worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I did what I had to do for the holiday, visit my grandpa. Well, there were an awful lot of people in the cemetery. My sister and I didn’t stay for long for we will be doing something else. Well it had been an awful, long and tiring week…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6589795850683024400?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6589795850683024400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6589795850683024400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6589795850683024400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6589795850683024400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-hectic-week.html' title='What A Hectic Week!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6250689227120911469</id><published>2008-10-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:38:58.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye school, hello sem break!</title><content type='html'>Whooo! School days are finally over, for now but hey, who couldn't use a smack of a whole week of break. Yeah, I know we're too late for this break and other schools already had theirs but what the heck. This is a blessing!Nobody else could wish more. Well, I'll start it this way, is this really sem break or sem squash? Why squash, I used it to describe the week as a burden of homework fully loaded with it, tons! Well, sorry for thinking about it as a burden but hey, we'll have the test next week. Sem break wouldn't be fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm used to it. The homework and stuff, bah, they're part of a "student's" life. And I remember this message said by my teacher before, "never think of homework as burden it's part of life, like a challenge, it'll make you learn from it." Nothing is worth it if you won't die for it. Now I'm not saying you die for your homework for it's worth it. Just take it easy. Nothing will be accomplished if you'll pressure yourself! Haha, take time to relax and enjoy yourself. Nothing here exists without any good pleasure in it. Well, I'm making it short for I'm so excited about my own sem break. Well, got to go and enjoy my free time, till next time. Send me a post card if you'll go somewhere. Heh! happy one week vacation! \m/^_^\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6250689227120911469?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6250689227120911469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6250689227120911469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6250689227120911469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6250689227120911469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bye-school-hello-sem-break.html' title='Good bye school, hello sem break!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8059313171595535917</id><published>2008-10-18T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:18:33.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiring Week</title><content type='html'>Ever had a pleasurable week? Well, for students, no. I haven't enjoyed any pleasure at all. First, I'll start off with well, a rather boring week day. Nothing much happened and to think of having the PT next week without having anything learned, impossible. That's why they moved it after the sem break. Great! Lots of crap to worry about after the break. Anyways, we haven't had classes and no discussions. Talk about class. We even had a district meet stuck up last Thursday and guess what, nothing beats a good dose of chem! Never expected to it have though know why? Well, a bunch of us were really industrious students who went to the chem lab. There we tried to wait for ma'am but somebody went there and said in excited tone that, "we won't have chem, ma'am is there watching at our losing basketball team." ha so we went to watch but a few more minutes she went there alarming everybody and resuming our old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't go home for we stayed at school to work out our newspaper. Well that was a long night. Some slept for hours while some of us worked their butts off doing the whole thing. Our eyes almost got stuck the computer. Anyways, what do people with no sleep 24/7 get, well reduced memory that's it. Until now for I still haven't got some rest, I feel a bit dumb, it's a bit hard understanding anybody for a while. Ha! well, that's worth the experience! Anyways, got to catch some Z's, night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8059313171595535917?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8059313171595535917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8059313171595535917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8059313171595535917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8059313171595535917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiring-week.html' title='A tiring Week'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2666968581622997319</id><published>2008-10-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:31:22.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball with A game of Tag? Red vs. Blue</title><content type='html'>This was really weird. I know us girls really mess much in basketball but hahaha, I really believed in our team. Nonetheless, they were awesome. Well, Finals, they showed what we've got. Another Blue Vs. Red Match wherein Red reigns supreme (Pease on Earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as I was saying, This game was so fun, girls tend to commit traveling for they didn't know much about the word "dribbling" heck, anyways, this game is ours! All ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make this long. Red Macintosh reigns victorious against Blue Vaio. Well, having played basketball is really great. But the pleasure of watching girls play it is a whole lot better. Like playing tag, when one accidentally lets the ball loose, somebody's going to get it. Then when somebody holds the ball, it seems like football. Tackle! Take 'em down. Hahahahahaha. That's it, that's all. Better watched than told!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2666968581622997319?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2666968581622997319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2666968581622997319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2666968581622997319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2666968581622997319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/basketball-with-game-of-tag-red-vs-blue.html' title='Basketball with A game of Tag? Red vs. Blue'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-3743027578450726213</id><published>2008-10-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:54:10.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals in Exchange for Something Unexpected</title><content type='html'>"She's a winner!" He's a real loser". We frequently hear people&lt;br /&gt;labeled as winners or losers. We seem to instinctively know the&lt;br /&gt;difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here in the title is an acknowledgment of what most people&lt;br /&gt;want. To be a winner. To feel like a winner. With all the talk of win-&lt;br /&gt;win thinking, we still want to be a winner and to enjoy the positive&lt;br /&gt;emotions that accompany being a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three days of no Sports Fest actually paid off. Though I was new in the profession, I never expected something big with it for I didn't think I'll make it with only limited time like that. I know copyreading in Filipino and English are both different in medium, they are parallel to what stuffs are done and well the thought. I made it to the 8th place in Filipino level. Though I was almost there, still, this wasn't meant for me. 1-7th gets to go to Batangas on December and 8-15th, well, sorry, better luck next time. There is no such thing as defeat or failure in contests, it's just delayed success. I still have next year and who knows, maybe I'll make it to those lucky 7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-3743027578450726213?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3743027578450726213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=3743027578450726213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3743027578450726213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3743027578450726213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/intramurals-in-exchange-for-something.html' title='Intramurals in Exchange for Something Unexpected'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-1033937568435054786</id><published>2008-10-12T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:01:36.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Boys Macintosh vs. Vaio</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha!, the Vaios are really taking the Intramurals seriously. Well, I can't blame them for that. This is their last year. Well, I'm going far off the topic. Volleyball had always been fun and all but if we'd look at it this way, volleyball boys and basketball boys both start at the same time, they'd choose basketball of course. Anyways as volleyball boys was the last event, this was an extravagant thing to watch. &lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, the Blue and Red rivalry had been practiced during most parts of the Sports Fest. Seeing that the Vaios are older than us and have most of the advantages, who'd say our boys won't have the match equal to their extent. Thought as funny, this game was really hilarious! Though Vaios were twice to beat, heck, we took them on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started great! We were already winning. I can see it with their performance. Anyways, yah, I know we've got this game controlled but hehehe, some stuffs really come all of a sudden. When it was the Blue teams turn to serve, Mr. Jayr (don't know if thats the right spelling) Hit Mr. Jake straight on the head. Bull's eye! Right on the spot. Hahahaha, if you saw that, you'll actually burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Still Macintosh won! We won! Yeah that's right! A nice title, Macintosh pummels Vaio (Um, peace everyone peace!  (\ /)&lt;br /&gt;                                  ('')&lt;br /&gt;                                  c(")(") Hey it's a bunny, peace guys!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-1033937568435054786?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1033937568435054786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=1033937568435054786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1033937568435054786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1033937568435054786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/volleyball-boys-macintosh-vs-vaio.html' title='Volleyball Boys Macintosh vs. Vaio'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-5067694120755931346</id><published>2008-10-12T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:30:48.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat is On! All Girls Volleyball Team</title><content type='html'>Set! From start to finish, a historical fight. Doesn't it seem clear? Just read on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as we come to the end of the Intramurals '08-'09 one very significant event in the history of volley ball girls. Would you expect that the 'lil ole missies will beat the older professionals when it comes to volleyball. Heck if I'd tell you the whole thing, from the first time they fought each other, ah, as I watched it from afar, I thought the whole thing was going in our way for I know the Red Macintosh Team were great! And besides, the Green Acers where first years. As the saying goes, never underestimate something which is smaller than you, they eventually pack a punch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fight was so intense, close and very sticky. Red can't get a big lead against the Greenies! If you might wonder, it's only a seven point lead which was almost the biggest lead ever made but this didn't hinder the small but terrible team to fight back, they managed to get those points and win over the Macintosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the last day of the sports fest, the Macintosh and Acers face each other for the finals. As I thought, we've got the fairest chance of winning for we've already got the first set! Still, History kept repeating itself. Tables turned and we're back at the bottom. Hay, nevertheless EXCELLENT! I salute the first years! Especially their team captain Judith and their ace player, hands down! Helen. Ever heard of Helen of Troy or Helen of the Greeks? Well, She's one amazing history same as those with what I've mentioned earlier! Anyways, This game's closed. Maybe the Right title for this is... Green Acers Lord over Red Macintosh. Sounds pretty, Wow! Go First Years! Till next years fight! We look forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-5067694120755931346?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5067694120755931346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=5067694120755931346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5067694120755931346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5067694120755931346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/heat-is-on-all-girls-volleyball-team.html' title='The Heat is On! All Girls Volleyball Team'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-5833011199988058575</id><published>2008-10-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:12:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day before the Intramurals</title><content type='html'>The week had awfully been a tiring one I can tell you and rather boring as well. Anyways, we’ve got two days of vacation this yester week. That was October 1 which was Wednesday.  It was Ramadan that’s why. Anyways, Monday and Tuesday were rather normal, typical, or any plain word that can describe it. We had some lessons, etc. and we talked about the intramurals. Well most of it though. Anyways, man! We had a quiz in MAPEH which wasn’t supposed to happen according to the fortune forecast of most students who prefer to have ordinary test free days. Anyways, because of that well, nothing came to our minds. It was simply empty. Ah, Thursday… The sandwiched day if you might ask why, here’s the reason; simply because Wednesday and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday have no classes and Thursday had been caught in between these days so it’s sandwiched and seems like it’s the ham in the middle. Still this day was rather medical in part and last intramurals formal meeting for the red team. Because of that, our Chemistry time was cut and we just managed to answer three items in the quiz, well, before the quiz and Chemistry time, we prepared cross sectional parts of frogs, as part of our Zoology subject. Heck that’s all for the school week for Friday was Alay Lakad in Maragondon. Saturday had been time for Molecules and the medical mission. We saw lots of people having their teeth pulled out and being check-upped. We even had some picture taking with the soldiers there. One even asked me if I even knew who the actor of Mr. Bean was; of course I knew it and answered him. He asked me that because of what I’m wearing. Still, days have to end right? And Sunday finally came. We’re having problems with computer so we’ll have it checked-upped by Mr. PC doctor. Ha, well, this days my Aunt’s birthday so lets celebrate! Cheers! And till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-5833011199988058575?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5833011199988058575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=5833011199988058575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5833011199988058575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5833011199988058575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before-intramurals.html' title='A Day before the Intramurals'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4274710277206509850</id><published>2008-09-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:15:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usually Getting Late</title><content type='html'>I hate being late. Besides getting to miss lots stuffs, you waste a lot of time which is gold to much people who value time. Having a service is like having the time to go home early but when it gets to your service mates, that’s where the problem is. They aren’t that disciplined and do not know when to say whether where they’ll go or what their where a bouts are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wont you feel the same if they repeat this process everyday?? I mean five times a day! I can’t take it anymore but I have to deal with it. Anyways they make traveling in the morning fast but the problem is its too early. What I mean about early is, talk about the van leaving at 5:45 AM then returning at 6 AM! Humph and there is a certain someone who is too much in a rush and like being chased by a mad horse. Talk about early… How annoying on our part and they’ll say were very slow for were their relatives very biased on those who doesn’t have a relation in our part! I really hate for that! They never lend an ear for us unless they need us! What a leech…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m not going too far with my comment for them. Anyways, we hate late so we go early. Sometimes if were always early, we get tired of it and eventually we become late as well to make things even. Hahaha! That is life! We give, “change” and take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4274710277206509850?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4274710277206509850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4274710277206509850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4274710277206509850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4274710277206509850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/09/usually-getting-late.html' title='Usually Getting Late'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2955128579634719327</id><published>2008-09-22T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:25:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One I Look Up To :  )</title><content type='html'>That person was my kindergarten teacher Ma’am Cielo Acosta. At first I couldn’t read so she didn’t accept me in her school. But, I knew she liked me to be there so she gave me some lessons in basic English reading. She influenced me to study harder, strive harder and think of education as a gift of God. With her warm smile, passionate dealing with me and her perseverance to help me succeed, she’s the person who kept on teaching me to the extent of what I can do. She taught me how to respect, to read, to write in English to be more open to others, to be friendly, to take studying seriously and to enjoy life as if it was gold buried in sand, easy to dig but hard to lift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was young and naïve back then, she treated me as if I was her own child. Because of her, I understood some things which were adult-like even though I’m still but a child. With her help, I learned to read between the lines and look at life in a better way. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t make it through my whole life of studying. For that, I thank her so much and admire her even though I knew she had some problems before, she smiled through every bit of it. She hid her tears though it hurts sometimes. That’s something hard to do, and I admire and look up to her like that, in a very great way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2955128579634719327?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2955128579634719327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2955128579634719327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2955128579634719327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2955128579634719327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-i-look-up-to.html' title='The One I Look Up To :  )'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-3413028728692555398</id><published>2008-09-19T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:05:45.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... Means There's Nothing to Say</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me Maikka, if you do know me anyway. I'm always there in one corner having nothing much to do, no one to talk to, no one who appreciates me and nothing to say at all. Yep, that's me, as usual in a confused state. I don't know why I'm posting this now. Anyways, heck nobody's going to listen to me at all. Who am I kidding I mean I'm being selfish just talking about myself and all but hey, this is Mai Blog, I can do what ever I want here. Hmmm, if I think about it, I'm just feeling sad most of the time. I wasn't like this but some things just keep on changing right, so people get sad and happy anytime they'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Why can't I say something . . . Hah, anyways, I'll start with my one week experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: An ordinary day the only problem is it's the day before the Periodic Tests Arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Ah, the faithful day had come, the first day for the P.T. XD Man! It's a little easy but hard on the other side. Well, normally, a half day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Woah! I didn't expect it to be this hard. Well, anyways, something remarkable happened, it's a half day again! Excellent what a free time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:   Ah, yes Thursday, and it's checking time... Well who knows what we score we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Dirty day for us for it's time to get muddy. Planting malunggay isn't that easy especially if you'd revert back to the time of prehistoric man. You know all those rock stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, nothing else to say and ... really means that I couldn't say anything much at all for now but wait till next time &gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-3413028728692555398?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3413028728692555398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=3413028728692555398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3413028728692555398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3413028728692555398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/09/means-theres-nothing-to-say.html' title='... Means There&apos;s Nothing to Say'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6579085029095636215</id><published>2008-09-13T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:21:30.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiddling Around with Languages</title><content type='html'>Just the other day I thought of learning different languages but, hey, I couldn't I don't have much time and dedication for they'll all mix in my head. Anyways, learning something foreign takes time for its new to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a foreign language takes time and dedication. The reasons  below may help to convince you to take the plunge, if such persuasion  is needed. Some reasons are practical, some aspirational, some intellectual  and others sentimental, but whatever your reasons, having a clear idea  of why you're learning a language can help to motivate you in your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you move to a different country or region, learning the local language  will help you to communicate and integrate with the local community. Even if  many of the locals speak your language, for example if your L1 is English  and you move to the Netherlands, it's still worth your while learning the  local language. Doing so will demonstrate your interest in and commitment  to the new country.  Nifty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried singing a song in a different language. Don't you want to learn all about that kind eh? &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you just like the sound of a particular language when it's  spoken or sung. Or you find the written form of a language attractive.  If you like singing, learning songs in other languages can be interesting,  challenging and enjoyable. If  you're a bit of a  linguaholic or  whatever you call someone who is fascinated by languages and enjoys learning  them, then one language is never enough.  0_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6579085029095636215?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6579085029095636215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6579085029095636215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6579085029095636215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6579085029095636215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiddling-around-with-languages.html' title='Fiddling Around with Languages'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-6752004689320764952</id><published>2008-08-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:42:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Posts don't Relate to ME or My Life????</title><content type='html'>Eh? What about that, this is the way I do it. I don't need to really tell everything in my everyday life if its just repeating.  I don't think like I'll enjoy that. Well,  for now I'm busy with loads of homework and projects which are too much too do.  We just entered second grading and I want to find time to study but seems like I couldn't due to overloading.. Well, anyways, I'll make this post short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I've got nothing special this week. I couldn't think of a topic that caught my eye or rang a bell. Hay, I've been so sleepy and bored this week. All we did was answer this watch that but that's fine for me. I'm a student that's what we do everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-6752004689320764952?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6752004689320764952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=6752004689320764952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6752004689320764952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/6752004689320764952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-posts-dont-relate-to-me-or-my.html' title='My Blog Posts don&apos;t Relate to ME or My Life????'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-3762919003210520787</id><published>2008-08-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:10:37.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends like Sticky Peanut Butter?</title><content type='html'>Is it me or are we just to caught up upon things that we don’t seem to even have the same bonding with our ye old friends?? Come to think about it, everything in this world is give and take. Did you get what I mean? Well, everybody becomes a friend of somebody. After series of hanging out with each other and watching each others back, sometimes, when they really get that separated, their bonds weaken, like water being heated. Each goes their separate ways. One gets bored with the other doesn’t want to do anything fun with his old friend anymore. Pretty sad but that’s the truth unless some might contradict and say, hey, friendship isn’t like that! Really? Probably only on your part. For me I already have sometime of thinking about friendship. Each misses one and till tend to forget about the one they “used” to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really couldn’t tell which are true friends from those who are “friends” that we have. Question is do they even treat you as a friend when they just approach you when they need you or worse than that suddenly leave you without even saying good bye in a nice way. Humph! Thanks for even hanging out with me even if it was just because you needed me for nothing because you can’t find any person you can hang out with for your friends are nowhere to be found! Yes that’s right. That’s the main reason of anybody I know anyways. Ya, thanks for your time but spend it for yourself. You don’t need somebody like me if your just looking for somebody to talk to! Then the next day if ever you gave me a bit of your precious time, you’d soon forget about me for you have your usual buddies to hang out with! Ha! That’s what I get for being to quiet. I get left behind unnoticed which really gets to boring for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I try to talk to people, they leave me… Ya, tell me I’m too bad for posting this but, my nature is to feel a striking emotion on a part of me, even if it was just a little bit, still I get hurt easily but I can tell you, bet you didn’t notice that huh? Why, cause I’m very good at hiding it. Tell, have you ever talked to me seriously or when you just needed me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this post is well, ugly an too crappy, well that’s just what I want to say, tell me if you experience the same, if you get left behind, and your feelings are set aside ha! The best way is to smile and have a happy disposition in life never mind them when you got yourself, you’ve got your own big treasure! Treat yourself nicely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-3762919003210520787?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3762919003210520787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=3762919003210520787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3762919003210520787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3762919003210520787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-like-sticky-peanut-butter.html' title='Friends like Sticky Peanut Butter?'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4784462370512375946</id><published>2008-08-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:25:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I want to Share with You People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgvY1NXq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xlhywYuFMps/s1600-h/CIMG0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486670464723842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 191px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgvY1NXq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xlhywYuFMps/s320/CIMG0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the bus itself even doesn't leave because of a certain someone who kept us waiting {hehehe no offense huh}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem,, were was I ah yes after "he" had arrived, a standing ovation was given by everybody. Too bad I wasn't able to take the photo. Anyways after that, Ah yes, the joy of a moving bus! haha! I'll show some of those striking poses... First off, lets have a pose which ten &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKerwd95FiI/AAAAAAAAACU/nCZmsN0Gp7Y/s1600-h/CIMG0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235341941007783458" style="width: 158px; height: 123px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKerwd95FiI/AAAAAAAAACU/nCZmsN0Gp7Y/s320/CIMG0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; always does when I ask her a photo &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, it does sta&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKerwd95FiI/AAAAAAAAACU/nCZmsN0Gp7Y/s1600-h/CIMG0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235344872840070130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 162px; height: 129px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKeubH5Lg_I/AAAAAAAAACc/vUCs3rUr3qs/s320/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;t to get boring in the bus so I just spent the time taking a few photos, well how do I look like when I wear this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everybody needs a stop over right? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKexcPvQYqI/AAAAAAAAACk/hEaO2q2P_pw/s1600-h/CIMG0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235348190660682402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 208px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKexcPvQYqI/AAAAAAAAACk/hEaO2q2P_pw/s320/CIMG0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Tadda! here, this is a look of our short stopover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKeyx9TgwTI/AAAAAAAAACs/ODR6bCBd8SA/s1600-h/CIMG0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235349663181226290" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 168px; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKeyx9TgwTI/AAAAAAAAACs/ODR6bCBd8SA/s320/CIMG0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's a peep on what kind of toilet we used to remove those "excess load" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now we saw some soldiers on the way and I did'nt take a photo of them for they might shoot met hehehe just kidding. Anyways here's Kat with her famous line in the bus, " why is it like that I want to take a picture with the soldiers..." Pretty childish huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKez0v6MGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vsCz5a7dKZ4/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKez0v6MGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vsCz5a7dKZ4/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235350810636589282" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 162px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKez0v6MGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vsCz5a7dKZ4/s320/CIMG0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got hooked up about the scenery passing us so here is one of them that I took a picture of isn't it too green? It describes the life before buildings even sprouted on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235352164749694914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 245px; height: 119px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe1DkX6V8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/831Zufym7ds/s320/CIMG0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, the long trip has to come to its destination right so... Here is the shot of what we've seen in Ocean Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, here is our tour guide Miss Jolly {Don't know if I got the spelling right}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235353640150126162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 181px; height: 136px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe2ZcqyTlI/AAAAAAAAADE/1v5VhhPiUNU/s320/CIMG0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is a good touguide and she really knows what she says :) and hahaha she steers us away to some stuffs we should'nt really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways moving on here are some of the magnificent animals on display in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235355403359748434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 498px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe4AFIuAVI/AAAAAAAAADM/cuGOLI_WXDU/s320/CIMG0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe9Qj9AfBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ye8TzFIsanE/s1600-h/CIMG0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235361184068172818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 160px; height: 95px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe9Qj9AfBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ye8TzFIsanE/s320/CIMG0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe-nOwaO8I/AAAAAAAAADc/gCfZLcRazYA/s1600-h/CIMG0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235362673026808770" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 142px; height: 73px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKe-nOwaO8I/AAAAAAAAADc/gCfZLcRazYA/s320/CIMG0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well actually I only got two because 1) Some animals are just too nocturnal 2) We didn't stay long enough to see more animals coming up later and 3) We were walking too fast. Anyways, lets move on in the Ocean Adventure Fish Tanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKfAwM5QbRI/AAAAAAAAADk/8gIpNr5N_50/s1600-h/CIMG0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235365026169122066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 209px; height: 131px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKfAwM5QbRI/AAAAAAAAADk/8gIpNr5N_50/s320/CIMG0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgZL5j3nfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ad9z1DbvpG0/s1600-h/CIMG0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462259038723570" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 184px; height: 112px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgZL5j3nfI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ad9z1DbvpG0/s320/CIMG0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course we need a memento of what we've seen in the place but the problem is uh, the price is way out of my budget! I couldn't imagine a cute dolphin stuff toy costs 350 pesos! Still I would'nt let this chance pass me so I just took a photo of me together with the dolphins! At least I got to hold them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgbPJIKQBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CN_cu3TU8Wo/s1600-h/CIMG0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464513780334610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgbPJIKQBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CN_cu3TU8Wo/s320/CIMG0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, I'm off to the sealion and dolphin show! These adorable creatures tend to amaze everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235467364259555090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgd1D_XZxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Bn6VoZAbFAA/s320/CIMG0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And off we left for the Subic safari. Here is a picture of the magnificent tiger. They are such big kittens that don't go purr but grrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235478681531609186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 410px; height: 137px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgoH0HScGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PmS1cLowfhQ/s320/08092008022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta hurry to the bus and sheesh, while walking ont he bridge what do you see down... Yeah a bunch of ferocious looking crocs. Looks like one wrong step and they wouldn't hesitate and devour you into tiny pieces. Scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480253714071650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 461px; height: 145px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgpjU8zAGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fXRjjPI93AQ/s320/08092008029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, here is a shot of us 11 students of course I'm not seen on the pic for I was the one who took it. Well, anyways, there's my bag and hat proving that I'm standing. As I was saying, this is our Last Supper. Though we lack one, look at the resemblance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483181716164130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 496px; height: 329px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgsNwm5TiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MLvot_KLXas/s320/08092008031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well that wraps all about the fieldtrip. You might wonder what had happened inside the bus when we got in. Well I didn't take any pics anymore for I got all scared with the movie they're watching... Yeesh... no more after this... the bus just gets colder as a person goes down. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4784462370512375946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4784462370512375946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4784462370512375946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-i-want-to-share-with-you.html' title='Something I want to Share with You People'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SKgvY1NXq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xlhywYuFMps/s72-c/CIMG0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-7430776875432121227</id><published>2008-08-16T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:03:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Day Vacation Spree!</title><content type='html'>What do you feel when somebody breaks this up to you? Hey, guess what, for the first time in history…. Common man say it directly to the point, I guess, Ok, well, we’ve got NO CLASSES. Yeah, big deal, its just for one day right and… Hey that’s not only for one day! What do you mean, it’s… Yeah FIVE WHOOPING DAYS! What??? Are you dreaming! That’s impossible nothing like that happens except semester breaks. Well believe it or not it’s true. Fine I guess all this sample talk gets too out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you spend your five day vacation huh? Well I’ll start out to enjoy, sleep, eat, watch TV, stay in front of the computer the whole day and better than that, I’m going to go to malls and to the beach! Seriously am I going to do all of these? Well, of course not. Ha! What I’ll do is slouch all day and do my homework. Hay, making me think of all these sucks. Well at least look at the bright side, at least I have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ve got some more days to spend limitedly for I guess I have to fear that this school week sensation is going to end soon! Ahh! I need to spend my remaining days wisely. Hmm, let me think… Ok I’ll think about it later after I finish my assignments. What to do, what to do… Ah sorry for putting in too many expressions, I’m just getting bloated of how to spend my free time. Till next time. Boy! Does this vacation spending all the time doing what I don’t know what to do and getting worried about the school day makes me oh, well uh, shucks I… couldn’t describe what I’m feeling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-7430776875432121227?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7430776875432121227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=7430776875432121227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7430776875432121227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7430776875432121227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-day-vacation-spree.html' title='Five Day Vacation Spree!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-8281798976984377031</id><published>2008-08-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:02:49.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at Field Trips the Other Way Around</title><content type='html'>An educational field trip can be an integral part of the instructional program. Good field trips provide participants with first hand experience related to the topic or concept being discussed in the program. They provide unique opportunities for learning that are not available within the four walls of a classroom. An example of this would be a turf grass management program visiting a golf course. A trip such as this would allow participants to see first-hand the many principles of plant growth and management, pest control, and watering techniques discussed in the program.&lt;br /&gt;Heck field trips might be much of fun fun fun but let’s set our minds to the educational part. Not all field trips mean fun too you know especially in our school. We don’t focus on the pleasurable type of spree we’re more on the knowledgeable type. Preferably this should also be practiced often in other schools for your money will just be wasted if all your expeditions aim for nothing and besides, you can do your own field trip if it’s just for leisure. What I mean is what’s the use of wasting your money for playing around with a bunch of students same as your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let’s talk about the feeling before a field trip. What do you feel, exited, fidgety, oh oh oh, let me guess nothing special just plain ordinary or geez! Do you even have to ask me about that? For me, all I can say is that’s easy; it’s plain old boring of course. I admit, as a student, I already felt the excitement before a field trip even begins. But through the years, I felt the same old thing got used to it and eventually, got bored with it. I don’t know if you felt the same but at least I got to say what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! This is my first fieldtrip going to a faraway place. Subic, once in a lifetime I’d say for its not easy to spend pesos going by yourself here, commuting and everything so I’m glad we had this and I thank our school for making this trip possible. Well, this one’s kind of short for I’m so tired of last Saturday that’s why I even failed to post this last week. Until next time! I got to catch on my sleep and some z’s. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-8281798976984377031?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8281798976984377031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=8281798976984377031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8281798976984377031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/8281798976984377031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-field-trips-other-way-around.html' title='Look at Field Trips the Other Way Around'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2229421041519470868</id><published>2008-08-03T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:18:05.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is better, watching a movie or a stage play?</title><content type='html'>These days, people love to watch movies rather than enjoying a live stage play. From these we can really say that we already forgot the old tradition of lively, active plays. Well, also we can’t blame people for forgetting this old tradition for nobody is patronizing it nowadays. Let’s get to the point that more people love to watch movies in the comfort of their own homes but wouldn’t it be better to be seating in front of a stage while a play is going on well, except not too close for some liquid might splash on your face. Well that’s not the point, what I mean is try giving a shot on viewing a play for once.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, watching a stage play is better for its more realistic and you really feel the emotions of the characters. They really exert much effort in memorizing lines and doing the choreography all at once plus, the show is live so it really puts pressure on them for if they make a mistake, they couldn’t have a chance to undo it. Unlike in movies, obviously, one actor makes lots of mistakes but due to patching up those ugly scenes, no more of that would be played in television. And, stars in a stage play are really well practiced, well prepared and better in portraying their roles rather than the ones in the movies and television, they have stuntmen instead of them to do the thrilling role themselves so I really could say that movies are not as realistic as stage plays.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most people seldom watch stage plays, they would learn to appreciate it once they started viewing it. Not all plays are boring but some movies sure are. Not to mention the long dialog in a movie, it really needs sharpening and lots of relentless efforts of the director and editing team and not the actors compared with the play, it is really the actors who need to edit and make their actions perfect for they cannot change what they’ve done  in the actual show time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2229421041519470868?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2229421041519470868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2229421041519470868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2229421041519470868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2229421041519470868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/08/which-is-better-watching-movie-or-stage.html' title='Which is better, watching a movie or a stage play?'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4289637263225085211</id><published>2008-07-27T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:42:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Like That???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Hey, classmates, what did you all feel about the week that passed? I’ve got a good sentence for that, courtesy of Tenten, “This week is not &lt;u&gt;prolific&lt;/u&gt;. “ She&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;got it from the spelling words. Well anyways, pretty boring and nothing much have been learned at all. I was so bored and for sure, everybody was. For a ton of homework loaded upon thy shoulders! Thou cannot find time for thy self anymore. As I was saying, I would not want to repeat everything that I put on by blog the last time (refer to One Week of Exhaustion, Saturdays and Sundays, not enough.) Anyways, can’t we have any assignments for the weekend? I mean please… We all get tired too once in a while and in our part, we really are too shattered too much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Most of the time, homework is always my topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="FR-BE"&gt;It is because thy cannot see anything more timely than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If you go to the place I study, ahh guaranteed, prepare for a week of terrible explosion of a load of assignments. Why can’t we get a few of these or better off without them. Why, what in the world is up with homework huh? What’s all with these tasks? It’s like” school works turn into chores” courtesy of Ten again. Sheesh, why? Why? Why?!? The heck with all these stuffs. I know we need them to be used to harder stuffs when we grow up but this is just too much. Seat works, home works, projects, research problems, too much answer sheets where in it’s too hard to get the answers! We’ve got them all for you! Sounds kind of awful right? We’ll if you’re in our shoes, it would be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pretty boring… That’s what life is all about. You eat, you sleep and you grow. Oh I almost forgot that we study as well! Silly me, it must have slipped in my mind for I’m always doing that everyday! Why everyday because we just got five school days? Well we do our homework for the weekends as well. Talk about free time. I ain’t got any of them left! Whew, blogging just makes me explode. I can tell anything I want for this is my world and Mai Blog! Nothing is illegal here. All written is what my brain tells me to do! So, maybe next time, hopefully we’ll have another unprolific week!&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4289637263225085211?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4289637263225085211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4289637263225085211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4289637263225085211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4289637263225085211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-like-that_27.html' title='Why Like That???'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-826493770010403834</id><published>2008-07-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:44:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Behind It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One man, one person, he’s my inspiration. He’s my dad. When I was still young, my father wasn’t always there to take care of us or even play with us. But as soon as I grew older and had a mind of my own, I easily observed that he had those nice traits that most dads with short temper don’t possess. He was very sympathetic for a guy. He doesn’t get angry at our mistakes easily but instead, he teaches us the right thing to do, try to cope up to cope up to our situations just as so that he can grasp our very little problems that made us do these mistakes and in return he gives us those words of wisdom. One more thing, he is a very cooperative man. Nothing could match this trait of his when it comes to helping others. He doesn’t care whether that person isn’t that much of a good guy or a very good guy. He only helps them in the extent that he could do. Finally, the best thing he possesses is being religious. Even if he’s busy at work, he never forgets about God. I always seeing him praying at night and he always invites us to come with him to church and pray. He doesn’t only amaze me but I look up o him as my hero, my role model and my dad, the greatest person who taught me those traits I know today and will continue to practice until I grow up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;*Comment:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;At first I didn’t believe it. I thought she was just kidding but then, I told her that what she wrote was fine enough and it touches my heart. She really has grown and I hope she’ll never change as she grows up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;–Mauro V. Ilagan-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-826493770010403834?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/826493770010403834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=826493770010403834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/826493770010403834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/826493770010403834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-behind-it-all.html' title='The Man Behind It All'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-7987831611584555938</id><published>2008-07-20T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:01:09.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If parents will listen…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man, are you part of those who get irritated if certain things are too darn slow?? Well, I wasn’t before but maybe now that I got full of it, might as well join the group. What made be get frustrated about slow stuffs, well let’s say internet connections?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Owww I remember those times we had the computer set up with the Dial up network. Yes the internet this way is affordable and cheaper, more accessible too except if you run out of internet cards. I was so patient with every download I’ll do. Though the file size is only 5 Mb, it’ll take me 20 min just to finish it or if the connection gets lower than a max of 52 Kbps, it’ll take you more than an hour. Talk about waiting for a million years. This stuff doesn’t take a lot out of you but also a whopping portion of your monthly electric bill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been trying to tell this to my parents but all they think that’ll I’ll do is to use the connection for playing. Like how could I do that if our computer only has a memory of 160 Mbit of RAM huh? Talk about slow! It’s not only the internet connection but the computer itself as well.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just one aspect of stuffs harder to do if they wouldn’t lend you a helping hand. They can’t be blamed for money is hard to get these days. Well, if only….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nah, never mind about it. Sooner or later if they’re the ones who uses it they’ll realize at least for a few minutes. Why not try it? I tried to make them use the computer with such a crappy connection and guess what happened? Well they started complaining about why is it to slow to load? What’s up with this thing its too slow. Yatta, yatta etc… See, if they complain what more would I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hehehehehehe, hope ya guys got something out of this. Pretty weird huh? You’d never know how they’d feel if they are the ones to do it by themselves. Hey, tell me if you experience the same. I really want to know. Well till next time. And if some parents will see this, well, I’m so sorry but this is just my opinion based from what I’ve experienced.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="gundam1" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\tjs002\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif"&gt;&lt;o:lock ext="edit" cropping="t"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = w /&gt;&lt;w:wrap type="none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:wrap&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-7987831611584555938?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7987831611584555938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=7987831611584555938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7987831611584555938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/7987831611584555938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-parents-will-listen.html' title='If parents will listen…'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2849234689191941509</id><published>2008-07-17T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:00:09.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SH9UsJ2If8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-XELF7MXZsw/s1600-h/My+Family"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987210307010498" style="WIDTH: 669px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SH9UsJ2If8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-XELF7MXZsw/s320/My+Family%27s+Tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2849234689191941509?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2849234689191941509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2849234689191941509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2849234689191941509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2849234689191941509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SH9UsJ2If8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-XELF7MXZsw/s72-c/My+Family%27s+Tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-3064404232334540924</id><published>2008-07-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:49:36.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Familys Tale to Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -27pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CityBlueprint;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Simply typical is the word to be describe my family. Nothing mixed but is purely wholesome in origin. Fully Filipino that's what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it is and this is my Family's tale to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everything started during the late 50's. Love really brought two people closer which they didn't even expected. &lt;u&gt;Seeing &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that both of my great grand parents &lt;u&gt;started&lt;/u&gt; out as very good friends, who would expect that something special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;have &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happened&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;after they were brought together. They ended up marrying each other and still keeping their promises to each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;other. &lt;u&gt;Having been staying&lt;/u&gt; together for a very long time, the fruit of their love bore five children. They were Apolonia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lindong, Binancio Lindong, Clara Lindong, Juana Lindong and my grandmother,Isabela Lindong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly they were a symbol of a happy family. Each &lt;u&gt;cooperated&lt;/u&gt; with the farm work great grandfather &lt;u&gt;have been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;continuing&lt;/u&gt; to work with eversince his teenege years. Well, the only thing constant in this world is change so soon enough, the happy family slowly &lt;u&gt;disbanded &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;due to each having found a new home and family when they settled down. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My grandmother met up with my grandpa when they were still at a very young age. Well they said that grandpa's parents were expert &lt;i style=""&gt;bilao&lt;/i&gt; makers still that didn't reflect much on grandpa. My grandpa Leon was a very &lt;u&gt;promising &lt;/u&gt;man indeed far from making bilao. He showed great prowess in &lt;u&gt;fighting&lt;/u&gt; for what is right. Maybe that's why grandma decided to go with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;him even at the age of 18. They were both happy and had five healthy and normal children. They were Elma, Miguela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perfecto,Juan, and my mother, Luisa. Everything was going fine until my grandpa was &lt;u&gt;called&lt;/u&gt; out to participate in World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;War 1. This was a &lt;u&gt;shocking&lt;/u&gt; news to everyone in the family but nobody made it a big deal. Grandpa &lt;u&gt;having been training&lt;/u&gt; for momemts like these assured his family that he'd come back alive. And he did. He even &lt;u&gt;joined&lt;/u&gt; the World War 2. But after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;living a perilous life, grandpa &lt;u&gt;passed&lt;/u&gt; away with a heart related ailment. They didn't get the chance to even cure it due to money problems. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CityBlueprint;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, one must move on so despite of all those tragic events, mom still met up with my Mindoreño dad. &lt;u&gt;Having told&lt;/u&gt; me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he just saw mom in her dormitory, he already courted her. Barely unbelievable but yes, it's true. You would never know what gets into peoples heads. Well, that's where me, my sister Mharlotte and brother John Felix comes in. They told us that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;we were a bunch of annoying and naughty little brats and a little bit of useless. Still, &lt;u&gt;playing&lt;/u&gt; was what we always did when we were younger which made us grow a little bit childish. They &lt;u&gt;regretted&lt;/u&gt; nothing about this so I can say, we are really one big happy family &lt;u&gt;starting&lt;/u&gt; from the roots to the fruits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in -0.25in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in -0.25in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in -0.25in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in -0.25in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -0.25in 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CityBlueprint;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CityBlueprint;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-3064404232334540924?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3064404232334540924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=3064404232334540924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3064404232334540924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/3064404232334540924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-familys-tale-to-tell.html' title='My Familys Tale to Tell'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4488161781110714456</id><published>2008-07-12T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:05:19.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with Hate???</title><content type='html'>I really observed this from some people so don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to hate people. I just want to make this extra short and state an opinion. Enjoy?!?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate something that you don’t know why you hate it?How is it possible to HATE a celebrety , a football club or people who don’t do anything to you for short. All I can tell is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dislike some people and like others. Maybe the blog is a good thing. Maybe its an opportunity for people to get things off their chests and not take their hatred out on people around them. Certain posters on here can be verbally abusive and show hate others. I can't imagine what these people must be like to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True but maybe most of them aren`t as bad as they seem to be.Dislike I understand,but it`s all this hate that I don`t get.Maybe they use the word hate instead of dislike,but some people really sound very bitter.It seems they let all the hate go to the celebs,vegetarians or Arsenal,instead of doing something with what`s really the problem in their lives.I don`t say that is the case of everybody but sometimes it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is getting to nowhere, maybe its just because you’ve got a natural feeling against them that’s all probably, If you hate them then leave them. Don’t bother yourself with such stuffs. What’s important is everybody’s happy. Who cares if you get to hate them. Sooner or laer you’d get to love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this my topic this week? Maybe the tests just got in my head. What if we try to love exam days huh? Probably that’ll get us a higher grade. Man! I’m reall talking to myself. Well time to end this craziness before it gets into a haywire. Till next time. Visit again sometime. Heck what’s all with this goood byes… We’ll see each other next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4488161781110714456?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4488161781110714456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4488161781110714456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4488161781110714456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4488161781110714456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-with-hate.html' title='What&apos;s with Hate???'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4508251202121600574</id><published>2008-07-05T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:44:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Them out Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       When a person is still young, better train them the way on how to live. Not much of us were started this way but it is really advisable. This became my topic for this week’s blog entry of mine for I remembered this when I saw children in our neighborhood being taught on how to do stuffs at a very young age, about four or five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        For first time moms, children maybe a very big pain in the butt when they start growing at the age of four. They really get into your nerves for they are little toddlers who don’t want to listen when you try to make them obey. If you let them obey, they just keep on complaining about it. Nevertheless if you’d give them a treat, they’d do anything you say. That’s the good part of it but, never ever do this always. Children will think that every time you make them do something, they’d end up asking for something like a prize. They’d grow up in a way of thinking helping has a price to be paid. That isn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Those were not the only stuffs I got to observe in the neighborhood, though some people here train their children right; most of them just let them walk the streets even at night, unattended with no care of what so ever will happen to his beloved child. Hold on, shouldn’t kids be at home before six? They’ll miss their dinner and be late for bedtime if they don’t. Still, the worse part of that is what if they get kidnapped by some kidnappers lurking around town or if not, they’d get used to that kind of atmosphere and would just grow up enjoying the great life outdoors. Sound like a little camper in the making huh? No! That isn’t exactly what I meant! If they would grow this way, they’d turn out to be the rebellious and hard headed. They won’t look up to you as their parents but just a bunch of policemen who just implements rules on the do’s and don’ts. Much more than that, they’d choose those people who are a bad influence to everybody. Then he’d be a famous burglar and be on the newspapers, next thing you’d know, he already has a reward put on him, about half a million or so. And… Man! It’s too many. The consequences of raising a child the wrong way can be compared to a tree root, they branch out as one grows older.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                     Well, probably everyone knows the effects of making a child grow the right way. It’s like raising a puppy, if you’d teach them a bunch of good behaviors and nice tricks, they’d grow up loving you but whip them, ignore them and teach them to bite people, and they’d live by that way. Once you wanted to change an old bad dog you raised, it’s too late, and you can no longer teach old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I hope I made my point and you’d understand what I’ve said. I know all of these because I’m observing these everyday. Though I don’t have plans to raise children, I want to see some being raised the right way, for some moms out there or even big sisters who takes care of their little brothers, what are you waiting for, start them out right! Heck is what I’ve said kind of awkward? Or did I bore you a lot? Sorry ‘bout that. And again this is Maikka saying bye, until next time if you’d ever go visit here again. \m/J\m/   &lt;br /&gt;When a person is still young, better train them the way on how to live. Not much of us were started this way but it is really advisable. This became my topic for this week’s blog entry of mine for I remembered this when I saw children in our neighborhood being taught on how to do stuffs at a very young age, about four or five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       For first time moms, children maybe a very big pain in the butt when they start growing at the age of four. They really get into your nerves for they are little toddlers who don’t want to listen when you try to make them obey. If you let them obey, they just keep on complaining about it. Nevertheless if you’d give them a treat, they’d do anything you say. That’s the good part of it but, never ever do this always. Children will think that every time you make them do something, they’d end up asking for something like a prize. They’d grow up in a way of thinking helping has a price to be paid. That isn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Those were not the only stuffs I got to observe in the neighborhood, though some people here train their children right; most of them just let them walk the streets even at night, unattended with no care of what so ever will happen to his beloved child. Hold on, shouldn’t kids be at home before six? They’ll miss their dinner and be late for bedtime if they don’t. Still, the worse part of that is what if they get kidnapped by some kidnappers lurking around town or if not, they’d get used to that kind of atmosphere and would just grow up enjoying the great life outdoors. Sound like a little camper in the making huh? No! That isn’t exactly what I meant! If they would grow this way, they’d turn out to be the rebellious and hard headed. They won’t look up to you as their parents but just a bunch of policemen who just implements rules on the do’s and don’ts. Much more than that, they’d choose those people who are a bad influence to everybody. Then he’d be a famous burglar and be on the newspapers, next thing you’d know, he already has a reward put on him, about half a million or so. And… Man! It’s too many. The consequences of raising a child the wrong way can be compared to a tree root, they branch out as one grows older.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Well, probably everyone knows the effects of making a child grow the right way. It’s like raising a puppy, if you’d teach them a bunch of good behaviors and nice tricks, they’d grow up loving you but whip them, ignore them and teach them to bite people, and they’d live by that way. Once you wanted to change an old bad dog you raised, it’s too late, and you can no longer teach old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I hope I made my point and you’d understand what I’ve said. I know all of these because I’m observing these everyday. Though I don’t have plans to raise children, I want to see some being raised the right way, for some moms out there or even big sisters who takes care of their little brothers, what are you waiting for, start them out right! Heck is what I’ve said kind of awkward? Or did I bore you a lot? Sorry ‘bout that. And again this is Maikka saying bye, until next time if you’d ever go visit here again. \m/^J^\m/   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4508251202121600574?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4508251202121600574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4508251202121600574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4508251202121600574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4508251202121600574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-them-out-right.html' title='Start Them out Right'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-5004306767402349857</id><published>2008-07-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:44:00.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Purpose of My Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218034156692795682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SGoua0-HcSI/AAAAAAAAABE/obNoHodpxBA/s320/oak+tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we exist? It surely isn't for ourselves, but for one another. Well, that's what I realized for myself. However, you don't have to be a great thinker to realize this. Common sense is all that is necessary. After all, the fact that we are social animals is self-evident. We would not exist if it were not for the cooperation of two individuals (our parents). So, you see, we need one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, they still don't know why but for me, when I got to think of it, this idea entered my mind. People need each other. We will be the ones who'd help others who are in great need or even better is the one who'd return the favor our parents gave us, our life. Helping others does'nt mean that you'd really help everybody in distress but means that you'd help through the extent of what we can give not we couldn't achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll explain how this cooperation plays the role in my existence. Even if I was still young, I thought of having a job that could be useful for my family and to others who might need them too so I decided to be a doctor. In this way, I can help maintain my family's health status because most of us are prone to different diseases. I also pity those who couldn't get a regular check-up and a good deal of medicine so I wanted to help them too, in my own little way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might sound too ambitious of me right? But I know through determination and hardwork maybe I'd serve my purpose and live a happy life in this tough and miserable world. Life really is complicated and unless you have your will to live and direction in life, you'd be going the right way. We may think that we're lost at first but soon after the hard struggle in going through the rough roads of yours or mine, we'll be able to get what we want and fulfill our desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the reason I'm still here is to serve that purpose of returning the favor our parents and God gave me. I want to pay all those back by doing what I could do and making the best out of life. I don't want to waste chances so I'll continue what I started like a tree, once a seedling then as time passes by grows big going through lots of experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SGotZu4TJTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2t2HDE76_D8/s1600-h/oak+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5066248325970346167-5004306767402349857?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5004306767402349857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=5004306767402349857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5004306767402349857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/5004306767402349857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-purpose-of-my-existence.html' title='What is the Purpose of My Existence'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92k3N5vRxjg/SGoua0-HcSI/AAAAAAAAABE/obNoHodpxBA/s72-c/oak+tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-2723569739745430312</id><published>2008-06-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:24:08.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALcapsule, Only a Few Dosages Required</title><content type='html'>The past weeks were very stressful. Now instead of talking about weariness and annoyance, I’ll talk about friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   For three weeks now, surely all of us have their pals and buddy system right. Now let me ask you this, how well do you know you’re buddies? Are they really your friends and those you think you feel close to; are they you’re friends as well? Normally, the straight forward answer is YES. Well, that might not be the truth fairly half true only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Let me tell the reason, the people you usually bond with is the friend you enjoy to be with. When it comes to a grouping, usually, we’d choose our pals. We’d really get annoyed if we don’t like our group mates, got that right? But do we ever consider doing our best when we don’t like our group mates? NO, that’s the answer. We wouldn’t consider sharing sometimes we even dislike helping for what we think is that the others would take care of the job. Why am I saying this? It’s because this is what I always notice when I usually get to a grouping ever since grade school and I couldn’t believe up to high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  This is much related to friendship. I never had too much friends. Even if I’ve got lot, they come up leaving me after a year for they move to another school or place. Then I have no communication with them, and the next time I see them, they don’t know me anymore. Isn’t it pretty pitiful on my part? But don’t feel sorry for me (for those who felt sorry only cause I know not all are taking this seriously) Nah, I’m used to that! A life with only three or five friends is enough for me. At least, I have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  What is a friend? For me, a friend is somebody who will be with you through thick and thin and who understands and supports you all the way. On the other hand a what we call “friend, friend “ is somebody who’d call you when they need you, who after that would just leave you there or even if you’re just beside him/her doesn’t even take you for consideration or even notice you. I’m just saying all of this for I’ve seen many people pretty like displays these behaviors ever since I entered grade school. Do we need to consider them as nothing at all? Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m really finding this school year, boring and full of competitions up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    This topic I just opened up is too boring huh? Well if you really understood what I said, I’ll end it form here. As I said, Real Friends are what we need, not those who just thinks of you just like that. Without a doubt, I know everybody has them. That’s why they find it hard to be with others whom they find it annoying with. Let me answer my own question, based on what I’ve posted, I’m useless and annoying to be with. Somebody who’d be with me couldn’t even look me straight on the face for they think of one thing, she’s like to old to talk to plus she’s boring, she couldn’t talk about something we like so never mind her. She’s fine there. Let her find her own pals. Well I’m not the oldest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Quiet people, probably like me are really boring. Sometimes people really don’t know what we could do or even what we could show. Well, I’m out of here. Till next time and before that, let’s think of this, what’s the use of people around you if you wouldn’t even entertain them. It’s ok for me for I’m used to this life, but how about to others? It takes communication and a time to listen to people to be friends, not popularity. We don’t always have to be IN to be with the gang to get a high reputation to get noticed; all we need to be ourselves and show them our willingness to be with them and share, not take keep it all for yourself. At least they may appreciate that give you a little respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-2723569739745430312?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2723569739745430312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=2723569739745430312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2723569739745430312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/2723569739745430312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/palcapsule-only-few-dosages-required.html' title='PALcapsule, Only a Few Dosages Required'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-4352006080531892493</id><published>2008-06-22T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:27:19.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week of Exhaustion, Weekends? Not Enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;Nevertheless, students’ lives are so complicated but who would ever imagine that just the second week of classes, a full-time homework reward is what we get! What’s the use of home work? Beats me, but all I know is that these stuffs aren’t necessary at all. You know what they do instead; they drain the remaining hours of our sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;Do you get my point? They nothing but, I can’t say a burden but it’s just making our lives a little bit of hard to manage. What the heck are they for! I’ll share my experience with these little stuffs. I had this one subject before, and we’ve got too much researching to do. Not all information was found in one book or an encyclopedia. The only source was that annoying internet. Seeing that I didn’t have much of the money to have an established broadband connection and the capability to rush to a computer center late at night, I had no option but to invent the answers instead. As expected, I got a whopping 20%. Great! I didn’t even have the chance to review that same night because of more stuff to write! The result, don’t even bother asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;This week wasn’t as great as I thought. It seemed like I didn’t have anything new learned at all. Sometimes, the subjects you thought were fun are more than what meets the eye. At least, I enjoyed some lessons this week but there more lessons on the boredom part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;Well folks, that just adds up every single day. What is it you ask? Try looking in front of the mirror, what do you see?, nothing but an older version of yourself! Full of pimples, big eye bags and an oilier face than before! Thanks to stressful assignments every week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;Maybe you’re wondering why I’m complaining about my assignments. Well, I’ll explain. First of all, the minimum number of homework we have is two, not bad eh? But what I had experienced this week is four a day including one subject that the answers are no where to be found! It’s terribly annoying at all. I lose all my time for the other homework just because of that “very special” homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;That’s it for now. I’m really exhausted already. At least this blog I wrote helped me a lot in expressing what I felt for this week. See you next time. Man! I can’t believe that I’ll react to home work like this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="0" style="TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-4352006080531892493?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4352006080531892493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=4352006080531892493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4352006080531892493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/4352006080531892493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-week-of-exhaustion-weekends-not.html' title='One Week of Exhaustion, Weekends? Not Enough!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066248325970346167.post-1769602367101282504</id><published>2008-06-13T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:23:23.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>Though some of us know that Friday the 13th is a very unlucky day for business many still doesn't know why they fear this day and how 13 was associated with misfortune. Seeing that I came from the Phillipines, not most of us are familiar with this thing at all. I'll share a little bit of what I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the number 12 is a sample of a perfect number. Why? Beacause it considered the number of completeness which is reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve recognized signs of the zodiac, the twelve Apostles of Jesus and many more while thirteen on the otherhand was considered irregular, contravening the idea of twelve's completeness. Not all bad luck is happening in this day because some get very lucky indeed like me, not all people celebrate their birthday in a Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number one reason is seeing that my birthday this week falls on Friday, I can further celebrate this memorable day plus wake up late for we don't have classes. I can do anything I want without getting scolded at all. One thing different is I got gifts this day unlike my normal birthday with nothing at all. Though I also tried to give some a treat because it's my birthday, they just decline my offer. Well I can't blame them because it realy is embarassing to be treated by somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes birthdays, let's say "bad", is that everytime one celebrates his birthday, he becomes older and if you have your cake more candles to blow. Very nice. Still what the heck does a few additions to your age do to you but just additions of wrinkles to oldies and some facial changes to teens. Still I hope for more birthdays to come not only to me or to you but to everybody out there. Well till my next post. I hope this didn't bore you a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066248325970346167-1769602367101282504?l=maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1769602367101282504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5066248325970346167&amp;postID=1769602367101282504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1769602367101282504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066248325970346167/posts/default/1769602367101282504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiblogthesedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday-13th.html' title='It&apos;s Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Maikka I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01074514843857772339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_q1VUOhYI/TxK80JFBiVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f2OVpIsonWs/s220/175px-CelesFMV.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
