<?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-15146256</id><updated>2011-06-25T09:16:11.635+08:00</updated><category term='images'/><category term='rants'/><category term='fun'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='songs'/><category term='insights'/><category term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Elucidate*</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;elucidate&lt;/b&gt; [i loossi dayt]
(&lt;i&gt;3rd person present singular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; elucidates&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;present participle&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;elucidating&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;past&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;elucidated&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;past participle&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;elucidated&lt;/b&gt;) 
&lt;i&gt;transitive and intransitive verb&lt;/i&gt; 
 &lt;b&gt;explain something:&lt;/b&gt; to explain or clarify something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-5303288923789417241</id><published>2007-02-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:47:14.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im moving...</title><content type='html'>Elucidate is on the process of moving... the &lt;a href="http://arjeldeguzman.tk"&gt;new site&lt;/a&gt; is currently under construction btw the address is arjeldeguzman.tk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-5303288923789417241?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5303288923789417241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=5303288923789417241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5303288923789417241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5303288923789417241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-moving.html' title='Im moving...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-1952402902226914937</id><published>2007-02-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:25:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAGASA</title><content type='html'>Marahil nga’y kay sarap maidlip at ‘di na magising&lt;br /&gt;Lalo’t sanlaksa ang hirap at sakit sa dibdib&lt;br /&gt;Marahil nga’y kay sarap panawan ng bait, kahit na sandali&lt;br /&gt;nang mamanhid ang puso sa hapdi at kirot&lt;br /&gt;dulot ng sari-saring isipin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang luha ay ‘di na mapatid&lt;br /&gt;at ang bukas ay tila isa na namang&lt;br /&gt;nakahahapo at mabigat na pasanin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit may sumpang binitiwan&lt;br /&gt;na ‘di ko kaylanman ninasang talikuran&lt;br /&gt;Batid ko ang magbata, ang magtiis ay di maiiwasan&lt;br /&gt;upang ang pangako Mo’y aking makamtan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t sa t’wing tila umaandap na ang pagasa&lt;br /&gt;Sa malawak Mong langit, yaring ulo’y itinitingala&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong mahahabag at lilingap Ka Ama&lt;br /&gt;Habang sa twina’y nanganganlong&lt;br /&gt;at may pagtitiwala sa Iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil ngay ang lahat ng ito’y aking babaunin&lt;br /&gt;nang marating ang langit Mong tahanan&lt;br /&gt;na para-isong pinapa-ngarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagkat nais Kang masilayan,&lt;br /&gt;makapiling Ka sa ligayang wagas at&lt;br /&gt;ang hapis ay isa na lang nakalipas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat pagluha ay aariing yaman&lt;br /&gt;Bawat pait, saklap ay aariing tamis&lt;br /&gt;Bawat alimura’y aariing puri&lt;br /&gt;Bawat dusa’y yayakapin at ipagpapasalamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang tanging nalalabing…&lt;br /&gt;Pagasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-1952402902226914937?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1952402902226914937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=1952402902226914937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1952402902226914937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1952402902226914937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/02/pagasa.html' title='PAGASA'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-516592361805603965</id><published>2007-02-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:25:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast, too fast</title><content type='html'>Summer break is fast approaching! Most people have loadful of things to do, some are planning their vacations. As for me I don't know I've got things to consider- that's a lot! I really have to asses a lot of things that had happened in the past few months, may be for the past years. I know I've got plans to decide  and things waiting to happen.  Most are uncertain, most may come unexpected but one thing is sure: time is so fast not until now that I learned to realize it has passed  me so swiftly it has outlived my attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-516592361805603965?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/516592361805603965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=516592361805603965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/516592361805603965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/516592361805603965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/02/fast-too-fast.html' title='Fast, too fast'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-5063319024666168236</id><published>2007-01-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:00:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>"You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they're happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you've realized how wrong you've been that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nathan Scott&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is Sunday Evening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-5063319024666168236?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5063319024666168236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=5063319024666168236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5063319024666168236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5063319024666168236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-4310701920027994694</id><published>2007-01-14T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:17:27.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Drug artists</title><content type='html'>Our society has mastered the way of creating standards and norms prejudicial to people.   No matter how well the human society tried to contravene the situation, the old culture of discrimination and double standards keep lurking in the outsets of almost every civil activity. As a result of this old sophistication, one of the most common victims are those who are in the music industry especially band members and rock artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very unfortunate that recently, one of the country's icon in the band industry suffered cardiac arrest. Ely Buendia, the former frontman of the almost legendary Eraserheads was stricken by a fatal cardiac arrest while he was on his gig with his band Pupil. News came ablazing as it spreads towards the entire nation who was once bedazzled by this young man's song writing prowess. What was more unfortunate, as if to add insult to injury are the speculations that drugs was the root of the artist sudden scathing situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our present society, it has become an automatic notion that band members are drug users if not drug addicts. Such a demeaning and discriminating perception ironically has found its way in our social minds and most has accepted it as a general norm. It was unfortunate though, for I myself became a part of the band culture. I have became a living testimony that not all band members and rockers use drugs and are all alcohol abusive persons. I have gone to different places, played on different gigs, met different persons but still on those numerous occasions I have never tasted alcohol nor tried using drugs. May be some are trying drugs, maybe most of them; but what I am trying to say is that while it may be evident that drugs is a prevalent thing on this part of of our society, it must never be the basis to brand every musician as drug addicts or users.  I am not creating this post for that sake or grandstanding or anything. What I would like to point out is the very truth on the old cliche that everything depends on the person. Being a drug user depends on the person and not on the society or group or culture he's situated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ely Buendia is fighting hell on this very moment of his life. Deriving notions which are irrational, impulsive and non the less discriminating will not do him any good nor it may benefit the culprits who spread new about him being an addict. Is this the way to pay respect to persons who did something marvelous for us, who entertained us through his dreams, who wrote songs based on the realities of our lives? I certainly know it isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-4310701920027994694?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4310701920027994694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=4310701920027994694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/4310701920027994694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/4310701920027994694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/drug-artists.html' title='Drug artists'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-7482428097243800944</id><published>2007-01-13T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:29:26.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Forlorn</title><content type='html'>I made a promise and I have kept it. Each and every time I seem to rationalize, I don't even see the purpose but still, I brave the pain, I swallowed my pride and forgo of myself. Maybe you're that important, maybe that's how I care. Now I feel exhausted and full of pain. Did you even think about me? I was there when you needed me, and I'll always be there, in the end, where were you? I don't want to force the issue, I know I have no right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all, when all has been said and done, I'll still be here. I'll hold the flame for every one to see. It'll remind me how you've been and always will be a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-7482428097243800944?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7482428097243800944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=7482428097243800944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/7482428097243800944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/7482428097243800944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/forlorn.html' title='Forlorn'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-1138003784275666753</id><published>2007-01-11T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:42:23.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Regret comes in all shapes          and sizes. Some are small like when we do a bad thing for a good reason.          Some are bigger like when you let down a friend.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Some of us escape the pain of regret by making the right choice. Some of          us have little time for regret because we're looking forward to the          future. Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and          sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change your own ways.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        But, our biggest regrets are not for the things we did -- but, for the          things we didn't do. Things we didn't say that could've save someone          that we care about. Especially when we can see the dark storm that's          headed their way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Lucas Scott&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;things &lt;/span&gt;that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-1138003784275666753?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1138003784275666753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=1138003784275666753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1138003784275666753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1138003784275666753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-3725410990737157903</id><published>2007-01-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:31:14.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Throw some hate, toss some disregard</title><content type='html'>I am your shelter. I am your abode, I'll keep you safe and warm. I am an ear if you want to talk. I'll be the tears if you have none, when yours has dried because of the indifferent one. I'll think for you, I'll stress myself. When you're too busy I'll be waiting; I'll keep distance when proximity starts to infuriate you. I'll be the strength when you are weak. When you're defeated I'll be the ransom. I'll be a clown when you are mad or just be here when you are sad. I'll try to fit into my jeans. I'll eat up my pride. I am a paper if you wanted to write. I'll try to dance the brilliant dance knowing there'll be no other chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when our sidestepping is over, do you even know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;There are times I don't exist. It's not because I can't, It's because you don't want to...&lt;br /&gt;I am me, do I have the right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-3725410990737157903?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3725410990737157903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=3725410990737157903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3725410990737157903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3725410990737157903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/throw-some-hate-toss-some-disregard.html' title='Throw some hate, toss some disregard'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-554857429063005296</id><published>2007-01-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:30:42.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Lethargic</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't like me at all. It always weaves  hate upon me - telling me doing good things ain't gonna do me no good. Telling me good things ain't gonna happen. Tonight I stumble as I watch mud get slinged off my face, stones get thrown on me - unknowingly, out of somewhere it hit me. Life keeps on taunting me, yet I know I shouldn't back down. I know should be strong no matter what. I know some are counting on me, I know they're hoping. Someday, somehow, time will come. We'll never know. I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog sounds crap. It yields emotions that others don't understand. It sounds nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Until the last resilient hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Is frozen deep inside my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And this broken fate has claimed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And my memories for its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Your name is pounding through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Can't you hear how it is sung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And I can taste you in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Before the words escape my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll whisper only once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- The Secret's in the Telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-554857429063005296?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/554857429063005296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=554857429063005296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/554857429063005296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/554857429063005296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/lethargic.html' title='Lethargic'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-1458875917257943311</id><published>2007-01-01T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:43:42.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Borrowed time</title><content type='html'>As '06 bids goodbye we move forward to new things over the new horizon, it helps to think that the previous year wasn't so good as we had expected it - sure it makes a good motivation for us to double our efforts for the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous year for me was very tough. It had me shaken, sometimes confused. But thankfully I was blessed to be standing still after the smoke has cleared out. Last year was more of "downs" that "ups" for me. It may prove less fruitful in someway but I see everything as a blessing. I learned that life always yields struggles - especially when you're on the side of truth and fair play.  I guess I never still have been through it all but it was really tough. I almost lost focus but still at the end, He doesn't let me fall. I am so very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made mistakes. I did a lot of failures. I overlooked things; even disregard those that warrants my attention. I may have uttered words which hurt others; I may have made the wrong decisions; gave the wrong advice; chose the wrong company; lived the wrong way. Still, I know all is not lost and I will make it a point that I will do better. I will give whats worth of this borrowed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-1458875917257943311?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1458875917257943311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=1458875917257943311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1458875917257943311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/1458875917257943311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2007/01/borrowed-time.html' title='Borrowed time'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-5890654756091008515</id><published>2006-12-27T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:49:13.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Battered, Bruised, Breathing</title><content type='html'>I'll wait in silence.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting... even in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it would be this hard. But it seems there's nothing I can do. Things are just out of control.Emotions are just out of control. Though everything has changed so fast that it has outlived our expectations and fears, still, I have no regrets and I am happy looking at you from afar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be here&lt;/span&gt; - and I am willing to bleed until forever, if that would make you feel alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-5890654756091008515?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5890654756091008515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=5890654756091008515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5890654756091008515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5890654756091008515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/12/battered-bruised-breathing.html' title='Battered, Bruised, Breathing'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-3933881422729402527</id><published>2006-12-15T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:53:49.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Consequences</title><content type='html'>Think. Act. Persist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our actions yield different consequences, yet most of the time we will be caught off-guard when we're finally confronted by them. It is funny to think that while we are quite sure or none the less, we already have an idea about the outcome of our actions, we tend to incline our selves and delve into the positive hoping that something wonderful would happen - even if our actions are on the direct contrary of the results we are hoping for. Call it stupidity but sh*t really happens. Far from being over, once the situation sinked into our minds and we finally come to digest everything, we will actually find ourselves looking for escape. We will point fingers, look for escape goats and start to formulate our very complicated but lame excuses. I tell you, sh*t really happens. I am sick but still am rational. I am bruised but I can see clearly.  I know lately most people I know hated me thinking I have done something something wrong which I really haven't done. It just pierce your heart knowing that how much you've tried to be good and fair, it all boils down to one - that we cannot please everybody. That we cannot make everybody listen, stop and think, and finally look into a deeper sight with a more open perception of things and its consequences. Really, sh*t happens, but let me tell you I am not fond of just jumping into decisions without giving it the time its worth of... the results.. sh*t happens - to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-3933881422729402527?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3933881422729402527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=3933881422729402527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3933881422729402527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3933881422729402527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/12/consequences.html' title='Consequences'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-3752392621783858023</id><published>2006-11-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:59:11.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Struggling just to keep breathing...</title><content type='html'>We all face a chapter in our lives when we felt being left out. It's the feeling that you wanted to shrink down and succumb to the pain knowing that everything is lost and you will never be able to bring back things where they were used to be. I really don't know which hurt most - the pain of knowing that everything is suddenly slipping away out of your full control  or the truth that no matter how hard you try, it seems no one ever care and things for them are just as usual. It's just this one monumental moment that will take your breath and your sanity away. That no matter how hard you pretend and try to be happy, it all disappear when the day comes to a close. I tried to rethink over and over. I tried to rationalize. I just felt that it's finally coming to a bitter end. No matter how I tried, I had to swallow the bitter pill; every night I battle the regrets; I bear the pain of realizing that things are now just a trace of what used to be - and I struggle just to keep breathing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-3752392621783858023?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3752392621783858023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=3752392621783858023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3752392621783858023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3752392621783858023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/11/struggling-just-to-keep-breathing.html' title='Struggling just to keep breathing...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-6638591331429055542</id><published>2006-11-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:22:19.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Wont back down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You woke the morning up&lt;br /&gt;Running off the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;The longest light I've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a chance I know&lt;br /&gt;Cashing in on all my chips&lt;br /&gt;Let all my ships come fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, a little bit longer than the last&lt;br /&gt;And all of your ways, a little bit stronger than the past&lt;br /&gt;And your light, found my bottle in the night&lt;br /&gt;Kept me in this fight, gave me second life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn around and around&lt;br /&gt;And I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gonna stand my solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me once and for all&lt;br /&gt;I laid it down in the sinking ground&lt;br /&gt;The hopeless undertow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing out the gentle sound&lt;br /&gt;Rattling through my smoking screens&lt;br /&gt;My broken dreams last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah ripped through my veins&lt;br /&gt;I heard the hammer drop&lt;br /&gt;My blood in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah came like a train&lt;br /&gt;When all is lost&lt;br /&gt;All is left to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-6638591331429055542?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6638591331429055542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=6638591331429055542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/6638591331429055542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/6638591331429055542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/11/wont-back-down.html' title='Wont back down'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-8333593283793284373</id><published>2006-11-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:16:51.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Quotable qoutes</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige! Magpakasawa ka! Alam ko namang katawan ko lang ang habol mo!&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hipon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi lahat ng kulot salot!&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goldilocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam kong nasaktan kita, kaya ganun na lang kung itapon mo ko...pero tandaan mo, dahil din sa katangahan mo kaya nasaktan kita. Sorry na...&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HIndi lahatng ng pink pang-kikay" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinapaikot mo na lang akong palagi. Nagsasawa na ako. Mabuti pa patayan mo na ako.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electric Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi lahat ng green masustansya.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OO, inaamin ko, sila'y mga yakal, apitong, lawanit at narra; at kami'y saging lamang. Pero maghanap kayo ng puno sa buong mund, saging lamang ang may puso. Saging lang!&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B1 at B2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat ng malakas superhero." - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Odor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung maka-palo ka akala mo anak mo ako!." - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mauna na ako.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige, susunod ako.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-8333593283793284373?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8333593283793284373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=8333593283793284373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/8333593283793284373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/8333593283793284373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/11/quotable-qoutes.html' title='Quotable qoutes'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-3201186530240783113</id><published>2006-11-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:50:42.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Lost in the middle of nowhere</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like being lost? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes face  certain part of life which leaves us hanging, waiting and expecting until we get caught in the midst of the unexplainable. That feeling of uncertainty which, when we encounter,  will always create a confusing situation filled with questions. It is that moment when we hope for the best knowing deep inside our hearts that it will never come - that everything is just out of our control. And we keep ourselves hanging. Waiting. Anticipating. Hoping. Losing. Tears will fall and hearts will burst. But this emotional and enigmatic period of our lives will pass us by. It will be outlived and the only difference that there may be is - the how we face it and brave it as it encumbers us face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-3201186530240783113?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3201186530240783113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=3201186530240783113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3201186530240783113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/3201186530240783113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Lost in the middle of nowhere'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-5966177320465394617</id><published>2006-11-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:51:29.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>All I Want</title><content type='html'>This song's somewhat old but it does feels damn good to hear it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothings so loud as hearing when we lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth is not kind and youve said neither am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the air outside so soft is saying everything, everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is to feel this way;  to be this close, to feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is to feel this way; the evening speaks, I feel it say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothings so cold as closing the heart when all we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is to free the soul but we wouldnt be that brave I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the air outside so soft, confessing everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it wont matter now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever happens to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the air speaks of all well never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wont trouble me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it take me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it hold me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel it say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-5966177320465394617?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5966177320465394617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=5966177320465394617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5966177320465394617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/5966177320465394617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-i-want.html' title='All I Want'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-116031513063432437</id><published>2006-10-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:51:13.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='images'/><title type='text'>Behind the back: extra ordinary gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Photo_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Photo_0004.jpg" alt="" 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/15146256-116031513063432437?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/116031513063432437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=116031513063432437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/116031513063432437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/116031513063432437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/10/behind-back-extra-ordinary-gentlemen.html' title='Behind the back: extra ordinary gentlemen'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115820220598131583</id><published>2006-09-14T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:59.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year of blogging</title><content type='html'>It came unnoticed that I have been maintaining this blog for about a year now-indeed, time slips really so fast and I never thought this blog would have gone this far where in fact it was just experimental at first. Anyway, this morning I was haunted by the predicament called determination and what was coincidental was that I have not noticed that this blog thing of mine has just reached its first year. Was it a sign of determination? I dont think so. To many a times, I would encounter problems regarding choices that requires a determined mind and spirit to stand firm about it. This morning was not so unusual. I prayed someday Ill be blessed with the determination that I saw from others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115820220598131583?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115820220598131583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115820220598131583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115820220598131583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115820220598131583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/09/year-of-blogging.html' title='A year of blogging'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115794296860309955</id><published>2006-09-11T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:59.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making both ends meet</title><content type='html'>Busy as a bee. Work, school, work. Well that is how I could describe my busy schedule these past few days or months; so to speak. As of now, I could barely realize the veracity of the saying that the hardest part in the academic world one can be situated in was being a student and an educator - both at the same time. Teaching and law school have been the hardest things to reconcile these past few days. Ive been trying so bad to update this blog but, try as I may, I always found difficulty doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months I have so much to write about but everything just kept slippping away because I was not able to secure an opportunity to write or publish them. Finally I have finished season three of OTH and season one of Prison Break, my hard disk just crashed, the NASHDC I have attended as an observer, news about the mythical Palparan and his special inclination to &lt;em&gt;cedulas&lt;/em&gt;, the nights I was standed and bared to walk through the floods, the death of Steve Irwin, Charter Change and so many more; these are the things I have missed writing because of the intricacies of life. On the light of things, I all can say is that God is good - that after all I am surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I finally realize my predicament is not as big as what other people have encountered or is presently dealing with right now. Indeed life brings challenges that we must overcome no matter how hard it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, every day is a war. There are battles to be won, obstacles to be overcome and horizons to be conquered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115794296860309955?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115794296860309955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115794296860309955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115794296860309955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115794296860309955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/09/making-both-ends-meet.html' title='Making both ends meet'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115419121679242812</id><published>2006-08-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair remember, it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home. - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Coach Whitey Durham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115419121679242812?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115419121679242812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115419121679242812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115419121679242812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115419121679242812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115385247979067319</id><published>2006-07-26T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6,470,818,671</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this moment there are six billion, five-hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand one hundred and twenty people in the world-give or take a few. And sometimes all you need is one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115385247979067319?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115385247979067319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115385247979067319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115385247979067319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115385247979067319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/07/6470818671.html' title='6,470,818,671'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115384613689894293</id><published>2006-07-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>this is elucidate version 3.06.  entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does darkness have a name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the banner contains quoted lines from OTH's  season 3 episode: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we slept&lt;/span&gt;. this version is a simple one since ive removed the flicker badge and all the stuff. this version is all mine - a product of three days of rain...shoutbox still on the works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115384613689894293?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115384613689894293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115384613689894293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115384613689894293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115384613689894293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-115012881375011359</id><published>2006-06-13T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to old school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-PH" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I dont want&lt;br /&gt;To be just another echo.&lt;br /&gt;Echo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-PH" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Summer is over. As usual, we, as students, will resume our everyday experiences on our different schools and colleges. Our campus may present different environments that sometimes became the primal witness of our struggles and strife as students, but generally, for all of us this campus serves as the centre for our academic and social life. As we welcome the opening of classes, consciously and unconsciously our minds became preoccupied by various worries and concerns that we felt as critical facets of our very lives. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-PH" &gt;It is logical to say that students often pre-empts the upcoming school year with different set of plight that they have to subdue on the forth coming semester. We start to worry from different things involved in our life as students. Some freshmen students worry about their new school and new sets of classmates to adjust to. Most of them are concerned of finding friends they can get along with similar with the entity theyve had in high school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-PH" &gt;Simultaneously, second year students worry on how to excel and make some impact on their newly acquainted organizations. They have somehow adjusted to the rudiments of college life. But still, they are concerned on how to perfectly fit into a group or an organization while at the same time gradually making amends to their not so presentable grades during their debut year in college. Others are still confused on whom to get along with or where to go to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-PH" &gt;On the other hand, third year is a critical stage. For some it is where students start to mess. Some students have irregular schedules because of the constraints in academics. They are those concerned with back subjects, failing grades and rejected projects. Others are still hunting and searching for their professors who gave them an incomplete grade the previous semester. This is the period where confusion slowly gets in and like a contagious fire, starts to burn something within the students life. Though this is a harsh period for some, others see it in a different perspective, being a junior in college for them is something to look forward to. This is the period where some begin to excel academically and socially. Though most of them are pressured with the demands of their subjects and studies, they find third year as a fulfilling period of their life as students and it signifies that therh. The other missing piece in that event was that there were no women... no women who experienced addiction and some type of hope for the future. Where were the women? The philosophy in some circles of addiction is that women are harder to work with....women don't make it out. I did....by His grace and I hope to see many more make it out of the shame that seems to keep them in the throws of addiction. I will see that some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the scoop for now. I have another eye procedure this Thursday.....or is that Sunday? What ever day it is, whatever day this is, it belongs to Him who has called me out of being a human doing to a human being for at least a year...a year of Jubilee, a year of rest.&lt;br /&gt;has called me out of being a human doing to a human being for at least a year...a year of Jubilee, a year of rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-115012881375011359?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/115012881375011359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=115012881375011359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115012881375011359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/115012881375011359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-old-school.html' title='Back to old school'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114864829433050967</id><published>2006-05-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Focus enables you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To what only seems to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is but the normal attributes of the human being that caused him to somewhat falter when he is met by different predicaments. And it is but the normal course of life that sometimes it throws problems, many of them, simultaneously that it seems to crack your head open just the mere thought of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we end up caught in the middle of  things...this and that. The question is, when that time comes, that time when we have to choose, are we ready to separate this from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114864829433050967?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114864829433050967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114864829433050967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114864829433050967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114864829433050967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114469282780775723</id><published>2006-04-11T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagellation, anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howbeit in vain do they worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For laying aside the commandment of God, ye hold the tradition of men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark 7:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent, lent lent...Its the time of the year when poeple starts to feel something really strange and act really strange among themselves. Its the temporary anesthetic that halts every Catholic for a pause. The tv shows will shut down, malls will be closed, trains will stop running, offices will be on vacations and people will start to really really act nice and repenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an aetheist nor will I be. I just find it hilarious  the way poeple try to act good during this season when in fact they have a whole year to do it - and they have not tried to.  Irritating that is.  Just the mere sight of tv programs focusing on the idiotic act of a person performing flagellation irks me so much I cant bear to watch even for a minute. And the annoyance doesnt stop there; others even  dare to be crucified trying to pull a 'Jesus' stunt. As if they were trying to augment what Christ has done some 2000 years ago. As if that was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it is a gross disrespect of what people are misguidedly trying to commemorate. A product of ignorance; a product of the mighty tradition that no one, even intellectuals contend. I felt bad about this practice and at the same time I am thankful. It is one of the bigger problems of the society. The baseless tradition that no one did try to oppose or criticize even for a minute. Go and watch the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Village' &lt;/span&gt;then try to read my post again and maybe youll be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone never think that all this illogical practice was so absurd they can manage to swallow it? Have anyone tried to think why the Catholic church is never doing a thing about this practices when they themselves admit that flagellation and similar practices are contrary to their churchs doctrine? Have anyone wondered what does the Bible tells about these kind of practices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful that I was no longer a part of that practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114469282780775723?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114469282780775723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114469282780775723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114469282780775723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114469282780775723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/04/flagellation-anyone.html' title='Flagellation, anyone???'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114450685325316338</id><published>2006-04-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In dreams begins responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe April is the month were wonderful people were born. Just have to say it.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114450685325316338?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114450685325316338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114450685325316338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114450685325316338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114450685325316338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/04/wonderful-april.html' title='Wonderful April'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114365261005432861</id><published>2006-03-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the stone word fell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon my still living breast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never mind, I was prepared for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow, I shall stand the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a brand new year, an end to start a new beginning. May this year be as fruitful as the previous one. I hope and pray that I will be blessed with the courage to face the new horizon, to welcome another year as a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114365261005432861?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114365261005432861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114365261005432861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114365261005432861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114365261005432861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114357596819750843</id><published>2006-03-29T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pain, has an Element of Blank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It cannot recollect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it begun,  or if there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A time when it was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Image%28251%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Image%28251%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression caught me off guard. I never see it coming, until it explodes in my face shattering everything it could. Through the sleepless nights this cup shares the gloom with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114357596819750843?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114357596819750843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114357596819750843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114357596819750843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114357596819750843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114356464993712681</id><published>2006-03-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling I never felt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did everything I could just to make you say&lt;br /&gt;I would d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o everything for you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say youre mine but you came to  me just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You threw it all away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/53378341_2bcce0019a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/53378341_2bcce0019a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While browsing different blogs of differrent people, I came accross &lt;a href="http://chizjarkace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris'&lt;/a&gt; blog and find it never too late to share something about my very own graduation. Unfortunately for me, I never did felt the so called sad-happy feeling others are professing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy during my graduation but I never felt sad. I was happy and at the same time excited to usher a new chapter in my life. I was eager to face lifes new challenges. I was yearning to blaze new trails and leave behind the rudiments of life in school. I was happy but I never felt sad.Its not because that I have no friends at school cause I have a lot. I really dont know why I feel that way. Maybe because I know that there was nothing to loose. That even though me and my friends will part, I know that the memories that we have built together will always remind us that we will still possibly see each other. Maybe because during that time I have something in me that made me feel contented. I have something that tells me I can leave everything behind as long as I have that something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, but thats the way I feel; and I am happy though I kinda lost that something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114356464993712681?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114356464993712681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114356464993712681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114356464993712681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114356464993712681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-i-never-felt.html' title='The feeling I never felt'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114339886807920077</id><published>2006-03-27T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tumalon kaya ako sa bangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para lang iyong sagipin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ito ang tanging paraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para mayakap ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one face different predicaments in life. Some of those deals with choices. I myself encountered choices which are on the brink of life and death regarding the consequences after. Recently, I wondered how each and every individual deals when it comes to choices and making decisions. Some may be impulsive, some may decide after a grueling contemplation, others may be depending upon external opinions outside the fringes of his rationalization , some may just sing mini-mini-my-ni-mo and for some reason, others may just fall back and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marveled at the mystery of making choices, especially the unexpected ones. There are times when we are blown away when hearing how someone or somebody decides things out; how one becomes blatantly inconsiderate in making decisions. I marveled whenever somebody flagrantly decides to do the direct opposite of what others are expecting him to. I marveled but at the same time I learned to appreciate more the chance of making choices. I begin to be thankful that God gave us the freedom to choose and to rationalize, to reason out and weigh each and every situation we encounter. That He gave us freewill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I guess others may consider the way they make choices after reading this post because I did while writing this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114339886807920077?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114339886807920077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114339886807920077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114339886807920077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114339886807920077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114330195695540516</id><published>2006-03-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much for profit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;My heart was stabbed deep by a dagger&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I dont feel the pain...&lt;br /&gt;I only can see the bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did caught up some of the episodes of PBB Celeb Edition on ABS CBN. Generally, I can say it was entertaining. Well I gues it is but human nature to be curious about other person's life and the way they live it. As a matter of fact, I did seem to enjoy it than the first edition. But the past few episodes got me irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see how the people behind the show tried to impliedly manipulate and discreetly dictate what should happen in the show which is supposedly a reality show. It was clearly showing that the theme of PBB is becoming: ratings at the expense of the housemates. One concrete example is the way they tried and used different strategies and negotiations just to convince budoy to finally show his mysterious hair. It sucks that 'kuya' was becoming too frustrated just for the sake of ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole thing started upon rustom's revelation which, proved to be an undisputable force to produce high ratings for the show. My question is just simple. Is this the way to treat your talents, in this case the housemates, who have been successful in drawing ratings because of their truthfullness or untruthfulness? Is this the way to treat the viewers as if thinking that "they can swallow whatever we force into them"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment is good whenever it is not too much motivated by profit. There must be a certain demarcation between profit and service - two things that Philippine television finds hard to define the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114330195695540516?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114330195695540516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114330195695540516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114330195695540516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114330195695540516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-much-for-profit.html' title='Too much for profit'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114322500856516859</id><published>2006-03-25T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience defeats suffering; hope defeats fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned about courage in a different and very relevant perspective. It was something that I have and I didnt know how to use. I was never aware of its potentials and capabilities -  that when used properly can lauch the most massive and efficient offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught empty handed until this day came. And what a surprise, I never knew I can use it this early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114322500856516859?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114322500856516859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114322500856516859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114322500856516859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114322500856516859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114322180990989311</id><published>2006-03-25T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Infidelities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textBody"&gt;    &lt;p class="textBody"&gt;I hate this song, but I cant help it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, &amp; you're not discreet. You make sure I know who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again. There is not a word I comprehend, except when you signed it "I will love you always &amp;amp; forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone &amp; wonder, how you're making out, but as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you are pretending. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. And this bottle of beast is taking me home. Your hair. It's everywhere. Screaming infidelities. Taking its wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114322180990989311?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114322180990989311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114322180990989311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114322180990989311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114322180990989311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/screaming-infidelities.html' title='Screaming Infidelities'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114269963217323154</id><published>2006-03-19T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny graduation</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it : the month of March marks the period for the very anticipated graduation of senior students whether high school or college. And yes oh yes, the tenor of the period is the ceremony which we usually call gradution or sometimes reffered to as commencement. While it reminds me of the good old memories I have had during my very own graduation, I found a very embarrassing, funny yet disturbing realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, come to think of it, the usual graduation ceremony is never worthy to be called one without having the opportunity to march down the isle and receive the very precious "diploma". Again, yes oh yes, the diploma. But I never remembered receiving one during my college graduation rites; instead, I received mine after completing the tedious school process and waiting from a line full of frustrated queued students waiting to get hold of their precious diploma for the first time like me. The process I think is the same for every Filipino student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't graduation a joke? I mean graduation is supposed to be the ceremony highlighting the  completion of a degree in college and thus capped by the awarding of diploma to the graduates. In this very "special" day, the graduates should be receiving their diplomas. The "diploma" should be the real thing not just a props or a piece of bond paper rolled and tied with a ribbon to look like one! Now I realized that the solemnity and prestige of the event is beguilingly foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lokohan lang pala ang graduation, gagraduate ka ng hindi mo naman makukuha ang diploma mo, tapos bilang pampalubag ng loob, aabutan ka ng bond paper na kunwari ay yun na ang iyong diploma at pagkatapos  kakamayan ka ng school administrator nyo na parang tuwang tuwa dahil naloko ka nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the feeling of those who still needs to complete some units in summer in order to graduate but attended the ceremony as well for they were made to believe it was a prestigious ceremony. Infuriating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very demented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114269963217323154?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114269963217323154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114269963217323154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114269963217323154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114269963217323154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-graduation.html' title='Funny graduation'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114265138687082461</id><published>2006-03-18T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread @ China Bank</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the Bible Readers Society of the Philippines in cooperation with Breadthrenhood and China Bank conducted a successful Bible Study attended by China Bank's employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The said activity was held at China Bank's main office in Paseo de Roxas, Makati. Bro. Fred Cabanilla from the Bread Society, unprecendently delivered a very relevant Bible topic with the theme: " Christians in the workplace: Living the teachings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics from the said activity are posted below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f228/081299/Image231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114265138687082461?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114265138687082461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114265138687082461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114265138687082461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114265138687082461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/bread-china-bank.html' title='Bread @ China Bank'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114252487079828063</id><published>2006-03-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Whew! its been a while btw, here are the pics from last week's BH assembly at Malolos, Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Image%28222%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Image%28222%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and the banner was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Image%28224%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Image%28224%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kuya Roel dela Cruz with a power speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Image%28226%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Image%28226%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breadthrenhood president Regie Paredes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114252487079828063?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114252487079828063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114252487079828063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114252487079828063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114252487079828063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114105484721020008</id><published>2006-02-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDSA @ 20</title><content type='html'>After twenty years, the image of EDSA was again tarnished by the ever horrendous and illigitimate administration of Arroyo. It seems that Arroyo was so desperate that passing an unscrupulous PP1017 which directly and arrogantly trample upon the people's duly constituted rights to freedom of speech and public assembly was her last ditch to maintain a stolen seat in Malacañang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly Arroyo has established a "de facto" martial law. Unwarranted arrests, prior restraint to free speech by raiding newspaper publication, intimidating the media, barring public assembly and prohibiting people to publicly announce their dissent to the present administration was only some of the manifestations that clearly send the message that Arroyo is trying to defeat democracy with despotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very unfortunate. Unusual. To think that political and social dignitaries were never excusedbut rather was victimized by the same rotten leadership of Arroyo. Take for example the case of Prof. Randy David. What does he have to do with rebellion or sedition? When does the commemoration of EDSA became seditious or rebellious in nature. Granting for the sake of argument, that what he did was punishable under the law, why was Gen Danny Lim not charged when he was said to be identified with a much grave act to constitute rebellion? It clearly shows the way how Arroyo tries to pacify the military and wanted to turn the AFP into her private army. On the other hand, private citizens like David and the other 30 persons charged by the government will suffer the full weight of Arroyo's abhorrence towards democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired of this government who deosn't know anything but to protect its existence and justify its illigitimacy by fraudulent and beguling measures. A sham government that it can only rule through force. This is more than enough. Our people has seen and experienced more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to protect and stand by our rights is seditious or rebellious, I plead to the Arroyo government to arrest me - and make it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dequiros.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114105484721020008?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114105484721020008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114105484721020008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114105484721020008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114105484721020008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/02/edsa-20.html' title='EDSA @ 20'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114053747829527776</id><published>2006-02-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ruined Puzzle</title><content type='html'>This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go". &lt;span class="textBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says "Does he ever get the girl?" But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the stories too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This basement's a coffin I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never said "Good-bye" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Does he ever get the girl? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114053747829527776?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114053747829527776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114053747829527776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114053747829527776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114053747829527776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-ruined-puzzle.html' title='This Ruined Puzzle'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-114053601978507288</id><published>2006-02-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LANDSLIDE</title><content type='html'>contemplating bout the landslide which happened recently, I found a very bright and enlightening post from &lt;a href="http://chizjarkace.blogspot.com/"&gt;chris&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and always when tragedy strikes us and confronts us face to face, why do people always find someone to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't they pause for a while, think beyond his most rational excuses and muse over - for everything has a reason we just have to open our eyes and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-114053601978507288?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/114053601978507288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=114053601978507288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114053601978507288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/114053601978507288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/02/landslide.html' title='LANDSLIDE'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113967603413362761</id><published>2006-02-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brilliant Dance</title><content type='html'>So this is odd,  the painful realization that has all gone wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;And nobody cares at all,  and nobody cares at all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="textBody"&gt;&lt;p&gt; So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Does it make it any better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; So this is strange,  our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance  where nobody leads at all,  where nobody leads at all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask&lt;/span&gt; and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that you were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="textBody"&gt; Well this is the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="textBody"&gt; Well this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody"&gt; Well this is the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Well this is the last time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113967603413362761?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113967603413362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113967603413362761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113967603413362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113967603413362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/02/brilliant-dance.html' title='The Brilliant Dance'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113855380336997894</id><published>2006-01-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shot of fame</title><content type='html'>Manny Pacquiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy he was Michael Jordan meets Brad Pitt meets 50 Cent meets Bill Gates all rolled into one for most of the Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has, no doubt, did a commendable job by knocking out Morales. It did create another Filipino frenzy recorded in the books. One thing to be proud of.Pacquiao's popularity at the moment is insurmountable. As a matter of fact, his name was among &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yahoo's&lt;/span&gt; top sought after word in searches under the sports category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was very disappointed by the way things was turning around. Suddenly Pacquiao, who was dubbed as the country's "Pambansang Kamao" became the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pambansang Sawsawan"&lt;/span&gt;. As if everyone especially politicians wanted to ride on his fame. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lahat na nakikisawsaw: pekeng presidente, asawa ng pekeng presidente, senador, congressman, mayor na bulaklakin ang damit, konsehal, tv network, host na bulol ng tv network, mga artista, pulitko, hay naku di na mabilang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly I am happy and proud of Pacquiao, but at the same time, I am very sorry for him things ended up this way. Though how innocent and sincere his words may seem urging our countrymen to unite for a cause, it was constantly blemished each time another politician grabbed every inch of opportunity to profess their selfish motives. Shame on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113855380336997894?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113855380336997894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113855380336997894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113855380336997894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113855380336997894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/01/shot-of-fame.html' title='A shot of fame'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113825684391459406</id><published>2006-01-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, rain</title><content type='html'>It's raining everyday..so unusual??!! I don't know.. All I know is that my AUTHORITY ZERO cd was missing! (So I end up listening to Dashboard Confessional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/tcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113825684391459406?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113825684391459406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113825684391459406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113825684391459406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113825684391459406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, rain, rain'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113811761410922394</id><published>2006-01-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are not you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/myart_illust11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/myart_illust11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this art. It's from the tv series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill &lt;/span&gt;one of Peyton's emo sketches actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113811761410922394?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113811761410922394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113811761410922394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113811761410922394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113811761410922394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-are-not-you.html' title='They are not you.'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113811614671399720</id><published>2006-01-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update...updates</title><content type='html'>im in a lag...  im feeling kinda weird these days think that's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you help me remember how to smile,&lt;br /&gt;Make it somehow all seem worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did i get so jaded,&lt;br /&gt;Last mystery seems so faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go where no one else can go,&lt;br /&gt;I know what no one else knows,&lt;br /&gt;Here i am just drowning in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;With a ticket for a one way train."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113811614671399720?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113811614671399720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113811614671399720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113811614671399720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113811614671399720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2006/01/updateupdates.html' title='update...updates'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113570257830102094</id><published>2005-12-28T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They said it was yultide</title><content type='html'>One of my former students asked me why I don't celebrate "christmas" like the way common people used to. I told him it's ideological, intellectual and most of all theological. I really don't want to push further into this issue since I believe &lt;a href="http://chizjarkace.blogspot.vom/"&gt;chris &lt;/a&gt;has a more sensible elucidation as to why we have a common view about this season which the people calls yultide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113570257830102094?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113570257830102094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113570257830102094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113570257830102094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113570257830102094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-said-it-was-yultide.html' title='They said it was yultide'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113467013901576838</id><published>2005-12-16T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's afraid of Abat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/index_image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/index_image3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Raul Gonzales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anothery blurry assertion from Arroyo and&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ompany &lt;span class="f"&gt;came earlier this day when the &lt;/span&gt;CIDG &lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;harged Gen. Abat with in&lt;span class="f"&gt;citing to sedition upon the DOJ after beguilingly pretending to invite the retired general for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;al  &lt;span class="f"&gt;investigation in what seems to be another wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ked and fraudaulent warrantless  arrest by the Arroyo administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;I wonder how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;onfused the government is - yesterday, Gonzales the moron tried to laugh at Abat's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;tions at San Juan, today he had stated a new version of the story that the thing was a serious one and the same should be apprehended. Oh my, Gonzales.. where is your brain? Have you got no other thing to do than to provide a legal harrasment to anyone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;criti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt; your boss? There goes our ta&lt;/span&gt;xes we paid for his salary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disturbing thing: I &lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;annot see how the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CIDG  or the DOJ, if it would file a &lt;span class="f"&gt;case in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;court, would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;contend that Abat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;commits the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;crime of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="f"&gt;citing to sedition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;when there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;clear and present danger being posed by su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;h a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ctions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;laimed to be seditious by the DOJ. It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;clear however that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;case will be used to rationalize the unwarranted and pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;uliar arrest of Abat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the whole in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;cident showed how gentlemen the former general is when he avoided a rough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;confrontation and yielded no to resist the poli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;cemen who "invited" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own belief,  our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;country is in a state of a silent unrest. I don't really know whether there will be another ousting of the president for in the first pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;ce, we do not have a legitimate president but rather a usurper. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;certain about one thing though, majority of our fellowmen is still deprived of the truth and still deprived of a legal and de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;cent president to rule our land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113467013901576838?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113467013901576838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113467013901576838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113467013901576838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113467013901576838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/12/whos-afraid-of-abat.html' title='Who&apos;s afraid of Abat?'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113388319098839015</id><published>2005-12-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garci oh Garci</title><content type='html'>He's back. So what? Why only now Garci?? Have you already perfected the lines of your script? I don't think so. Your opening lines : " I didn't leave the country" doesn't make sense, it didn't appeal to the ears as well. What now dear Garci? Are you for real or thrill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113388319098839015?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113388319098839015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113388319098839015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113388319098839015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113388319098839015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/12/garci-oh-garci.html' title='Garci oh Garci'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113258948991214246</id><published>2005-11-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let the issue die of a natural death.</title><content type='html'>The TMG group who unscrupulously pumped bullets onto the three carnap 'suspects' in Ortigas are still never cleared from liability of the crime -  for I am sure that one has been committed contrary to what the biggest idiot in the history of Philippine politics, Raul Gonzales has uttered that there is no crime committed because the polie gunned down dead people (Wonder where his brain is, and no wonder why law professors in UST are ashamed upon the mention of him being a Thomasian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to the matter, it so happened that someone who has left a comment on my post dedicated an &lt;a href="http://clearfx.blogspot.com/"&gt;entire blog&lt;/a&gt; to scrutinize the issue and present all the pertinent information about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this incident won't just die of a natural death just like the numerous iniquities that the Arroyo administration have committed and the duties it failed to perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113258948991214246?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113258948991214246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113258948991214246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113258948991214246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113258948991214246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-let-issue-die-of-natural-death.html' title='Don&apos;t let the issue die of a natural death.'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113163667732333804</id><published>2005-11-10T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Garnet St., Ortigas Center.. 10:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police open fired and pounded three young men with bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not satisfied with killing, still they continued firing upon their targets who seems already helpless and almost, lifeless. At these moments, things are very clear - cops didn't want to leave anybody alive. They're set to kill and terminate somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful as it may seem, this is how dangerous our policemen can be. They're supposed to protect people and yet, seeing them doing the direct contrary of the duty imposed upon their mandates seems disturbing yet somewhat ordinary. i don't sense any drip of onsiene or seond thought upon the ten TMG offiers who onduted the operation or shall I say the crime in Ortigas. This is what most of them are. Most, who are believing that to annihilate is better than to rehabilitate. Awful. Disturbing. Degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that I found in this partiular incident is that the thing was caught on video by UNTV. It was peculiar though that the reason they have covered the incident is not because of scoop or what, but because they themselves have been victims of police harassment and that same night they were anticipating that the band of men waiting in front of their station was planning yet another action to maul their station. What a coincidence, the violated witnessed another violence where another is being violated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline, the president was mum about the issue because it would not profit her image at all. Unlike the other incident where she had thought at all that another terrorist was caught by policemen which was, as we all know, was only a case of mistaken identity, much to do with her shame - or none at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113163667732333804?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113163667732333804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113163667732333804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113163667732333804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113163667732333804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/11/trigger-happy_10.html' title='Trigger Happy'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113120707210836390</id><published>2005-11-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:56.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Big Brader</title><content type='html'>Whaaaaa!!! First time ko yata magpost in Filipino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently naaaliw ako sa Big Brother show ng ABSCBN. Hindi naman ako totally inclined sa show at kakaunting episodes lamang ang napanood ko  pero recently medyo naimpluwensyahan akong manood ng aking "little brother" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina napanood ko ang eviction episode kung saan napaalis na sa bahay si Sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok na sana at parang medyo convined na ako pero bad trip ako sa host na si Willie Revillame...ASTIG sya as in ASTIG kasi bukod sa matigas ang dila nya eh ASTIG din ang mukha niya na mag-eenglish kahit mali mali ang grammar at kuntodo buckle pa siya!!! Panira talaga.. tpos ang tindi ng hirit nya ng PINOY BIG BRADERRR kung ipronoune ang title ng kanilang show...whaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami namang matinong host na puwedeng ipuwesto liban sa kanya ewan ko ba kung bakit paborito ng dos itong si  Willy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113120707210836390?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113120707210836390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113120707210836390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113120707210836390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113120707210836390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/11/pinoy-big-brader.html' title='Pinoy Big Brader'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-113016467922474823</id><published>2005-10-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang pagbabalik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/pagbabalik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/pagbabalik.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calling all UST Bread Society members and Alumni!!!! Our Grand Reunion is slated this coming November 18, at the Function Room, BK Quezon Avenue. See you there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-113016467922474823?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/113016467922474823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=113016467922474823' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113016467922474823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/113016467922474823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/ang-pagbabalik.html' title='Ang pagbabalik'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112983588627864806</id><published>2005-10-21T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kingdom of Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/koh02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/koh02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the truth, always, even if it leads to your death. Safeguar&lt;/span&gt;d the helpless and do no wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;This movie moved me... it reminded me that the battle isn't over yet - I'll have to fight till it's over, till my breath comes to its last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/koh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/koh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A better world than has ever been seen. A kingdom of conscience. A kingdom of heaven."&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/15146256-112983588627864806?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112983588627864806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112983588627864806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112983588627864806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112983588627864806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/kingdom-of-conscience.html' title='A Kingdom of Conscience'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112973543685701780</id><published>2005-10-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Time&lt;br /&gt;Every new beginning comes from&lt;br /&gt;Some other beginning's end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I leave, I will pack a loadful of memories with me. It wasn't just an experience but a learning one. Tommorow's uncertain. I really don't know. But I'm certain that I have engraved a meaningful niche upon every mind that I've met. I have left something good on the ground that I recently trodded upon. Someday I will be proud, someday they'll be proud and happy that we've crossed each other's path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112973543685701780?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112973543685701780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112973543685701780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112973543685701780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112973543685701780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/closing-time.html' title='Closing time'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112956341720334640</id><published>2005-10-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great surprises come in small packages..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;CALIBRATED PREEMPTIVE RESPONSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its worst than ever. A signal that tried to send a message &lt;b&gt;"I don't want to step down and I am very scared" &lt;/b&gt;This calibrated whatever thing is a clear sign of ethical imbecility, political strife and genuine greed to the superlative. I thought our policemen are dutybound to protect the people and not only the president? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am too much disgusted how Ate Glue unscrupulously lambasted and ordered to water the people whom catapulted her to power. As things materialized, the way GMA tried to show-off and project a strong image clearly shows that she is the weakest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;GLORIA MACAPAGAL ARROYO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Small but terrible. Great usurper. Cheater. Liar. She was worst than Erap. At the height of the protest to overthrow him, Erap conceded and never used violence to shut up the truth. At least Erap was the duly constituted president then. He was voted by the people. He didnt grab power by cheating. Ate Glue on the otherhand, eagerly arranged an exit plan and compromise on the height of the protests. She was never to be found in one of those protests or rallies, not until the military withdrew their support from Erap. Not until she was already to be proclaimed. And now she cheated us by saying &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hello Garci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In this story of struggle for integrity, Ate Glue will always be haunted by the truth. It will never stop until it catches her in shame and be able to slap her in the face and tell:&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indeed, great surprises come in small packages!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112956341720334640?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112956341720334640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112956341720334640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112956341720334640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112956341720334640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-surprises-come-in-small-packages.html' title='Great surprises come in small packages..'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112942591332093929</id><published>2005-10-16T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I reposted a friend's letter hoping that it could reach the hearts of those who are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Guys, what happened to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Lately, we havent been talking much, havent bonded much, havent been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; together much, despite the fact that we study in the same school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; grounds, and we havent done our Bible Study activity for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Is it because of our thesis? finals? school project? barkada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Now that the finals week is over (or at least comming to an end),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Arent we forgetting something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Now that our schoolwork is over (or almost over), what next? After our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; schoolwork, then will we remember our God? will God only be number two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Bretherens, am not saying this as if I am asserting that im clean and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; not commiting mistakes in this life.  Im just reminding everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; You see, I've noticed, we're only happy when things are going along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; with us.  But when hardships come, we fall apart.  We dont hear from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; one another anymore when problems come.  And just look at us.  Our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; mission in school, are we gonna be the ones defeated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; I hope not.  I pray not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Let us do our best not to forget the most important things in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; lives first.  Let us not take it for granted.  We are Christians.  In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; each and every sense of the word.  We are Christians no matter where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; we are and what we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; We can do this.  together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112942591332093929?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112942591332093929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112942591332093929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112942591332093929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112942591332093929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but true'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112912843128094018</id><published>2005-10-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale, its almost time to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Image%28150%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Image%28150%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ghosts??? nope, Stephenians on their finale during the Social Studies Program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112912843128094018?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112912843128094018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112912843128094018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112912843128094018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112912843128094018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/finale-its-almost-time-to-go.html' title='Finale, its almost time to go..'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112906043795404717</id><published>2005-10-12T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lately, my fascination was caught by Greenday's recent music video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well its a first of its kind for the punk rock band. If i'm not mistaken, it seems  as if it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/ryuho74_2340961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/ryuho74_2340961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first video where the band inculcated a strong dramatic efffect to accompany a gloomy lyrics to send a message to their viewers. And I guess it pays off, because I've been hearing positive feedbacks for the video which, I think is Greeeenday's subtle protest and move to renounce war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;Seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;Becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;But never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;Like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;Becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;But never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112906043795404717?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112906043795404717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112906043795404717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112906043795404717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112906043795404717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112895530401443817</id><published>2005-10-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unearthed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/15208844729038l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/15208844729038l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;(L-R Eric, Baldo, Arjel, Jamez and Vj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've unearthed this college pic from jamez's friendster account. This was a shot taken on the way to our immersion in Bamban, Tarlac. Yeah, those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112895530401443817?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112895530401443817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112895530401443817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112895530401443817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112895530401443817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/unearthed.html' title='unearthed'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112823489155726698</id><published>2005-10-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Im on the process of updating my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Im adopting a cleaner, simplier interface for this one&lt;br /&gt;Enjoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112823489155726698?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112823489155726698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112823489155726698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112823489155726698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112823489155726698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112802758038937686</id><published>2005-09-29T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres no stopping Ate Glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way to UP yesterday afternoon, I had a brief conversation with the driver of the cab that I took. The driver whose name I forgot to ask never hesitated to ventilate his grievances towards the present administration throughout our short conversation. He mentioned about gasoline price hikes, electoral cheating, the different controversies that the president was involved in, and the government’s &lt;i style=""&gt;de facto&lt;/i&gt; martial law among others. He even mentioned to have witnessed how anti-rally policemen minced the students who protested in &lt;i style=""&gt;Mendiola&lt;/i&gt; the other day. Our conversation that sunny afternoon was temporarily brought to a halt when he turned the AM radio on. The topic was GMA’s Executive Order 464.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It came to me in a magnitude of a suicidal bomb. I came to a pause and started to ask myself if I am really hearing all the foolishness that our president is trying to add up to the pile of garbage it has dumped on our citizenry. I was in total disgust upon confirming it was true. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is very obvious that GMA is pushed to superlative when it comes to thick-facedness just to preserve her stolen post at Malacañang. She has lied, purloined votes, usurped and exhausted every wicked means she can find just to stay in power. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, the two military men who were sacked from their positions for testifying in the Senate hearing on the &lt;i style=""&gt;Hello Garci&lt;/i&gt; controversy displayed some spark of hope that there is still somehow a trace of integrity residing in some of our commissioned officers. It’s a good sign.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I expect Executive Order 464 is not the last that our present administration will chuck against us. The only thing is, how long can we stand this kind of insult to our capacities? Let us not take this sitting down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112802758038937686?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112802758038937686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112802758038937686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112802758038937686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112802758038937686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/theres-no-stopping-ate-glue.html' title='Theres no stopping Ate Glue'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112787035399756663</id><published>2005-09-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagong Kasaysayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/Untitled-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yesterday, I and my colleagues were invited to attend a symposium at UP NISMED in Diliman. The talk entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Pantayong Pananaw at Bagong Historiograpiyang Pilipino"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, whisked the colonial and dismal state of Philippine history and historiography which was very evident because the dialogue was delivered purely on the vernacular. It was organized by the progressive organizations namely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BAKAS ( Bagong Kasaysayan) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UP LIKAS ( Unibersidad ng Pilipinas Lipunang Pangkasaysayan). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The talk showcased a series of fortunate and unfortunate events so to speak. Unfortunate for the symposium wasn't spared from the inconvenience that our government continues to offer when during the middle of the talk of Prof. Salazar, electricity bade a sudden but temporary goodbye to us which prompted the gentle speaker to jokingly utter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Baka may CIA dito"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. The incident just barely unleashed a hell of laugh out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The fortunate part was that I met "the man" himself, the one who spearheaded the turning point in Philippine Historiography Prof. Zeus Salazar. Well he is a sensible and soft-spoken intellectual being. I was glad to have met him personally. It was just disappointing that some other Filipino historians branded him as reductionist and nativist. Well I beg to dissent, I just think that what he and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BAKAS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;were trying to commence was an act of splendor for our country's history and historiography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; During the symposium, I was able to buy a book of Prof. Salazar. Well for curiosity's sake or whatever, I felt I would want to be involved in a little way. Who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/15146256-112787035399756663?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112787035399756663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112787035399756663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112787035399756663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112787035399756663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/bagong-kasaysayan.html' title='Bagong Kasaysayan'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112709838718521503</id><published>2005-09-19T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutbox down again!?</title><content type='html'>Again, my shoutbox is down for the nth time!!! Can Anyone suggest  a reliable one? Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112709838718521503?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112709838718521503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112709838718521503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112709838718521503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112709838718521503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/shoutbox-down-again.html' title='Shoutbox down again!?'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112670547811664165</id><published>2005-09-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of the hard times</title><content type='html'>The morning drizzle accompanied me to work; and after a day of talking about market structures and cartel while simultaneously incorporating the value of economics - especially in these hard and trying times - in the youthful minds of my students, my eye incidentally trodded later this day to find that the mighty mighty Ate Glue, entered yet another confidential-but-anomalous-and-indecorous contract with an american law firm to lobby for her so much anticipated proposal for charter change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ate Glue hits the scene anew, providing another staggering blow upon the public interest and a dynamo to further selfish motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undersized usurper strikes again by hiring the service of US-based law firm Venable LLP to lobby and represent her (not us) on the US Congress to secure grants that will power her proposed charter change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The firm will receive an astonishing amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S75,000 per month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S900,000 a year&lt;/span&gt;!!! Thats amounting to an estimate of 50.4 million pesos a year! Now I really understand why our government really pushed hard to implement EVAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, the worst part is that because the firm will be lobbying in behalf of Arroyo in the US Congress, Americans will obviously know about the contract while our people, who's money is being squandered by the mighty mighty Ate Glue, doesn't know a thing was going on. Thanks to Malou Mangahas of &lt;a href="http://www.pcij.org/stories/2005/chacha.html"&gt;PCIJ&lt;/a&gt; now we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our Congress will try to investigate. What next? Think that can make a change? Does a single contract compare to an impeachment complaint? If Arroyo's conspirators in Congress can insolently topple the impeachment complaint against her how much more is this issue about that aberrant contract? I don't think that would make so much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us end the debates. Let us end the Arroyo fraudulence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112670547811664165?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112670547811664165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112670547811664165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112670547811664165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112670547811664165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/tale-of-hard-times.html' title='The tale of the hard times'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112659948294336494</id><published>2005-09-13T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Gaga Over Pacquiao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Over the past few days, newspapers and television programs showcased how Manny Pacquiao and two other filipino boxers pound their rivals down to the sleeping mode. The country paused for a while, the whole archipelago savor this moment in history - no impeachment, no politics, no EVAT, no Oil Price Hike, No problems. It was a clear and temporary nirvana. Even I, personally rejoiced with the nation. Their victory, especially of Pacquiao "lifts the country's spirit high" said one broadsheet - yes it definitely has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One showstopper though, was when the undersized usurper at Mendiola came to meddle into the phenomenon. Disgusting. She immediately messed things up; stirring a whole bunch of disappointment upon those who are already fed of her debauched undertakings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She came along, ride like an old jockey trying to share a horse's fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And she's not satisfied with that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she even attributed the win of Pacquiao to herself - that her god has heard her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;That only adds insult to injury. As if she was the master of everything and was responsible for the revelry that the country has felt when Pacquiao won the fight. Too much assuming. Too much deceiving. No wonder people apparently conclude that she should be the next one to be knocked out of the Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What a better place than here. What a better time than now. Lets oust her.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112659948294336494?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112659948294336494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112659948294336494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112659948294336494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112659948294336494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-gaga-over-pacquiao.html' title='Going Gaga Over Pacquiao'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112599919706580664</id><published>2005-09-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignominous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3:24 pm -  the impeachment complaint against Ate Glue was declared clinically dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I was personally dismayed but not surprised, the last avenue to unveil the truth was trashed and bargained away for personal interests and self aggrandizement.Pathetic. What's next I don't know. Erstwhile, isaw JDV on ANC already preparing to rev up charter change. The administration's plan was to well to swift and easy - winning by numbers, utilizing every drop of technicality, political strategy and even bribery. Ignominious. It echoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112599919706580664?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112599919706580664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112599919706580664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112599919706580664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112599919706580664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/ignominous.html' title='Ignominous'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112585072826802108</id><published>2005-09-04T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of twists and turns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/diane_kruger5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/diane_kruger5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hartnett and Kruger had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lost and found relationship"&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicker Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Last night I had a chance to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://www.wickerparkmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicker Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; on Star Movies. The film starred Josh Hartnett opposite Dianne Kruger. It was not the typical romantic-straight forward-hate and reconcile movie but was rather one which showcased twists and annoying truths. The movie focused on the consequences of selfishness and obsession. What i like the movie was that while it had a very simple plot all along it was intricated with twists and mystery making the film interesting and not boring unlike other common love themed movie. Hartnett played good as well as Kruger; but the showstopper was Rose Byrne with her almost infuriating portrayal of the character of Alex the "other Lisa" in the film. The film was mystified and hounded by chain of flashback which, i think seemingly made the same interesting although a little predictable in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this movie okay on the general note - especially when youre trying to forget for a while and divert from the chaotic political and economic problems in our country which probably rooted on the usurpation  and continued clinging of ATE GLUE. (Sorry to say though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112585072826802108?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112585072826802108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112585072826802108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112585072826802108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112585072826802108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-twists-and-turns.html' title='Of twists and turns...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112578390938134184</id><published>2005-09-04T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 minus 8</title><content type='html'>01.Your name -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Arjel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Hobbies --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; internet...reading...watching tv..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Gender --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. School -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Height --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 5'5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Horoscope -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Address --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Email add -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;liberation_812@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 ym - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;liberation_812&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mohawk??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Eye colour --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair colour -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Left handed/ right handed -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. status --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in a relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Siblings -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Arvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last 4 digit of your mobile no -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wala akong cel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bday -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;April 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;*Have you...*&lt;br /&gt;18. Tried smoking -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Drink alcohol -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dati rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been hurt emotionally -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oo naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kept a secret from anyone -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;everyone has a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Been on stage -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;during the old skul RATM days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;*Favourites*&lt;br /&gt;23. Color -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;blue &amp; black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Food -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;basta edible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Number -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12 &amp; 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Cartoons -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thundercats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Song -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;marami eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Movie --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;marami rin eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Subject -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;criminal law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;*Right now*&lt;br /&gt;30. Wearing -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t shirt and shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hairstyle -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"barbers cut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Looking at -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;malamang monitor @ keyboard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Thinking of -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Listening to -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deftones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe in...*&lt;br /&gt;35. Love -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y-E-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Faith -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sobra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Yourself -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ghosts -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Angels -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yup.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;*In the last 24hrs...*&lt;br /&gt;40. Worn jeans -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Cleaned your room -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nope..wla nman akng rum eh..tambay lng ako sa sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. cried --  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. met someone new --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person I talked to -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wla eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;*Love life*&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you believe in love -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OO NAMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have a secret admirer -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wala cguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you wanna get married -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncertained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you plan on having kids -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;next question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How old you wanna be when you get married -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;35?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. How old you wanna be when you have your child--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. How many kids do you want --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cguro 1 lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Would you have kids before marriage -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;definitely not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you have a Crush -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What do you want most in a Relationship -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;being able to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Pink or Black -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Kiss or hug -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Summer or winter -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Sunny or rainy --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Chocolate or vanilla -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Hanging out or chilliing-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hanging out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Music or TV -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Hamburger or Pizza -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pizza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Smile or Laughing --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; laughing hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Sleeping or eating -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Mc Donald's or KFC -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KFC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Silver or gold -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. On phone or in person -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Diamonds or Pearls -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;diamonds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Adidas or puma -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Band members or models -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;band members &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Local or international Artist -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. sneakers or boots -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sneakers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Jack daniels or Chivas Regal -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d ako umiinom e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Dunhill or Malboro -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d ako ng yoSI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. clubbing or live music -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;live music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Johnny depp or Brad Pitt -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ARJEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Jolie or Kate Hudson -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. colosal/epic or romantic comedy --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;khit ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. sexy/naughty or kind/plain -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. BMW or Mercedes -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. incubus or maroon 5 -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;incubus nlng cguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Rock or Ballad -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. long haired or bald --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 Cor 11:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. pop or rock -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;rock nga eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. beach or mountain -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Pepsi or Coke -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;iced tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DVD or cinema -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. nokia or ericsson -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wala eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. 311 or hoobastank -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Asia or America -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;asia cguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. tattoo or piercing -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WALA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. american idol or canadian idol -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;american idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. asking/answering-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112578390938134184?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112578390938134184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112578390938134184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112578390938134184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112578390938134184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/09/101-minus-8.html' title='101 minus 8'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112542035561979740</id><published>2005-08-31T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, mondays, impeachment and the damn old "DATU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was a holiday for whatever damn alibi that Malacañang could possibly think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this afternoon papers came flying; emotions sparked and the majority bloc made a fool out of themselves anew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon was simply lethargic...irrational because of the selfishness of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4:45 in the afternoon, papers came flying at the lowerhouse signaling yet another milestone in our country's enigmatic history. This day will be remembered - that's for sure. Another railroading occured at the house paving the way for the deprivation of the public's paramount interest in the said proceedings. What had happened this afternoon is a mockery, a mockery not only of the system or of the rule of law, but a mockery of those who would want to foil the impeachment process, a mockery made by them upon their own selves, their family, sons and daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disrespect came in the name called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Datumanong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. A charlatan full of inequity betraying the public for the sake of old self interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112542035561979740?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112542035561979740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112542035561979740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112542035561979740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112542035561979740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/holidays-mondays-impeachment-and-damn_31.html' title='Holidays, mondays, impeachment and the damn old &quot;DATU&quot;'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112464725718730086</id><published>2005-08-22T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope still has pending case in Texas...</title><content type='html'>Awful as it may seem, the lawyers of Joseph Ratzinger now Benedict XVI asked President Bush to declare the pontiff immune from liability in a lawsuit that accuses him of conspiring to cover up the molestation of three boys by a seminarian in Texas. The pontiff is accused of conspiring with the Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston to cover up the abuse during the mid-1990s. Daniel Shea, who is representing the three boys who were said to be abused said he would challenge the U.S. diplomatic recognition of the Vatican if the pope is given immunity in the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three boys, identified in court documents as John Does I, II and III, allege that a Colombian-born seminarian on assignment at St. Francis de Sales church in Houston, Juan Carlos Patino-Arango, molested them during counseling sessions in the church in the mid-1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lawsuit, Shea, cited a May 18, 2001 letter from Ratzinger, written in Latin to bishops around the world, explaining that "grave" crimes such as the sexual abuse of minors would be handled by his congregation. The proceedings of special church tribunals handling the cases were subject to "pontifical secret," Ratzinger's letter says."Ratzinger's involvement arises out of this letter, which demonstrates the clear intent to conceal the crimes involved," Shea said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of foolishness is this one?Even the Pope is trying to escape due process by invoking immunity?If Ratzinger isn't really guilty of having committed those that have been accused of him then why don't he just let the proceedings continue to prove that he had done no wrong???Or is he hiding deeper secrets that would reveal his being uncredible as an icon of Catholic religion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112464725718730086?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112464725718730086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112464725718730086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112464725718730086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112464725718730086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/pope-still-has-pending-case-in-texas.html' title='Pope still has pending case in Texas...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112429405628334166</id><published>2005-08-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunog Kalye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/tunogkalye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/320/tunogkalye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;go back into memory lane and rekindle those days with the music that shaped our memory.. .visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TUNOGKALYE.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for a non-stop streaming of alternative opm songs. i found this site very entertaining..thumbs up for its owner for the sacrifice and generosity he displayed in putting up such a wonderful site!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112429405628334166?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112429405628334166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112429405628334166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112429405628334166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112429405628334166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/tunog-kalye.html' title='Tunog Kalye'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112420788057189837</id><published>2005-08-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of teaching...</title><content type='html'>looking at my students, i can see a reflection of the days way back during those trying but happy school years. teaching, i believe, is one of the most challeging professions at the same time also one, if not the most underrated. i have a brief talk with some of my co-teachers at school, for them teaching is a profession which requires passion, devotion and commitment. just consider the bulk of time you have to devote studying lessons and devicing lesson plans. compared to other professions, the teacher still work after his supposedly working hours at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the compensation that a teacher receives, does not only come from his salary. teaching in its original sense brings joy to him. well for me, personally, even though there are times when your temper is being pushed to the limit, i stil think its worth it all. well i mean theres this strange feeling when you look at your students and suddenly identify yourself among them. its like seeing yourself or the acts that you've actually done, the silliness you have committed..well i think it only reminds me that what i am dealing at are human beings and not papers or office equipments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112420788057189837?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112420788057189837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112420788057189837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112420788057189837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112420788057189837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/joy-of-teaching.html' title='the joy of teaching...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112387397454247654</id><published>2005-08-13T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your child gay??</title><content type='html'>if found a &lt;a href="http://www.focusonyourchild.com/develop/art1/A0000683.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; which could help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helping boys become men and girls become women&lt;/span&gt;.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112387397454247654?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112387397454247654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112387397454247654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112387397454247654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112387397454247654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-your-child-gay.html' title='Is your child gay??'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112374541187452196</id><published>2005-08-11T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzales is long overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nman! ayaw talagang paawat ni secretary Gonzales sa pagkakalat ng kahihiyan!! yesterday he stated that the DOJ would not give witness protection to the jueteng witnesses who testified in senate.. katwiran ng matanda, available lang daw ang witness protection program ng DOJ sa mga criminal witnesses...ano ba yan?? Ang bribery ba at jueteng e hindi maituturing na crime??? Jueteng is counted under illegal gambling isn't it a crime then??? Both jueteng and bribery are considered crimes under our Penal Code so what's holding Gonzales to give the witnesses the priveledge of enjoying the WPP of the DOJ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well, tingnan nalang natin ang magiging development sa mga darating na raw. pero isa lang ang mapapatunayan natin sa mga nagyayari ngayon: ang DOJ ay walang habas na nagpapakita na bias ito against the witnesses kung saan involved sa case ang kanyang among si PGMA. at hindi nag iisa ang DOJ, maraming ahensya ng administrasyon ang ganito nandayan ang MTRCB na kamakailan lang ay nagpakita rin ng total partiality at arrogance sa pagbibigay ng suspensyon sa kung sino-sino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112374541187452196?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112374541187452196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112374541187452196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112374541187452196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112374541187452196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/gonzales-is-long-overdue.html' title='Gonzales is long overdue'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112369287184877740</id><published>2005-08-10T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through pain and agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this morning, a student of the school from where i work was kidnapped. the poor student, or should i say rich, was forcibly abducted in front of the condominium where he lives which was just a very short walk from school.guns were fired during the incident leaving two security guards severely wounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the incident left me pondering how much and what kind of agony the young student would go through because of the awful incident. i suddenly became moved and started to mull about the feeling of being kidnapped...in our society, it is common but very hard to accept that there our people willing to kill and traumatize others even small children just to satisfy their worldly caprices..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this same morning though, as i was walking home i saw my nephew strolling along with his little classmates. the situation was a lot different for he was way different from the student from where i work. he do not come from a wealthy family nor he didn't have the traces of a young chinese boy. seeing him though made me think a little peculiar for back during my days i was not accustomed going home on my own. i was either fetched by my relatives or took a ride along through what common pinoy students called as their"service".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;through my observation from both instances, iwas thinking, if the community was the microcosm of the nation then it only proves how dangerous can weakth be in a marginalized society like ours. nothing is new though, but perhaps it'll take us to realize that we shouldn't take these situations as normal and perhaps try to do something to work things out and together eradicate crime and the societal nuisances...unfortunately, filipinos are not responsible enough to realize all of this..and until that day comes kidnappings and other crimes will still remain as a usual content of our newspapers very much like a regular entree on a diner's menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112369287184877740?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112369287184877740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112369287184877740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112369287184877740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112369287184877740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/through-pain-and-agony_10.html' title='through pain and agony'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112360372356672805</id><published>2005-08-10T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piece of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i trembled all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i will carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this load upon my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this would all be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only i can open my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is this lonelines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe melancholy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a piece of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see the sunshine shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no reason to be blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112360372356672805?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112360372356672805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112360372356672805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112360372356672805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112360372356672805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/piece-of-this.html' title='piece of this'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112351433441799100</id><published>2005-08-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on music pigeonhole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well got nothing sensible to post this day... all i know is that our taxes are currently being wasted because GMA still won't give up her position and that the COMELEC still remains that old and devious institution and the ARMM elections had just began...nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lately ive been craving for a lot of the old music that i came to grew with, not necessarily the old old ones but the type that relives the good 'ol days when it suddenly hit my hypothalamus. most of them are punk, old opm bands and the sorts. i  am surprised how valuable they can be to me when they help me asses my self of how much have changed since the day i first heard of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112351433441799100?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112351433441799100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112351433441799100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112351433441799100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112351433441799100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-music-pigeonhole.html' title='on music pigeonhole'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112327128165452064</id><published>2005-08-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lightyears</title><content type='html'>well i've just hopped into a friend's blog recently and reading his melancholy post suddenly reminds me of this song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LIGHTYEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;big dipper north of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;outside the room inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to tommorow&lt;br /&gt;but can i leave yesterday behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it feels so strange&lt;br /&gt;to have grown and change&lt;br /&gt;now its not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause time slips and slides into another place&lt;br /&gt;and try as we might to understand each other&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;it always seems so very far&lt;br /&gt;because you're lightyears away&lt;br /&gt;you're lightyears away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little dipper south of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;it looks much closer than it really is&lt;br /&gt;i held it in my hands&lt;br /&gt;but you're forever out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far as the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;nothing is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh, if i only have a rocketship to fly&lt;br /&gt;id be right there in a minute&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't really matter where i am&lt;br /&gt;however near is still so far&lt;br /&gt;because you're lightyears away&lt;br /&gt;you're lightyears away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to tommorow&lt;br /&gt;but can i leave yesterday behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112327128165452064?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112327128165452064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112327128165452064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112327128165452064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112327128165452064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/lightyears.html' title='lightyears'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112327519837716124</id><published>2005-08-06T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his time to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/1600/pfprocop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1594/1393/200/pfprocop1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;we have lost yet another great statesman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;one of the best that we should have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but we never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112327519837716124?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112327519837716124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112327519837716124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112327519837716124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112327519837716124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/his-time-to-go.html' title='his time to go...'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146256.post-112326452467091646</id><published>2005-08-06T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blogspot</title><content type='html'>since my frenster blog limits me in doing the things i like, i decided to alight and transfer to blogger...enjoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146256-112326452467091646?l=imintoblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/112326452467091646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146256&amp;postID=112326452467091646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112326452467091646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146256/posts/default/112326452467091646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imintoblogging.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-blogspot.html' title='back to blogspot'/><author><name>arjel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965911296860695937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/91443076_e4ebd7bd8d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
