<?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-5613424136712318431</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:52:50.493-07:00</updated><category term='Seminars'/><category term='Anything'/><category term='MJ'/><category term='Accomplishments'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Logic'/><category term='Saints'/><category term='Stars'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='words'/><category term='Markie'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Legazpi'/><category term='Messages'/><category term='Events'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Education'/><category term='News'/><category term='Catholicism'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Vocation'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>breYn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-793527317245882251</id><published>2011-05-13T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:06:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger lickin' good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was never "matakaw". I eat what I can take and stop if I feel I am full. But this has never been the case when I and my colleagues went to Sunrise Buckets (SB) at Madison Square, Greenhills. I thought of eating a regular fried chicken and that's it.I and my workmates went there cuz we feel like craving for chicken but does not want to eat at fast food chains that we use to go to when we wanna eat, chat and hang out. It is a good thing that our Boss bragged that buffalo wings at SB is really mouth watering and we should try it and make ourselves believe about the truth on her testimonial. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_LvNyNlLNw/Tc4m4krtYII/AAAAAAAAAOY/mJItp-N5w7g/s320/Store.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606461339484381314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is how the facade looks like. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYJQaer7hqI/Tc4nSKWmA_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/BXamdTMNe7w/s320/Door%2Bstep.JPG" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606461779093095410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Upon entering, you will see this cemented door step. They say it's all beach sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9m3j4BAABfQ/Tc4odx9Ur9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/oWE6hPcAI-A/s320/sunrise-bucket-gloves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606463078214709202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You would need to get a pair of plastic gloves to indulge with the Buffalo Wings. (But I prefer bear hands to do the crime. Hehe. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Drum roll please. Here's what made me eat one-to-sawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rCxKVPNpcU/Tc4pk1lppkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V3KRsvodvlI/s320/DSC_1572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606464298959873602" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Honey Jalapeño Buffalo wings and Java rice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-793527317245882251?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/793527317245882251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=793527317245882251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/793527317245882251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/793527317245882251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2011/05/finger-lickin-good.html' title='Finger lickin&apos; good.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_LvNyNlLNw/Tc4m4krtYII/AAAAAAAAAOY/mJItp-N5w7g/s72-c/Store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-8495280169670729510</id><published>2011-04-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:44:36.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got this from my workmate yesterday when I came to work and felt like this one's inspiring. Just read it your own and feel how I felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A Story of Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated from Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;This is a powerful message in our modern society. We seemed to have lost our bearing &amp;amp; our sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.&lt;br /&gt;He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.&lt;br /&gt;The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academicachievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.&lt;br /&gt;The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*&lt;br /&gt;The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.&lt;br /&gt;The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.&lt;br /&gt;The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"&lt;br /&gt;The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'&lt;br /&gt;The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever hewanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*&lt;br /&gt;You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's life...&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/5613424136712318431-8495280169670729510?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/8495280169670729510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=8495280169670729510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8495280169670729510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8495280169670729510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-appreciation.html' title='A Story of Appreciation'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3025688431043970819</id><published>2011-04-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:37:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am at work and heard one of my colleagues threw up a lyric of Tabing Ilog and I was like… life is just like a river. It maybe long or short but it will always end somewhere. There are kinds of it that offers thrill, fun, adventure, happiness, tranquility, vague, rage and sorrow. It is up for people on how they’re gonna travel it, if they will just swim in it or ride a sport boat. Whew! I wonder how I would consider my "travel" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I always think of death. It’s been days that it troubles (awakens me during doze off hours, makes me stare at nowhere and tells me to write something about it here) me. Gee, maybe I am just afraid of losing everything when I die… my family, friends, workmates and my facebook account. lol. One more thing, two of my workmates’ relative just died so it really pisses me off that all the stuff about death is a sort of knocking on my doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am at work at the moment and my Boss just passed by my desk. Good thing she didn’t see what I am writing. Haha. That’s gonna another sort of death for me… I would end up saying goodbye to my work if she did see me!&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/5613424136712318431-3025688431043970819?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3025688431043970819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3025688431043970819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3025688431043970819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3025688431043970819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2011/04/death.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3868839625961101405</id><published>2010-02-16T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:36:55.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Wives</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rich King who had 4 wives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day&lt;br /&gt;she would leave him for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, "I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good!&lt;br /&gt;When you die, I'm going to remarry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me.  When I die, will you follow me&lt;br /&gt;and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny,&lt;br /&gt;she suffered from malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;When we die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our 1st wife is our Soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guidance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego.&lt;br /&gt;However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now!&lt;br /&gt;It is your greatest gift to offer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it Shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-3868839625961101405?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3868839625961101405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3868839625961101405' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3868839625961101405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3868839625961101405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-wives.html' title='The Four Wives'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1102687314608198669</id><published>2010-01-27T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:45:24.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we missing something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://f596.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11004%5fAMoMDUwAAB%2fBS1ePrgG8KGZnW4I&amp;amp;pid=3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Letter Gothic;font-size:6;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something To Think About. . . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes later:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CG Omega;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264642881_0"&gt;Joshua Bell&lt;/span&gt;, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264642881_1"&gt;Joshua Bell&lt;/span&gt; sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264642881_2"&gt;metro station&lt;/span&gt; was organized by the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264642881_3"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/span&gt; as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions raised: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default MultiLingual;font-size:180%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default MultiLingual;font-size:6;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do we stop to appreciate it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default MultiLingual;font-size:7;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do we recognize talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default MultiLingual;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default MultiLingual;font-size:7;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in an unexpected context?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff5fff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff5fff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many other things are we missing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1102687314608198669?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1102687314608198669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1102687314608198669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1102687314608198669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1102687314608198669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-we-missing-something.html' title='Are we missing something?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7503609633992296550</id><published>2010-01-16T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:07:16.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dc/cc</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three steps to take to protect your account data from getting into the wrong   hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether by choice or necessity, American consumers are increasingly relying on debit rather than credit cards. Debit card spending has risen steadily, growing from 47.7 percent of purchases made with plastic in 2003 to 58.9 percent in 2008 and it is expected to surpass 67 percent by 2013, according to the Nilson Report, a newsletter that tracks the consumer payment industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you use a debit card, the money is immediately taken from your checking account. While using debit guarantees that you pay as you go, these cards have downsides, including a growing appeal to thieves. "As economic conditions have worsened, there's been a noticeable increase in all types of card fraud," says Avivah Litan, an analyst specializing in fraud detection and prevention at Gartner Research in Stamford, Conn. "But ATM and debit-card fraud is the top area of concern we're hearing about from banks all over the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unlike credit-card thieves, who usually charge merchandise and then resell it to come up with money, people who create counterfeit ATM or debit cards by stealing your PIN and other account data can simply pull cold cash from your bank account. Using a technique known as skimming, they set up equipment that captures magnetic stripe and keypad information when you input your PIN at ATM machines, gas pumps, restaurants, or retailers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's how you can protect yourself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Type in Your Pin at the Pump&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be especially vigilant at gas stations, Litan says. "Gas pumps are notorious for skimming because they're produced by only a couple of different manufacturers, and if someone gets the key to one from a disgruntled employee, they can insert a skimming device inside the pump where it can't be seen," she says. She recommends using a credit card rather than a debit card when you fill your tank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you must use a debit card at the gas pump, choose the screen prompt that identifies it as a credit card so that you do not have to type in your PIN. The purchase amount will still be deducted from your bank account, but it will be processed through a credit-card network, which will give you greater protection from liability if fraud does occur. This is because card issuers typically have "zero liability" policies for both debit and credit cards, but sometimes exclude PIN-based transactions from that protection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stick With ATMs Located at Banks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To reduce your risk at ATMs, use machines at banks rather than in convenience stores, airports, or any isolated locations, advises Darrin Blackford, a spokesman for the U.S. Secret Service, which investigates financial crimes involving interstate commerce. "A thief has to be able to attach and retrieve a skimming device to use the data it's gathered," he says. "And that's more likely to happen in nonbank settings where there's less traffic and no surveillance cameras."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That doesn't mean that bank ATMs are immune, however. In August 2008, Wachovia Bank reported that several debit-card "identities" were stolen when a skimming device was placed on an ATM at a branch in Cape Coral, Fla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's often hard to spot skimmers," Blackford says. "But if you notice a change at an ATM you use routinely, such as a color difference in the card reader or a gap where something appears to be glued onto the slot where you insert your card, that's a warning sign you'd want to report to the bank that owns the machine."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closely Monitor Your Bank Accounts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check them regularly—preferably online rather than waiting for monthly statements to arrive in the mail. Federal law limits your liability for fraudulent debit-card charges to $50, but only if you report the theft or loss of your card or PIN within two business days of discovering the problem. If you fail to report unauthorized charges within 60 days of the date the statement listing those charges was mailed, you could be liable for any unauthorized withdrawals afterward, including the full value of credit lines or savings accounts linked to your account for overdraft protection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visa and MasterCard have zero liability policies that go beyond federal law by exempting debit cardholders from liability in most circumstances when a bank investigation confirms that a transaction is fraudulent. But dealing with debit-card fraud can have a greater impact on your finances than credit-card fraud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're a victim of unauthorized charges on a credit card, you won't be out any money while the disputed charges are being investigated. But when a thief steals money from your bank account using a counterfeit debit or ATM card, that cash won't be restored to your account until the bank conducts its investigation and classifies it as a case of fraud. Some victims of debit-card skimming scams who have contacted the Privacy Rights Clearinghouse, a nonprofit consumer advocacy group, about their experiences report that while banks in most cases replenished the stolen funds, some of them had no access to the money for several weeks while bank investigations were conducted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consumer Reports has no relationship with any advertisers on Yahoo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copyrighted 2009, Consumers Union of U.S., Inc. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7503609633992296550?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7503609633992296550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7503609633992296550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7503609633992296550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7503609633992296550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2010/01/dccc.html' title='dc/cc'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-6622501673999500878</id><published>2010-01-01T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:51:30.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need more income...</title><content type='html'>I am earning per month. I am not that contented with what I get cuz I always end up borrowing some money from my friend. I need to save more cuz by June I'll be studying again. I wondered how I could get additional pennies and decided to surf the internet longing for anything that would suffice my need. I logged in to my Facebook account and noticed that I got a message from Kuya Adi asking for a favor to view his site at blogger.com. I was kinda curious by that time and realized that God answered my question instantly! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of the message is to let me click to in text advertisements embelished to his blog. I have this idea before about the "click-to-earn" stuff over the internet but I consider it as a scam before. But I guess it is not since Kuya Adi tried it himself. (I have  trust to him you know... :] ) What I did is to google some websites similar to Kuya Adi's integration link. I end up reading infolink.com's offer. You'll get paid for every click from your blog's visitor! Isn't it cool? You're not making a lot of effort but you are having revenue. Now I have another reason to blog, aside from it lessens stress out of me but it adds money to my savings! I'll make sure that blogging will be my habit everyday!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know yet if how I'll get my earnings. I have a PayPal account and according to the integration site they'll automatically send it to my debit card thru PayPal. I hope this will work. I'll exert more time to blogging since this will be my side line ( "side line" --  Filipinos mean it as another source of income). TO MY VISITORS: please click on those green or yellow colored texts. It'll help me for sure! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-6622501673999500878?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/6622501673999500878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=6622501673999500878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6622501673999500878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6622501673999500878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-more-income.html' title='i need more income...'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-381293119865401007</id><published>2009-11-25T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:16:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on acceptance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv1160558631"&gt;&lt;table class="" id="bodyDrftID" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="drftMsgContent"&gt;I never treat my life as bitter. I describe it as fun and jolly. But let me just express out how I feel today cuz of something that made me feel sad. I really wanted to have someone to talk to. Thanks to a friend of mine where she consoles me when she noticed that sad look in my eyes.(pano kaya nila napapansin?may slogan ba na nakasulat sa mata na malungkot ka pag nakikipag-usap  sa kanila?I find 't weird cuz I paint my face with a smile but there she goes...noticed the bitterness I am feeling)Moving forward, I know you're clueless bout what I am saying and let me just talk to this pc now to ease some pain in deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with few questions here:&lt;br /&gt;1.] Sino may alam diyan na psych?baliw na kasi ako...&lt;br /&gt;2.] Pano ba makipag-usap sa multo?&lt;br /&gt;3.] Kung bibigyan kang pagkakataon...makikipag-usap ka ba sa multo?&lt;br /&gt;4.] How would you stay positive if all things that you think are in contrast with what you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;5.] Kung magpapakamatay ba ako may mapapala ako?(alam ko wala..pero what if?)&lt;br /&gt;6.] Pano ka matutulog kung hindi ka pinapatulog ng isip mo?&lt;br /&gt;7.] Pano mo paglalabanan ang hirap o pighati na nadarama ng iyong puso kung hindi mo maramdaman na may puso ka?&lt;br /&gt;8.] Nawawala ba ang puso?&lt;br /&gt;9.] Kung mawala ang puso mo saglit,hahanapin mo ba 'to?&lt;br /&gt;10.]Sabi nila naririnig daw ni Lord lahat ng prayers ng sansinukob...malapit na kaya para i-entertain niya mga hiling ko?&lt;br /&gt;11.]Pano ko malalaman na malapit na niyang sagutin mga hiling ko? Naku! Unfair kasi walang notification kung accepted o rejected ang mga f-in-ile mong request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the answers to those questions.I'm just so damn confused about it.It feels so bad when you need someone and she's out of reach. It hurts so much when you miss someone and you'll never ever get the chance to talk to her. It hurts when you know that the person that you owe your life from will never have the chance to feel your embrace. It hurts so much when you miss those arms that helds you in times of sorrow. It's freakin difficult to accept that no matter how you stay positive over things you still end up having tears cuz you are aware that you can not be with her anymore. It aches deep inside how you long for someone and have that fact that she'll not come back. It really hurts when you miss every lil thing about her and cant do anything about cuz you are bound to accept the truth. It really hurts! Damn! Happy Birthday!:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-381293119865401007?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/381293119865401007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=381293119865401007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/381293119865401007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/381293119865401007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-acceptance.html' title='on acceptance...'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-8993002142292378269</id><published>2009-11-19T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:29:53.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin too busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never got a life that's too busy as it is now. I used to waste my time before on silly things like roamin' around the mall, 5-hours-internet-surfing, sleeping, goin to school to meet attendance requirements and basically fooling around. I never value time coz I live life to the fullest. I live life as it is. I live to have fun and to satisfy myself with the things that I love to do. I live the way I wanted without people mandating me on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my parents are strict and keeps telling me to do things appropriately, I don't follow them (well, if I think that it's not worth to be followed) and just do what I think. I don't believe in "&lt;i&gt;baka pagsisihan ko sa huli ang mga ginagawa ko&lt;/i&gt;"... well, I don't make things that I would end up blaming myself of its cons. I know that everything I do is in accordance with I feel, think and perceive... (wait wait..perceive?does it include the way I feel?hmm..) I know that everything that I do is right and if it's not (for others...) well I do not blame myself for it cuz on the first place I'm the one who commit it. I just add’t as one learning tool that so that I'll not do ’t again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? Yes, I live to the fullest still but I get too busy that I don't see myself doing things that I'm used to before. I don't know. My life now is busy-boring-robotic. Busy cuz I need to do well with my work and have to attain good evaluations. Even if I'm off from school, it feels like I'm still studying (double the research or assignment stuff in school) cuz I need to know every little thing about what I'm telling to those (BULL****) customers. In that way I'll not mislead them. Boring cuz I'm bound too do what alters my principle. I need to be kind to them and follow every little policy that is written and is governed by their LAW. I can't exercise my own belief. Good thing is I can address what I truly feel the way I stare at them (&lt;i&gt;makuha ka sa tingin…haha&lt;/i&gt;!)—and that in some way makes me feel good. Robotic may mean I do same thing that I do every other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the good side is I know how to be more independent &lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;( pakipansin ang quantifier na ginamit ko dito…which means I’m independent before!hehe&lt;/i&gt;). I no more rely on my sibs and parents. I live alone and it feels good cuz whatever happens I need to resolve‘t by my own. I don’t know if it’s fine cuz I miss them at times. But I look at it in an encouraging way… they say if you’ll look every thing in its good side, you’ll not feel awful. Well, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-8993002142292378269?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/8993002142292378269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=8993002142292378269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8993002142292378269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8993002142292378269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/11/gettin-too-busy.html' title='gettin too busy'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4077817574878736800</id><published>2009-11-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:00:16.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-post for modification...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="headline"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="primeColor"&gt;Why Do We Fall in Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline shim5" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Amy Bowles Reyer, Ph.D.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- font toggle --&gt;&lt;div class="margin10" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;div id="textToSmall" onmouseover="this.style.cursor = 'hand';" onclick="changeFont('bodyCopy','standardText','textToLarge','block');"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="textToLarge" onmouseover="this.style.cursor = 'hand';" style="MARGIN-TOP: -15px" onclick="changeFont('bodyCopy','largeText','textToLarge','none');"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- article [ text ] --&gt;&lt;div id="bodyCopy" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is better to have loft and lost than to never have loft at all." — Groucho Marx&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;Falling in love is a magical experience that happens between two people. So why do people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- q n a --&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;What motivates people to seek out love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Our primary motivation as human beings is to expand the self and to increase our abilities and our effectiveness. One of the ways we accomplish this is through our relationships with other people. We have learned in our research that it is important to feel that you have the ability to be an effective person, especially in our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;How does this theory of self-expansion explain the process of falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Usually, we fall in love with a person that we find attractive and appropriate for us, but also someone who demonstrates that they are attracted to us. This creates a situation where a great opportunity is open to us for self-expansion. The fact that they are attracted to us offers a significant opportunity — when we perceive this, we feel a surge of exhilaration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Does it always work this way?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No, an interesting exception to this occurs if we feel badly about ourselves. The process gets thrown off if we can't believe that another persons finds us attractive — like the Groucho Marx joke where we don't want to belong to a club that would have us for a member. We tend to miss out on opportunities for falling in love if we don't feel good about ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;What conditions are best for meeting someone and falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When you meet someone under conditions that are highly arousing — a political demonstration, turbulence on a plane, a stimulating performance — a time when the body is stirred up and excited, we tend to experience attraction at a heightened level. This effect is well documented but the explanations for it are very controversial. I tend to believe that we come to associate the arousal of the situation with this person and our own self-expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;When do we fall in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Contrary to what most people think, the statistics show that most people fall in love with someone that they have known for a while. People only report falling in love quickly about 1/3 to 40 percent of the time. Of course, this varies from culture to culture. Falling in love happens differently between cultures but it does occur in most cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;How does our appearance factor into the equation of falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is interesting; we have found that if you are very unattractive, it can hurt you a lot in forming romantic relationships. However, being attractive doesn't help that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: arial" align="left" width="268" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;How do you explain that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="primeColor" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We have found that two important characteristics, kindness and intelligence, are extremely important in the process of falling in love. And attractiveness is not connected to these things. These two attributes are things that people learn about someone from knowing them over time. Intelligence is important in all aspects of life, especially in love. But kindness is the strongest indicator for a successful long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q:Why do we need to fall in love if we just end up crying?&lt;br /&gt;A:(answer ain't yet known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I end this up without an answer to the question above way back in March. Now, I can face 't. Sometimes, we just need to feel the aches and pain of having it coz we are trying to be mature. We long for someone we think that would make us the happiest and most contented person in the world just to have them. But ironically, we need to suffer.&lt;/span&gt; We need to feel the hurts of expecting for something (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that now I learned we shouldnt!&lt;/span&gt;) and have it healed through time and have this realization that not all that we see can be heard...not all that we feel may be spoken...not all fragrances could be touched. Well, moral of the story is: some time in our lives we need to be crazy and dumb for that one crap and after just continue living. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ayun. Minsan nga lang talaga kelangang magpakatanga ka para alam mo kung pano magpapakatalino sa iisang bagay na 'yun pagkatapos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;agos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tumatagos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tatagos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUMAGOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now, I am certain that I'm now over with the past tense of the feeling I had whem I lost someone. Yipee! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/5613424136712318431-4077817574878736800?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4077817574878736800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4077817574878736800' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4077817574878736800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4077817574878736800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-post-for-modification.html' title='re-post for modification...'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3896424353397917575</id><published>2009-11-07T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:16:21.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about it?</title><content type='html'>I never loved reading books until I learned how it takes to a person to be great.I'm not saying I'm great coz I read but I feel great whenever I read books.There are lotta reasons how it makes me feel great. That's  basically made me hooked up from having those leaves of books be at my side always. I never mind what's the title or who's the author but I'm up to how it brings impact to my life. I just find myself thinking of the scenes(if there are) of the stories from novels that I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read "Orosa-Nakpil:Malate" a week ago and until now I still have those reactions(violent or crucial) for the setting,plot and specially the characters of the novel. It's a filipino novel that my nuna Sarah let me borrow. It's all about HIV-AIDS and a story of a giga-sexual. How he found true love despite of having confusions about his personality. I love the way the author wrote it coz he made me feel sad,happy,mad and fell in love to the book itself. I don't know if it's because of the story or how the story makes similarity to my life. I see myself to one of the characters on that novel....and I think that's the main reason why I did not sleep over night just to finish reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read that novel, you will see myself as "Angelo". One who's a martyr lover. One who'll give up everything just to show my love and affection to a person(whew!we're becoming serious here..hehe).I don't know if you'll understand me(well, I don't care if you do, I have here this freedom of sayin what I feel now..alas to you!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-3896424353397917575?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3896424353397917575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3896424353397917575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3896424353397917575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3896424353397917575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-about-it.html' title='what about it?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5575059916399665656</id><published>2009-10-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:04:22.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got these from facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DORAEMON QUOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;MINE:Ang talagang makakapagpasaya sa atin ay yung taong naging dahilan kung bakit tayo nalungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM JELI:&lt;br /&gt;Nobita: Doraemon, meron ka ba diyang gamit yung mapapasagot ko agad si Shizuka? &lt;br /&gt;Doraemon: Meron. &lt;br /&gt;Nobita: Ah pahiram ako! &lt;br /&gt;Doraemon:&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Ayoko nga! &lt;br /&gt;Nobita: Ang damot mo! Bakit naman?! &lt;br /&gt;Doraemon: Kung tunay kang nagmamahal, hihintayin mo sya kahit gaano pa katagal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SocialInterview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Nat:&lt;br /&gt;SocialInterview.com asked me: "If you had to invent a new nickname for Mark Joseph Rendon, what would it be?" I answered: "squeertykoy...kz nman mahilig xa sa math kaya from the word squareroot hahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jelipers:&lt;br /&gt;SocialInterview.com asked me "What will Mark Joseph Rendon be doing in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I answered: "ayun...di ko alam. haha. pero maganda future neto.. kasing ganda ko.. harhar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Status Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes,we expect on something that we think that will certainly happen.and it hurts so much when the thing that you expected didn't go through.damn feeling.i hate 't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Which career style best fits you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1407743729&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mark Joseph Rendon&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;haha/mediator..nice...i cant find reasons why im on the floor taking calls and this stuff tries to put a tick on my mind that i should pursue my plans of going back(to study)..well...there will be a right time to go back.**winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px; height: 164px;" src="http://platform.ak.fbcdn.net/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=82169859897&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=d7180f40b77e6abfd7e17c433954c033&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fhttp.cdnlayer.com%2Ffpcdn%2F1mfjq0l3rp2g9j6wxb26nc768.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Joseph took the &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=82169859897&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=2663b5e295ebf98effeb95e477ba4293&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Which Career Style Fits you Best?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/which_job_style_f/Quiz/Index?refUserID=1407743729" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=82169859897&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=2663b5e295ebf98effeb95e477ba4293&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Mediator&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;You know the rules and you know right and wrong. Still, everything is grey and you know how to work within the fuzzy lines. You are the mediator, and though you te&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;nd to close issues as quickly as possible, you're more than willing to fight for your side if you need to.  Careers of this style: Lawyers, Judges, Mediators, Arbitration, Brokers, Negotiators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:I really find these things sorta funny. That's why I wanna share 't with you guys. I'm trying to put up a good story here but I don't why it does not come out.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nagdadahilan...:/&lt;/span&gt;) Hope you'll just enjoy reading these stuff and try to comment back. It's Monday again...busy day for most of us.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;naku!ba't ba ang baho dito sa net shop na napuntahan ko!&lt;/span&gt;)I need to go. I have a lotta things to do!(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hiding  the FACT na kelangan ko na ng oxygen para makahinga!ang bahoooooo!&lt;/span&gt;)xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-5575059916399665656?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5575059916399665656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5575059916399665656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5575059916399665656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5575059916399665656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-these-from-facebook.html' title='i got these from facebook'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7060277965125419990</id><published>2009-10-23T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:54:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in 2009</title><content type='html'>I got this post and just wanna share to you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://batanghenyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-2009.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7060277965125419990?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7060277965125419990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7060277965125419990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7060277965125419990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7060277965125419990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-2009.html' title='Living in 2009'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-2541435238335843219</id><published>2009-10-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:12:48.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my everyday @ a call center</title><content type='html'>I'm just 19 years young.(yes it's true..I'm telling you the WHOLE truth:).I'm supposedly finishing my degree but certain things happened so I'm a sort of having some adventures first here in Manila and would probably go back to continue studying.It'll be my 2nd month on the 21st in a call center here in Makati City and I find it really challenging but I'm having fun.I used to talk to different people(creatures I prefer!hehe) over the phone who pays for their bills,disputes abouts unexpected charges on their account,add and remove services,restore suspended accounts and the most I enjoy is to know how they live and compare on how we are here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call where she's asking for my surname.I told her my last name.And she asked me where is she calling from, I answered that she's calling in from the Philippines.And suddenly she told me that I steal her job.I don't feel harrased or embarrased but if you'll gonna hear a word "steal"?hell...But I was so patient that time and I said to her that I am not stealing anything from her.And it came to my brain(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes I have!;0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) that yes,unconsciously,I stole her job.She used to work with the company that I am working with right now.And I know how it feels like being laid off from work and having difficulties on where to get income for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the feeling that I have a job right now but somehow I pity those who were laid off from their job in the U.S. coz their havin a hard time looking for sort of living and ways of generating income.She said,"&lt;em&gt;I don't know why those companies from the US bring their business here in the Philippines where in fact the people living here(&lt;/em&gt;sa U.S.)&lt;em&gt; needs job."&lt;/em&gt;I am ready to answer that: it's because they feel the difficulties giving the salary to them since it's dollars there.But it didn't voice out from my mouth.I just told her that if she'll be in my situation and she was offered with a job,would she not get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy coz somehow I touch different lives of people.In so many cases that I influence the way they think.I don't know if we think the same but as far as my mind set is concerned,I think I really leave an impact, if not,'something' to them. I talk to them not just product wise but as well as comment on the way they live and the way their lives run. Sometimes I can't help but to let a certain call exceeds my average handling time coz of certain things like I ask them if there's anything else that I can do for them or sometimes tell them that I am so glad that I talked to them&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.**winks**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was supposed to post the ~'a call center geek"must have"~ but as I checked on it here,it was gone. I remember that I saved it as a draft but unfortunately the only word left was "tumbler".Anyway,I'll try to finish it some other time and let you read it. But for now, let me just give you how my life runs everyday(every night!)ahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-2541435238335843219?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/2541435238335843219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=2541435238335843219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/2541435238335843219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/2541435238335843219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-everyday-call-center.html' title='my everyday @ a call center'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-6716618792524269976</id><published>2009-10-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:34:30.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ABANGAN:&lt;/strong&gt;next blog post 'ko entitled:"call center geek 'must have'&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-6716618792524269976?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/6716618792524269976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=6716618792524269976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6716618792524269976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6716618792524269976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1753565064630147098</id><published>2009-10-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:58:38.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>Well...as i read the book little prince yesterday, i came to realize one thing(well,it's on my mind prior to the date that i was reading the book)--that "What ia essential is invisible to the eye".I came up to be a grown-up since I was able to talk to older people.But I regret that I turned into a grown up having little great things in my mind(well,you might be confused,there's no such a GREAt little thing in this world--but now it has).I consider myself as a grown up coz I use to think as mature as grown up people.But still, look at me--still havin' that childish acts and insights in my words and acts.Well,let me just tell you pointers why now I consider myself as that little prince by Exuspery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a drunkard.Well,I used to drink.But drinking has nothing to do with this stuff.It just shows how people intend to forget things that they wanted to forget.By the meaning,it means somehow we want hurts to be out of our mind.We want bad things not to be part of our system.I'm like that too.I use to laugh...I use to smile..I use to show people how funny how I am...I use to let them know that it's cheerful in the outside but hurting in the inside.Well?It's natural that sometimes we just wanted to hide our emotions in a glass and throw it somewhere else where no one can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a monarch.Well,basically a monarch does all the orders of the world.He has this capability to move everything through his words.I love the character of the monarch coz he seems to be fair to everyone in his world.He does not pass orders which aren't possible.He depends on what 'reality' means.Like he can't order a sun to set if it's daylight and he can't mandate to make money out of leaves.Something like that.Well,I'm a bit of like this monarch...I used to set things which I can reach.I don't put up goals which are untouchable.I mean those which aren't possible for me to achieve.Well,I have those lone term goals but as of the moment, I focus myself on the things which are happening--the present time.One said you should not be bothered by the past nor be conscious for the future...what matters most is how you deal with your present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not conceited.I don't why I included the "conceited" here..well,I just wanted you to realize how we become conceited at times.hehe.I don't consider myself as a conceited person,where in fact there are conceited pips around me.Those are the person who think they are the best of the bests, the richest of the rich, the handsomest of the handsome, and all the adjective in superlative form that they're brain could think of.**I don't really have time to exaggerate ideas here**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower.This has nothing to do with being feminine,well I consider myself as a flower coz of the word "friend".A flower is basically a flower...with petals,leaves,roots and other parts of a plant that a flower could've.But what makes it important?The way we tame it.It's like a friend coz at the beginning we can consider a flower as a single flower(let's use rose as an example).A rose will be the same as thise roses that we see. It's just that when we learn to water or plant a specific rose we became used to it.That rose became unique from the other flowers around.Same way with having a friend,at first we consider a friend as a single person--one of the people around the world.But as we learn how to talk with a friend,that person became unique.And eventually we started to have feelings of importance to him/her.And a time will come that we wanted to be always beside them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1753565064630147098?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1753565064630147098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1753565064630147098' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1753565064630147098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1753565064630147098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='a little bit of everything'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-8665921540279095378</id><published>2009-09-28T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:08:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reming strikes again!</title><content type='html'>My fellow bicolanos may understand the way I state my post's title. I remembered the tragic scene brought by Reming way back November 2008 through Ondoy. I know it has nothing to do with my life coz I'm not affected by it but as I see the damages caused by Ondoy, a flash back of Reming reminded me of how difficult it was being in a situation where you are struggling for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, overflowing water,mud,recked houses,separated households,and worst is -- lives taken away from people. We can't blame anyone for this tragic phenomena. It's nature. This just reminds us to save mother nature from depreciating. I may sound like an advocate here but it's true, let's try to save nature from being worst. I mean, we should let ourselves be the reason of stuff like flood,heavy rains, global warming,etc. If we will not make way to save it it will always be US who'll suffer the consequences. It is always us who will receive the dilemma once nature head back its revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had that side comment coz I an't really imagine how people from other part of Manila and other provinces suffer from Ondoy's force. While I am safe and sound, sleeping the whole weekend, folks were trying to save their way of living, their houses and most specially their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you that I created this post 2 days -- 092809 &amp;amp; today 092909. I became lazy finishing this post yesterday coz of some reasons that I need to get off from using PC. Sometimes I'm like that -uhuh?not just sometimes,all the time-trying to leave things hanging. Anyway, atleast I somewhat changed coz I was able to finish this post.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-8665921540279095378?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/8665921540279095378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=8665921540279095378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8665921540279095378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8665921540279095378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/09/reming-strikes-again.html' title='reming strikes again!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7874335474658494054</id><published>2009-09-27T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:00:47.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why would i blog again?</title><content type='html'>I just decided a minute ago to post a topic again to this blog. I tried not to and I stopped before but now here I go again. One major reason is jub's blog, I dont know why but as I read those posts from poot I come to realize that its not good to blame a blog posts to ruin a plan. I don't know. When I had my biggest down fall way back June2009, I blame this stupid blog. If only this blog has history system on it, you may find out the reason but alas for coz it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working now in a call center. Some people say its good coz I earn more than a public employee could get. But for me? It's toxic. I just enjoy the feeling of having the job that other person is aiming, is wishing, to have and ofcourse the "bucks" that I get from it. I enjoy it but I always come to think that this is not what I dreamed. This is not what I longed or wished to have. This is not where should I be working at. This sucks and I get rid of those bull**** customers that are calling and calling you ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to dissapoin you about the call center field. But its true. It's just a matter of having the courage to go to work every night and wearing those gadgets and converse with people you don't even know. But honestly speaking, I am enjoying it. I told myself that Ill be good at it. I told myself that I'm here coz I'm way different from other people. I'm here to discover new things that I'm not used to do before. I'm trying to live a more complicated independent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,why would I blog again? It's because blogging is now my bff. I don't have with me my friends. They're miles away. And even if I text or call them every day, I can't still express out what I feel every other day...every other hour or minute.Oh, I'm being too personal with this post. Don't worry, I'll try to post some interesting topics during my spare time.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7874335474658494054?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7874335474658494054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7874335474658494054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7874335474658494054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7874335474658494054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-would-i-blog-again.html' title='why would i blog again?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-214433366517729358</id><published>2009-06-30T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:36:54.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>speaK uP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;How would one understand if the person you talk is impaired! Guys--this is the real LOL. I just can't help it. I can't do anything but LAUGH OUT LOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share you guys on how enunciating will help putting up a good conversation. I got the attention of all the people right herein because of this stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"ENUNCIATE has nothing to do with physical contact..."--joker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2yv8aT0UFc&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/5613424136712318431-214433366517729358?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/214433366517729358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=214433366517729358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/214433366517729358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/214433366517729358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/06/speak-up.html' title='speaK uP!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4989580428245139617</id><published>2009-06-27T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:02:01.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How does it feel having a runny nose(&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;34km/h velocity&lt;/span&gt;) itchy throat?Well, it's a strange feeling having these two. I wanted to let them feel unwelcome but they really stick to me for a week now. I already consulted a genius friend on what-the-hell is happening to my throat and my nose. He advised me to take med but it seems that it gets worst time after time. And exclusively right as this moment as I type this post, I can't help but BARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a computer shop having 19'c aircon on and there are pips right here beside me. I don't want them to suffer so I used a hanky to mask my mouth.(fuck these mosquitoes right here in!blood suckers!go to hell!)God!I already changed my mood -- I am feeling melo dramatic for I have found out that the King of Pop passed away last thursday and all the Filipinos here and abroad are sad about it. I don't feel anything about this stuff, it's just that I can't help but give my opinion 'bout him everytime my friends talk about "hollywood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my real topic, I am thankful because atleast these *ucking cough and runny nose gave me some advantage. It keeps me away from cigars. Well, I decided not to puff for it might worsen what I am suffering right now. Anyway, I'll just use it the very time I got healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-4989580428245139617?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4989580428245139617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4989580428245139617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4989580428245139617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4989580428245139617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/06/caf.html' title='caf'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5006499290592453291</id><published>2009-06-14T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:51:49.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I enrolled in a Call-Center Training course last summer for me to have some part time job "income" this school year. I learned a lot from it, from the basic things you should be familiar about the Call Center Business to the add-on(s) of the training. I was able to have the American accent and I was reviewed by my past lessons way back in HS like subject-verb agreement and putting up a good communication with another person. Not only that, the training let me experience my very first job interview. Dave(my mentor) gave us tips on how to answer those trap questions in an interview and so I became confident in facing the three interviewers. They are from Gen Pact Philippines - one of the fastest growing call centers in the country situated in Alabang, Muntinlupa City. To recap the interview I had, here's the Q&amp;amp;A of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mark, you are a BS Mathematics student. What are the things you are to teach to your students after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;A.I'll be focusing on Math genres like Algebra, Calculus and other Math related subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you have any hobby? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;A.I don't prefer physical activities, I do blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;3. What do you usually blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A.Anything under the sun. Like things that I just recently do and things that I can not express verbally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;--that ends the very easy initial interview--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Here's the final one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;1.If you were given the chance to be with a famous person, who would that be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A.If I would be given the chance to be with a famous person, that would be Barack Obama. I would have the opportunity to ask him what are his principles and ways on governing a popular and rich state like USA. I would have the chance to ask him  how does it feel being the first black president of one of the richest nation around. In that way, I can tell it to our own president in order for her to get some hint on how to be a good, if not, better president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I forgot the other two but I promise to quote it on my next post. &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/5613424136712318431-5006499290592453291?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5006499290592453291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5006499290592453291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5006499290592453291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5006499290592453291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-ever-job-interview.html' title='My First Ever Job Interview'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-8092539906540891376</id><published>2009-06-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:02:24.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's so hard to accept that someone has gone. Especially when you used to be with her and you used to feel her presence upon waking up until closing your eyes to sleep. We can not deny that everything will come to its end. It is just that it's so hard to think that those you treasure most will soon disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being too sentimental. I'm not used to it but give me this precious moment to thank my mom. Maybe it's too late--yes it is. That is why I let you know how it feels missing someone who will not come back forever. It has been a year now but I feel like it's just yesterday when she left us. I still remember how she talk, laugh, smile, whistle, walk... everything about her. I remembered one scene that I told her that I will be the one to nurse her when she gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could turn back time. I just wish I could really turn the arms of the clock. If only I could... Do you want to know how I feel? I feel like my nerves will burst out. I feel teary and I want to scream. I want to scream how painful it is being alone and having no one to talk to during times of confusion. I miss you Nay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-8092539906540891376?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/8092539906540891376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=8092539906540891376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8092539906540891376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/8092539906540891376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/06/past.html' title='past'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3984411860974861087</id><published>2009-05-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:59:24.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think he knows me. I just don't know if he likes, he'll like and he LIKED me. :) I became too curious on how he stare and on how I feel the time our eyes met up 180 degrees. I feel something that is 'super natural' among us. That's why I need to know  how will that 'unnatural' thing will work after I sent an add request for him on friendster. I know you're too curious also on who's I am talking about. Well, to give you some hint-- here's his pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SiC8VEKqoxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HCr7EekCjM4/s1600-h/1_806429364l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SiC8VEKqoxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HCr7EekCjM4/s320/1_806429364l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341476228143162130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) I just wish I have the courage to talk to him. I know I'll have the confidence soon. I started yesterday taking pieces of KM capsule. Wah!&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/5613424136712318431-3984411860974861087?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3984411860974861087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3984411860974861087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3984411860974861087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3984411860974861087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/05/him.html' title='him'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SiC8VEKqoxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HCr7EekCjM4/s72-c/1_806429364l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3334742738269127794</id><published>2009-05-26T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:57:39.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/Shxzv3wPenI/AAAAAAAAANg/HhgrV_oDN5w/s1600-h/Copy+of+Alone_Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/Shxzv3wPenI/AAAAAAAAANg/HhgrV_oDN5w/s320/Copy+of+Alone_Boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340270524411902578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever people say that LIFE is worst for them... well-- it's really worst(for 'em). Seldom that I see people who can handle conflicts really well. And I would have been counted as ONE before but now I can say that I really changed. One, because I can stand on my decisions. Two, for I don't blame other people for mistakes that I commited. Three, because I learn from my mistakes and that shapes out a better person in me. I dunno if this is really what they call maturity but I guess it's a part of this "growing up" stuff.  Now I know that I'll be able to overcome conflicts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-3334742738269127794?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3334742738269127794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3334742738269127794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3334742738269127794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3334742738269127794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/05/changed.html' title='Changed...'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/Shxzv3wPenI/AAAAAAAAANg/HhgrV_oDN5w/s72-c/Copy+of+Alone_Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3736278168069591456</id><published>2009-05-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:36:33.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Fast Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 342px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what I got from 10-fast-fingers.com a while ago. To be named as a good encoder... you should've atleast typed forty words a minute. Well, I have achieved my goal.*winks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really an edge for those who are'nt know or not good in typing. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-3736278168069591456?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3736278168069591456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3736278168069591456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3736278168069591456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3736278168069591456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/05/ten-fast-fingers.html' title='Ten Fast Fingers'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7861811577343249751</id><published>2009-03-20T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:50:09.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesiest Love Quotes Ever!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="cheernegrillo" author_possessive="cheernegrillo's"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Isipin mo na lang, parehas tayong umiyak, parehas tayong nasaktan, at parehas tayong nahirapan. pero bakit ganon? sa huli, sino lang yung natira? ako lang di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kung mahal mo raw, ipaglaban mo. totoo ba yon? paano kung hindi ka niya mahal? anong ipaglalaban mo? isang pag-ibig na ikaw lang ang nakakadama? mahirap yata yon ah!!! kaya mo ba? pero pag mahal mo talaga, kakayanin mo di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sana pag nakita mo na yung taong mahal mo, huwag kang magpakatanga, wag kang magpakamartir, wag kang magpakagago...ayokong makitang nahihirapan ka...tignan mo nangyari sa akin nung minahal kita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Paano mo malalaman kung mahal ka niya? Simple lang....tumalon ka tapos sigaw mong mahal mo siya, pero kung di ka niya sasaluhin, wag kang mag-alala, ano ba'ng silbi ko? di ba tagasalo pag wala siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sana akin ka para di ka iiyak. sana akin ka para di ka na masasaktan. sana akin ka para di ka na aasa pa. ngunit ang talagang nais ko'y Sana ako siya na minahal mo ng sobra sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Minsan ang layo ng tingin mo. Sino ba'ng hinahanap mo? yun tao bang magmamahal sayo? yan ang hirap sayo eh! ang layo lagi ng tingin mo, ang tagal ko na dito...di ba pwedeng sa kin ka naman tumingin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Iniwan kita di dahil ayoko na sayo. tinalikuran kita di dahil galit ako sayo, lumayo ako di dahil ayaw na kitang makita, umalis lang ako kasi ayaw ko nang umiyak habang nakikita kang masaya...sa piling niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mahirap umasa sa wala. Mahirap magmahal sa taong may ibang mahal. Mahirap ipagtanggol ang taong walang paki sa nararamdaman mo...at higit sa lahat, mahirap masaktan ng wala kang karapatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sabi mo di ka nanghihinayang na nawala siya sa'yo...o nagsisisi na iniwan ka niya, sa totoo lang, hindi ako naniniwala, dahil nakatulog ka'ng lumuluha sa tabi ko, habang pabulong kong sinasabi, "ako kaya iiyakan mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kahit gaano kasakit? ok lang mahal kita eh. mas minahal kita nung sinaktan mo ko. ang labo ko rin no? martir ako eh...tanga pa. pero alam mo, marunong din akong masaktan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Masakit maging kaibigan ng taong mahal mo. hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar di ka dapat umasa o di kaya mainis sa kanya....bakit... anong karapatan mo? KAIBIGAN ka lang di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Inisip ko andaya mo, kasi nangako ka di mo ako iiwan, pero minsan iniisip ko kung ano mas madaya… Yung iwan mo ako? O yung pinilit kitang mangako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kahit nasasaktan ang isang tao pinipilit pa rin nya magmahal... BAKIT??? dahil ang puso puwede mong sugatan pero di mo kayang turuan, patuloy itong titibok at patuloy na magmamahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sabi nila totoo daw na nagkakatotoo ang wish sa falling star. siguro, di ko na-try...pero kagabi may nakita akong isa, di ko pinansin, kasi alam ko nandyan ka na...ano pa'ng hahanapin ko?...wala na di ba?&lt;/span&gt;(~here's my favorite quote!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I had a dream, you left me daw, so i cried kse you mean so much to me and i never want to lose you. i felt weird when i woke up because naalala ko, i never had you nga pala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;If someone asks you, “anong pangalan nya?” don’t answer, just say “di ko alam” even if you do. Coz you may become their bridge and someday you’ll say “sana di ko na lang sya pinakilala, ako dapat mahal nya”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Magulo talaga ang mundo pag gusto mo; ayaw sayo; pag gusto ka; ayaw mo; pero ang masakit; gusto mo; gusto ka; pero.... di pwedeng maging kayo...=c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gusto mo ba malaman kung ano ka sa kanya? sorry ha, di ko alam e! pero alam ko kung sno ka sakin, ikaw yung tipong "WaLA LANG"  parang pag na "WaLA" ka sa buhay ko, ikakamatay ko "LANG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sabi nila..pag di ka makatulog may nagiisip sayo,may nagwowori, at sigurado, yung taong yun miss ka nya,ksya pag di ka makatulog,sori ha!! di ko mapigilan e, namiss kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I often wonder why things didn't work for the both of us.. patience?... meron.. time?, meron din...trust of course!.. love? sobra sobra!! pero teka. was it ever the both us o ako lang?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kumatok ka sa puso ko, pinatuloy kita. pero kinuha mo ang susi nito at umalis ka na lang bigla. tanong ko lang, "Babalik ka pa ba?", di na kasi mabuksan ng iba...='c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone needs someone to be with, but often, they try to choose the best...I may not be the best among them, but I promise not to leave you...aalis lang ako pag sinabi mong "_____, di na kita kailangan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;If i were to convert my heart into a room full of my loved one, it will be very crowded. but don't worry, there's still a place for you to stay at the center...i'll shout..."tabi kayo! honey ko dyan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7861811577343249751?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7861811577343249751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7861811577343249751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7861811577343249751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7861811577343249751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheesiest-love-quotes-ever.html' title='Cheesiest Love Quotes Ever!~'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-320188977003513082</id><published>2009-03-17T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:08:42.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="headline"&gt;&lt;span class="primeColor"&gt;Why Do We Fall in Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="byline shim5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Amy Bowles Reyer, Ph.D.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- font toggle --&gt;     &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="margin10"&gt;     &lt;div id="textToSmall" onmouseover="this.style.cursor = 'hand';" onclick="changeFont('bodyCopy','standardText','textToLarge','block');"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div id="textToLarge" style="margin-top: -15px;" onmouseover="this.style.cursor = 'hand';" onclick="changeFont('bodyCopy','largeText','textToLarge','none');"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- article [ text ] --&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="bodyCopy"&gt;    &lt;i&gt;"It is better to have loft and lost than to never have loft at all." — Groucho Marx&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Falling in love is a magical experience that happens between two people. So why do people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;!-- q n a --&gt;                   &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What motivates people to seek out love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Our primary motivation as human beings is to expand the self and to increase our abilities and our effectiveness. One of the ways we accomplish this is through our relationships with other people. We have learned in our research that it is important to feel that you have the ability to be an effective person, especially in our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How does this theory of self-expansion explain the process of falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Usually, we fall in love with a person that we find attractive and appropriate for us, but also someone who demonstrates that they are attracted to us. This creates a situation where a great opportunity is open to us for self-expansion. The fact that they are attracted to us offers a significant opportunity — when we perceive this, we feel a surge of exhilaration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Does it always work this way?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   No, an interesting exception to this occurs if we feel badly about ourselves. The process gets thrown off if we can't believe that another persons finds us attractive — like the Groucho Marx joke where we don't want to belong to a club that would have us for a member. We tend to miss out on opportunities for falling in love if we don't feel good about ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What conditions are best for meeting someone and falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   When you meet someone under conditions that are highly arousing — a political demonstration, turbulence on a plane, a stimulating performance — a time when the body is stirred up and excited, we tend to experience attraction at a heightened level. This effect is well documented but the explanations for it are very controversial. I tend to believe that we come to associate the arousal of the situation with this person and our own self-expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When do we fall in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Contrary to what most people think, the statistics show that most people fall in love with someone that they have known for a while. People only report falling in love quickly about 1/3 to 40 percent of the time. Of course, this varies from culture to culture. Falling in love happens differently between cultures but it does occur in most cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How does our appearance factor into the equation of falling in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   This is interesting; we have found that if you are very unattractive, it can hurt you a lot in forming romantic relationships. However, being attractive doesn't help that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" size="1" width="268" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;                    &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How do you explain that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong style="font-family: arial;" class="primeColor"&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   We have found that two important characteristics, kindness and intelligence, are extremely important in the process of falling in love. And attractiveness is not connected to these things. These two attributes are things that people learn about someone from knowing them over time. Intelligence is important in all aspects of life, especially in love. But kindness is the strongest indicator for a successful long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q:Why do we need to fall in love if we just end up crying?&lt;br /&gt;A:(answer ain't yet known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-320188977003513082?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/320188977003513082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=320188977003513082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/320188977003513082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/320188977003513082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-we-fall-in-love-by-amy-bowles.html' title=''/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-3164105968421675289</id><published>2008-10-22T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:06:29.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Li'l help please..</title><content type='html'>I am now confused on what to take up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOUNTANCY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew..if you have suggestions/comments/or anything you think that might help/ pls pm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-3164105968421675289?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/3164105968421675289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=3164105968421675289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3164105968421675289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/3164105968421675289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-help-please.html' title='A Li&apos;l help please..'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7018571751216232733</id><published>2008-10-09T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:20:45.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Its been a long and winding journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I was actually doing a research from the web(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;my definition about RESEARCH here is copy-paste..haha&lt;/span&gt;). I don't recall the time I started posting in this blog. I don't even know my purpose of putting up a website of my own trough blogger(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to thanks blogger.com for the unraveled support.. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I do enjoy posting (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;) stuffs here that's why. Like this (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;) post. I am trying to come up with a better post but I seem to be not in mood to think about a good topic(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;God did not bless me a critical and artistic mind eh..hehe&lt;/span&gt;). I don't have anything to write really... I am bored with what I am doing. It seems that I am just wasting time and effort here... uh? TIME? What a good topic...nah? TIME? what would I write about? Time is gold? Oldie. Time is important? too bold. Time should be used wisely..? Too practical. Oh oh... I thought of a very very nice topic. And this is: I AM RUNNING OUT OF TIME. Bye! Till then..hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7018571751216232733?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7018571751216232733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7018571751216232733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7018571751216232733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7018571751216232733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-long-and-winding-journey.html' title='Its been a long and winding journey!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7197017324552204268</id><published>2008-09-03T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:14:42.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Woah!</title><content type='html'>I don't have something to write today(I just feel that my brain is empty today!). I have lots of worries by this time. Me worrying about my upcoming midterm exam and some personal worries.",) But then, I would want to share to you guys about my most visited websites and hope you'll also enjoy what I love to explore and or to visit during my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.www.friendster.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.www.blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.www.pagii.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.www.imeem.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.www.aq.edu.ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.www.onitslastleg.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.www.amusnaoasnon.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.www.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.www.sponjmark008.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7197017324552204268?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7197017324552204268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7197017324552204268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7197017324552204268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7197017324552204268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/09/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1601360475841783481</id><published>2008-08-25T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:35:28.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Two in a row just this August.</title><content type='html'>I again attended a seminar last August 23, 2008. I was a day activity( &lt;em&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just that I came late because I reported to my duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) for eductaion students. The event was held at the Bicol University, Ampitheater Building with the theme " Mabunga at Makabuluhang Filipino: Multidisiplinaring Pagtuturo sa Filipino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are things that I learned from that affair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love to use &lt;strong&gt;your own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Our own language is the most useful "word" to be used when story-telling. Children will appreciate much and will learn more if they will understand (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) what we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An objective&lt;strong&gt; to be followed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;**When telling a story, there should be an objective so that we can easily follow an out'draft of what we are going to say or to relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The &lt;strong&gt;voice&lt;/strong&gt; within.&lt;br /&gt;**Teachers should NOT BE "OODLE-DOODLE" when it comes to speaking. How will the learners understand what you are sharing if you speak on your butt? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Picasso &lt;/strong&gt;Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;**A creative story-teller is loved by most listeners. Not those who are boring-to-death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; among &lt;strong&gt;SIX!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Among the six school attendees (Bicol University, Sorosogon State Colleges, Divine Word College of Legazpi, San Jose Community College, Aquinas University of Legazpi) AUL stands out... the very first... the most... the super duper... the majestic... NOISY GROUP EVER!!!(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not included in the roll of noisy fellows,hehe**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Planning is also discussed but I don't remeber much on this becuase we focused much on our chikka minutes.hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1601360475841783481?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1601360475841783481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1601360475841783481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1601360475841783481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1601360475841783481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-in-row-just-this-august.html' title='Two in a row just this August.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-768451397055169448</id><published>2008-08-25T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:06:35.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I changed my friendster layout...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SLJzSHBJOnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1mPJddjIN90/s1600-h/mmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376071543994994" style="WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SLJzSHBJOnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1mPJddjIN90/s320/mmm.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death - ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, but delight to be alone and single with Omnipresence...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Note: Watch out for my two coming posts...it is under construction.&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/5613424136712318431-768451397055169448?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/768451397055169448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=768451397055169448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/768451397055169448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/768451397055169448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-changed-my-friendster-layout.html' title='I changed my friendster layout...'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SLJzSHBJOnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1mPJddjIN90/s72-c/mmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1074658818945945120</id><published>2008-08-19T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:23:02.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legazpi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Developments in Legazpi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most visited Public Place in legazpi City:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1AeGZBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C5mt_UPEQ-w/s1600-h/2540490205_a3c8b07c4a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236155657593709586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1AeGZBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C5mt_UPEQ-w/s320/2540490205_a3c8b07c4a_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LIGNON HILL PARK: A majestic hill which is good for mountain hoopers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and those who love to feel the soft breeze above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are other developments in Legazpi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1Ic2I9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0UUF72Ju6vM/s1600-h/DSC04672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236155659735933906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1Ic2I9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0UUF72Ju6vM/s320/DSC04672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1bYhQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ziK-7m01MAs/s1600-h/DSC04780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236155664818062226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1bYhQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ziK-7m01MAs/s320/DSC04780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1l2KQII/AAAAAAAAAJY/B0heMrUFlFs/s1600-h/DSC04786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236155667626737794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1l2KQII/AAAAAAAAAJY/B0heMrUFlFs/s320/DSC04786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1pcB6mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/f3z7b2bNEco/s1600-h/DSC04793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236155668590881378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1pcB6mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/f3z7b2bNEco/s320/DSC04793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1074658818945945120?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1074658818945945120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1074658818945945120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1074658818945945120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1074658818945945120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/developments-in-legazpi.html' title='Developments in Legazpi'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKqP1AeGZBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C5mt_UPEQ-w/s72-c/2540490205_a3c8b07c4a_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-9148610507827490298</id><published>2008-08-19T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:28:27.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>What is a Teacher?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is someone who sees each child as &lt;strong&gt;a unique person&lt;/strong&gt; and encourages individual talents and strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A teacher looks beyond each child’s face and sees &lt;strong&gt;inside their souls&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher is someone with a &lt;strong&gt;special touch and a ready smile&lt;/strong&gt; who takes the time to listen to both sides and always tries to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher has a &lt;strong&gt;caring heart&lt;/strong&gt; that respects and understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher is someone who can &lt;strong&gt;look past disruption and rebellion&lt;/strong&gt;, and recognize hurt and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher teaches the entire child and helps to &lt;strong&gt;build confidence and raise self-esteem&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher &lt;strong&gt;makes a difference&lt;/strong&gt; in each child’s life and affects each &lt;strong&gt;family and the future&lt;/strong&gt; of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-9148610507827490298?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/9148610507827490298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=9148610507827490298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/9148610507827490298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/9148610507827490298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-teacher.html' title='What is a Teacher?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7196606428236636781</id><published>2008-08-15T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:16:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Result of My Efforts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKZByr4__EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0mgYqZPw8w4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943955895843906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKZByr4__EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0mgYqZPw8w4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; LOOK: There were ten(10) GREEN stars on my Map Loco Gadget.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT: A green star represents a visitor.&lt;br /&gt;THEN: I have eleven GREEN Stars!I have visitors from the Philippines(2), Japan(1),&lt;br /&gt;              China(1), India(1), Spain(1), Ukraine(1), Switzerland(10, Germany(1) and Russia(1)&lt;br /&gt;              (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I had a hard time looking for Ukraine in the map!hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;AND: I have eleven visitors!!!!! Haha. I can't believe this!( &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obviously ignorant, hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;RECOMMENDATION: Visitors, please leave comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7196606428236636781?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7196606428236636781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7196606428236636781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7196606428236636781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7196606428236636781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/result-of-my-efforts.html' title='The Result of My Efforts!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKZByr4__EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0mgYqZPw8w4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5956123642230841482</id><published>2008-08-15T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:45:36.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Magnitude 5.8 quake rocks Bicol provinces</title><content type='html'>A "moderately strong" earthquake rocked parts of Bicol region Friday night, with state seismologists warning of "possible" damage and aftershocks.Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology (Phivolcs) director Renato Solidum Jr. said the quake was recorded at 6:35 p.m. and was felt in Albay, Sorsogon and Catanduanes provinces in Bicol; and in the Visayas."Ginagawa ng disaster management sa Bicol kung may effects ang lindol (Disaster management officials in Bicol are now inspecting structures for possible damage)," Solidum told dzBB radio.He said it is also possible that aftershocks may take place, but said a tsunami is unlikely, as there was no "change" monitored in nearby waters.Initial information showed the quake measured magnitude 5.8 with the epicenter south of Catanduanes. and east of Albay and Sorsogon.The quake was felt at Intensity VI in Legazpi City and in Virac, Catanduanes; Intensity V at Sorsogon City and Irosin town in Sorsogon; Intensity III in Naga City and Bulan town in Sorsgon.In the Visayas, Solidum said the quake was felt at Intensity III in Masbate and Roxas City; and at Intensity II in Silay, Negros Occidental.When asked about the possibility of some structures sustaining damage, he said, "posible kung ang structure ay mahina o luma pwede magkaroon ng minor damages yan (Minor damage is possible if the structure is old or weak)."Bella Tubianosa, resident volcanologist of Phivolcs in Sorsogon City, said the earthquake's epicenter was located at 42 kilometers northeast of Sorsogon City with coordinates 13.10 north and 124.36 east with a depth of 15 kilometers.The quake reached intensity 6 in Legaspi City and Virac, Catanduanes, Intensity 5 in Sorsogon City, Intensity 3 in Naga City, Roxas City and Masbate City and Intensity 2 in Silay City.Brownouts were also reported in some areas in Sorsogon but power supply was resrtored immediately. - GMANews.TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-5956123642230841482?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5956123642230841482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5956123642230841482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5956123642230841482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5956123642230841482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/magnitude-58-quake-rocks-bicol.html' title='Magnitude 5.8 quake rocks Bicol provinces'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5547116601302783458</id><published>2008-08-15T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:31:22.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>LRC: Work Place</title><content type='html'>I am a Student Assistant in Aquinas University of Legazpi and being one is a great honor for me. As such, I am able to help my family (my parents) deal with my finances in the school. It also makes me proud of myself because somehow I know that I can do things not only for my convenience but also to the pipz' who are counting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assigned at the Legal Resource Center. this office offers free legal services for indigent clients. Law Interns are having their practicum or duty here to practice the things they have learned inside their classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYnaltmDjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vCZw34GZecw/s1600-h/FRESHMEN+ORIENTATION+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234914954618211890" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYnaltmDjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vCZw34GZecw/s320/FRESHMEN+ORIENTATION+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYnbLsTTAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-JFXRyD-tVw/s1600-h/FRESHMEN+ORIENTATION+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234914964813335554" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYnbLsTTAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-JFXRyD-tVw/s320/FRESHMEN+ORIENTATION+020.jpg" 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/5613424136712318431-5547116601302783458?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5547116601302783458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5547116601302783458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5547116601302783458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5547116601302783458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/lrc-work-place.html' title='LRC: Work Place'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYnaltmDjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vCZw34GZecw/s72-c/FRESHMEN+ORIENTATION+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-978166252991852387</id><published>2008-08-15T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:56:02.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholicism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saints'/><title type='text'>Saint Roch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYjdFQuesI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j-QB2SS6Syg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYjdFQuesI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j-QB2SS6Syg/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234910599400291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;San Roque or Saint Roch, known as Rocco in Italy and Roque in Spain is patron  saint of the sick and invalids. The faithful offer prayers for intercession to  San Roque worldwide. We celebrate Saint Roch's feast every third sunday of May and we still celebrate it every 16th day of August (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;original day of celebration&lt;/span&gt;). During the "fiesta" in our barangay(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; village or the small community next to a municipality&lt;/span&gt;), we often held our prusisyon( pilgrimage) in the river with our Patron Saint Statue placed on the Pagoda( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;a boat that is used during feast celebrations&lt;/span&gt;). Mass are held in the evening of the bis peras (the day before the day of celebration, usually saturday in our place) and on the next day.    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0879735767/mycatholict03-20"&gt;History:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roch  was born around 1295 to the rich family of the Governor John and his wife Libera  in Montpellier, France. Tradition says that Roch had a birthmark with a red  cross on his chest. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His father died when he was 12 and his mother died when he was 20. He joined  the Franciscan order soon after that and distributed his fortune among the poor  and handed the government of Montpellier to his uncle. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Roch then set out for Italy as a mendicant pilgrim at stopped along the way  to care for the victims of the plague that was ravaging Italy at that time. At  Piacenza Roch fell to but recovered and was reputed to have performed many  miracles of healing everywhere he went. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One tradition says that after his recovery, Roch returned to Montepellier,  France. He was arrested and accused as a spy dressed as a pilgrim and sent to  prison by his uncle who did not recognize him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He died in prison five years later. It was only when they found the cross on  his breast as well as a document found in his possession that they found he was  the son of the previous governor (and nephew of the new governor) because of.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the plague broke out in the city, the Fathers of the Council of  Constance ordered prayers and processions in Roch’s honor, and the plague  stopped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;San Roque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O BLESSED SAN  ROQUE, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patron of the sick,&lt;br /&gt;Have pity on those&lt;br /&gt;Who lie upon a bed  of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power was so great&lt;br /&gt;When you were in this world,&lt;br /&gt;That by the sign of the Cross,&lt;br /&gt;Many were healed of their diseases.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Your power is not less.&lt;br /&gt;Offer, then, to  God&lt;br /&gt;Our sighs and tears&lt;br /&gt;And obtain for us that health we seek&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Roque, pray for us,&lt;br /&gt;That we may be preserved&lt;br /&gt;From all diseases of body and soul.&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/5613424136712318431-978166252991852387?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/978166252991852387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=978166252991852387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/978166252991852387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/978166252991852387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/saint-roch.html' title='Saint Roch'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKYjdFQuesI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j-QB2SS6Syg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1683330317831675861</id><published>2008-08-15T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:26:08.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the TraNsfeRRing stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many camera generated phones are used in capturing memorable events.( &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if I had one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) The problem that most of the time occurs is on how we will transfer those stuffs in the PC (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;personal computer!!!duh!hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Here's a piece of tips on how you'll going to move those files to the PC:(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r the benefit of Sarsi, my former classmate in HS.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKMzOOZEI/AAAAAAAAAII/9tHsNwDmiBA/s1600-h/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026de9279-7db4-1794023286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234671725656826946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKMzOOZEI/AAAAAAAAAII/9tHsNwDmiBA/s320/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026de9279-7db4-1794023286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;1.E-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most camera phones have the ability to send photos in the form of an email. Of course, this is the way wireless providers would like you to do it since they get to charge additional fees for sending the picture mail. Normally, wireless providers charge a flat rate to send a picture as an email through their network, but you could also be billed on a per-kilobyte rate for the data used. To e-mail photos to yourself, you'll need to make sure your phone is configured to send e-mails. Most phones purchased from the carrier are setup out of the box, but you'll need to determine that on a per-case basis. The process for selecting an image to send will vary on the individual phone model, so refer to the instructions in your telephone manual for instructions. When you're ready to send the picture, place your e-mail address in the "To:" field, and hit send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKNI-xLUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nf5v-G17KP8/s1600-h/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026e4c1f5--7f131573051387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234671731497577794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKNI-xLUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Nf5v-G17KP8/s320/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026e4c1f5--7f131573051387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2.Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If your phone is equipped with short-range Bluetooth wireless technology, you can often send images to a similarly equipped notebook or desktop computer. The best part about Bluetooth is that images transferred in this manner are completely free to you. Whether you send 1 picture or 50, it's still free. Not all phones are equipped with Bluetooth, but even less computers come with the technology built-in. However, you can add the technology to your computer by purchasing a USB Bluetooth module from a local electronics retailer. Don't worry about it being expensive, considering most modules retail for about $25( &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is 1, 123 Philippine Peso based on the August 15, 2008 exchange rate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) .Sending photos to a computer using Bluetooth is fairly simple... once you pair the phone to your computer. Sometimes the pairing process goes smoothly, and sometimes it doesn't. Either way, once you've gotten the two talking to each other, sending images to and from the phone is a snap. On top of this, Bluetooth allows you to send images and files to other Bluetooth phones without wires or charges.Not all Bluetooth phones will be able to send images to a computer. Some carriers disable the file transfer profile before the phone is sent to the stores for sale, thereby forcing the users to either buy a data kit or send e-mails. This is what's referred to as the "no free lunch" approach to customer service. It's reasonable for them to assume that most would not spend fifty-dollars on an accessory, so they'll get to charge your account for every picture you send or make a monthly fee on a picture package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;3.Data Cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any phone that has a built-in camera will most likely be able to connect to a computer via a USB data connection kit. Data kits are phone specific, so you'll need to make sure you get the correct one for your model phone. The kit includes the cable that plugs your phone into your computer's USB jack, as well as software to assist in transferring files to and from the phone. Once connected, you'll have the same file transfer abilities as you would with Bluetooth, except with a wire. Unfortunately, you cannot transfer images to anything but a computer, so don't expect to move a picture from your phone to a friend's. Though data connect kits are often more expensive than Bluetooth modules, they do transfer files at a faster speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;4.Removable Memory Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKM8mNIzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wbKARSMxZUI/s1600-h/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026e4c1f5--7d412120809090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234671728173327154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKM8mNIzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wbKARSMxZUI/s320/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026e4c1f5--7d412120809090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many newer phones have a slot for an external memory cards, especially models with higher resolution cameras. Since the images are stored on a removable memory card, transferring images to the computer is a breeze. All you need to do is pick up an external memory card reader from a local electronics store. You'll need to know what kind of card your phone uses before you go shopping to make sure the reader you buy supports the correct format. Once your card reader is in place, merely remove the memory card from your phone, and insert it into the card reader. The computer will recognize the card and assign it a drive letter. Actually moving images is as easy as using the "cut and paste" commands in Windows Explorer. Just reinsert the card back into the phone when you're ready to take new pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1683330317831675861?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1683330317831675861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1683330317831675861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1683330317831675861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1683330317831675861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/transferring-stuff.html' title='the TraNsfeRRing stuff'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKVKMzOOZEI/AAAAAAAAAII/9tHsNwDmiBA/s72-c/33f594066a59a60a--32a96d82-11026de9279-7db4-1794023286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-764440427911496531</id><published>2008-08-14T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:03:17.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YANG wins gold! And he deserves a standing ovation for this pic!",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKQPABTd-HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c1LWvh3JVPQ/s1600-h/ept_sports_oly_experts-340717024-1218693889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234325159935866994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKQPABTd-HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c1LWvh3JVPQ/s320/ept_sports_oly_experts-340717024-1218693889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have time to be interviewd later so ask for questions now." This was the answer of Yang when we had our ambush interview with him in the 2008 Beijing Olympics. I was a bit shy that time because of the expression showed by Yang(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if he's having his monthly period-if he has.hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I did not get the whole story about Yang's victory so I just asked for my friend Nick Friedell to send me his latest article about Yang.(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just imagining how it feels like covering a game in the prestigious 2008 Olympics.hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKQQbjCgWMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z78QiJxDSMU/s1600-h/Img214540657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234326732359620802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKQQbjCgWMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z78QiJxDSMU/s320/Img214540657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(BEIJING, August 14) -- China's &lt;a href="http://results.beijing2008.cn/WRM/ENG/BIO/Athlete/7/235327.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Yang Wei&lt;/a&gt; proved that he is the world's best all-round gymnast today by winning the gold medal in the Men's All-Around.&lt;br /&gt;Yang entered the final rotation with a comfortable lead over the rest of the field. The lead was a tremendous advantage for Yang, who knew he did not need to excel on his weakest apparatus, the Horizontal Bar.&lt;br /&gt;Yang performed well in the Rings, the Vault and the Parallel Bars. His 16.625 in the Rings was only bettered by his compatriot &lt;a href="http://results.beijing2008.cn/WRM/ENG/BIO/Athlete/4/235324.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Chen Yibing&lt;/a&gt;, who pulled out of his last rotation and finished last.&lt;br /&gt;Yang finished with a total of 94.575 points, which was a long way ahead of silver medalist Uchimura Kohei of Japan who scored a total of 91.975. Uchimura will rue his mistake-ridden performance in the Pommel Horse, where he finished with 13.275 - the worst score of any competitor.&lt;br /&gt;The bronze medal was won by French dark horse Benoit Caranobe, who scored a total of 91.925 points. Caranobe was the ninth-highest-ranking gymnast in the qualification phase, but an outstanding performance in the Vault secured the bronze medal. Caranobe was the top-ranking gymnast on the apparatus, scoring 16.600.&lt;br /&gt;Germany's Fabian Hambuechen, who was seen as the only real rival to Yang, performed poorly today. Hambuechen was clearly upset after a bad performance in the Vault. He finished seventh with a total of 91.675.&lt;br /&gt;Japan's Tomita Hiroyuki would have been a chance to win a medal if he had not fallen from the Rings. Due to the fall, Tomita could only manage a score of 13.850 on the apparatus. He was the best-performed gymnast in the Horizontal Bar and finished with a total score of 91.750.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-764440427911496531?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/764440427911496531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=764440427911496531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/764440427911496531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/764440427911496531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/yang-wins-gold-and-he-deserves-standing.html' title='YANG wins gold! And he deserves a standing ovation for this pic!&quot;,)'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SKQPABTd-HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c1LWvh3JVPQ/s72-c/ept_sports_oly_experts-340717024-1218693889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5493464611353714816</id><published>2008-08-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:12:12.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Messages'/><title type='text'>I just can't help it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some text messages that my friends made me feel good, touched and happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best friendship does not come when you are together. It comes when you are busy and realize that despite busy times, FRIENDS never stop caring.- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;GuDmOrning pO...-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;987&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a special feeling to 987. hehe. I did not text 987 for two months and this is the first message 987 sent after millions of years! Message sent: August 09, 2008 @ 5:45AM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You can not leave footprints if you walk tiptoe. This is what living life means. You can never get what you want if you are scared to get hurt.-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The memory of a friend is like a favorite song. No matter how many times it plays, you never get tired of it. Stay as you are as a song I love to hear.-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bez_Jham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time may be so fast that we can not guess how long this friendship would stay, but even if time keeps us apart, even when chances push me out and away, remember- I will never stop to care because despite absence, between gaps and distances, the promise of you and me being friends, remains… lasts… and persists. It may not be under arms of togetherness and bonding, beyond spaces, beyond hindrances, friends till the end. This is my commitment.-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-5493464611353714816?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5493464611353714816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5493464611353714816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5493464611353714816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5493464611353714816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-cant-help-to-be-touched.html' title='I just can&apos;t help it.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-2340426413378013859</id><published>2008-08-07T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:57:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is St. dominic's Feast Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJrXFTFaRnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlBNJ_Dy-rg/s1600-h/St-Dominic-Giclee-Print-C12059867.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJrXFTFaRnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlBNJ_Dy-rg/s320/St-Dominic-Giclee-Print-C12059867.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231730403166537330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feast Day of Saint Dominic&lt;/span&gt;. I have listed similar activities for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alpha Kappa Rho Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My sister sent a message for  me  asking if we have classes tomorrow. I said "..it is a one day vacation for Aquinians..". And she said it is because of AKP's anniversary because they usually gather at the AQ chapel(?) for a mass. Woah! I just think..would the rector declare a holiday for AKP?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow is a holiday!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that happy because I have many things to do. Huhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Note: This post should be written tomorrow but since there's no classes tomorrow, I'll not be able to touch any computer at all.hekhek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-2340426413378013859?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/2340426413378013859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=2340426413378013859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/2340426413378013859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/2340426413378013859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-is-st-dominics-feast-day.html' title='Tomorrow is St. dominic&apos;s Feast Day!'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJrXFTFaRnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlBNJ_Dy-rg/s72-c/St-Dominic-Giclee-Print-C12059867.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4546717178568419452</id><published>2008-08-06T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:47:47.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Regional Pre-Service Students Forum Held</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    “There are many challenges that are scattered in the path of being a teacher- ready to test, discourage, dismantle and ruin our will of being a teacher. But in so far as our eagerness to be one is concerned, we should not let those ICT, economic crisis and change in student’s attitude make a wall of disparity between us and our will of being a teacher. We should put in to our mind and heart to this profession because we are going to mold, guide and transform the youth into the state of being successful, worthy and good citizens of the country. I f we have still doubt on what we are going in to, better quit right at this moment for you will reckon the future of each student you will be teaching. In short, TEACHERS should be TEACHERS.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJllEUuDvJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MUX2Q9tmgpY/s1600-h/teachers_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJllEUuDvJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MUX2Q9tmgpY/s320/teachers_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231323567123315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    This was my response(reaction statement) on the &lt;b style=""&gt;Regional Pre-Service Student Forum for Education Students&lt;/b&gt; with the Theme: &lt;b style=""&gt;Model Mentors: Catalysts of Development&lt;/b&gt;. I aired this in front of 47 school delegates around the bicol region at tha AQ Dome Aquinas University of Legazpi today(August 6, 2008) as I represent Secondary and Elementary Education Students  of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-4546717178568419452?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4546717178568419452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4546717178568419452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4546717178568419452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4546717178568419452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-many-challenges-that-are.html' title='Regional Pre-Service Students Forum Held'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJllEUuDvJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MUX2Q9tmgpY/s72-c/teachers_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-5556326779206950247</id><published>2008-08-01T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:20:06.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Why did I make a blog.</title><content type='html'>I am not familiar to "blogger" before. I don't even mind if there is existing.",) I am just fond of browsing the internet and visiting my friendster account. Until one day, when I was about to type &lt;a href="http://www.f/"&gt;http://www.f/&lt;/a&gt;.. then I accidentally tipped "b" instead of "f" so similar websites came out of the address bar. I have seen &lt;a href="http://www.onitslastleg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.onitslastleg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I clicked on it and was amazed by the content. It is some kind of a journal. "Oh, This is Kuya Adrian's blog." I said. So, as filipino characters implies... I try to make one not thinking that I'll be enjoying my stay here in blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking of a web name that I'll be using..hmm? After several seconds of inferrential thingking, I come to a generalization... a very hard decision to be made in my whole life.(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) So, I put my screen name in my e-mail. It is so difficult to think you know. And more difficult to put sponjmark before blogspot.com. Afterwards, &lt;a href="http://www.sponjmark.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sponjmark.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was finally created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had posted many mindful writings and what so ever since then. I enjoyed my first three posts and the next are just "forcible" posts and or out of the blue posts. Just like now, readers. I think, are just wasting their time reading this post.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hehe, I just assume that someone reads my blog but actually thare's nothing. See for yourself the evidence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229462420703660226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJLIXWBLyMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oDcUH5997ew/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FACTS: A visitor is represented by a green star. There is no GREEN STAR. Therefore, there is no visitor.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a shame!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know if someone would like to consume at least five minutes viewing my blog.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am actually begging you to stay at least minutes more.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To add up excitement to my blog, I changed my banner. Look up there. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJLKPVIbtWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fektGRD_LlA/s1600-h/pop.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229464482049930594" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJLKPVIbtWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fektGRD_LlA/s320/pop.png" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked a favor from Kuya Adi to make that one. Nice, isn't it?hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But again, I enjoy visiting this site over and over and over again because of a very special purpose. I am able to express the REAL me here.(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Just like this one.hehe&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-5556326779206950247?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/5556326779206950247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=5556326779206950247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5556326779206950247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/5556326779206950247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-did-i-make-blog.html' title='Why did I make a blog.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SJLIXWBLyMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oDcUH5997ew/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-222232440106701173</id><published>2008-06-22T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:17:13.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>She's the only woman whom I fell in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SF4w0DR2V8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bIcS9V0NCac/s1600-h/marki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214659089333114818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 237px; height: 226px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SF4w0DR2V8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bIcS9V0NCac/s320/marki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She makes me smile even in thoughest time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;She is the reason why I study hard and try to earn awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the reason why I am alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the reason why I became this person who is strong enough to face diff'rent challenges in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the only person who advises and comforts me after getting angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the only girl whom I treated like a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the only girl who I always think of every first sunday of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the reason why I try to be smile during aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took large boundaries in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't live without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't know how to continue my life without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How just I wish the lord would grant me to see you for the last time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-222232440106701173?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/222232440106701173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=222232440106701173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/222232440106701173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/222232440106701173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-only-woman-whom-i-fell-in-love.html' title='She&apos;s the only woman whom I fell in love.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SF4w0DR2V8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bIcS9V0NCac/s72-c/marki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-6558245751574007087</id><published>2008-05-20T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:29:50.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Bishop: P20 wage hike better than nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKL6H-4RoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Udp7VxFgtg0/s1600-h/pesos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202374350257800834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKL6H-4RoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Udp7VxFgtg0/s320/pesos.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MANILA, Philippines - While militants may grumble over it, a Catholic Church official on Friday lauded the P20-wage hike ordered by the government, saying it can somehow have a ripple effect on many workers.&lt;br /&gt;Antipolo Auxiliary Bishop Francisco de Leon said that with the recent salary hike, ordinary wage earner can now have a little more in their paychecks to help pay for basic necessities.&lt;br /&gt;"For me, wage increase is needed because the prices in basic commodities are rising," he said in an interview on Church-run Radyo Veritas.&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts of the interview were posted Friday night on the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines Web site (www.cbcpnews.com).&lt;br /&gt;De Leon said that had the government not made a move, many people would surely have hard time coping with spiraling prices of goods.&lt;br /&gt;The Regional Tripartite Wages and Productivity Board (RTWPB) in Metro Manila earlier approved Wage Order No. 14 increasing the amount of minimum wage by P20 per day for private sector workers.&lt;br /&gt;The P20 wage increase includes a P15 increase in basic pay and P5 cost-of-living allowance (COLA).&lt;br /&gt;With the new increase, the highest minimum wage rate in the NCR is P382 per day for non-agriculture workers. - GMANews.TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-6558245751574007087?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/6558245751574007087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=6558245751574007087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6558245751574007087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6558245751574007087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/05/bishop-p20-wage-hike-better-than.html' title='Bishop: P20 wage hike better than nothing'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKL6H-4RoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Udp7VxFgtg0/s72-c/pesos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4393938336984974286</id><published>2008-05-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:23:39.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>What about this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ63-4RnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H4e55VaRP1U/s1600-h/mmm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202372164119447154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ63-4RnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H4e55VaRP1U/s320/mmm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right.. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grabit with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ6n-4RlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XSJnDBZgjg4/s1600-h/balun.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202372159824479826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ6n-4RlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XSJnDBZgjg4/s320/balun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back.Sometimes we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we've let them fly away. Sometimes we are so caught up in who's right and who's wrong that we forget what's right and wrong. Sometimes we just don't realize what real friendship means until it is too late. I don't want to let that happen so I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you. Send this to all your friends including me and see how many you get back. Even send it to your balloons that you think have flown away forever. You may be surprised to see it return. Send this heart to everybody you like. You may also return it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ63-4RmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OuPmC6yk9nE/s1600-h/gurang.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202372164119447138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ63-4RmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OuPmC6yk9nE/s320/gurang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-4393938336984974286?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4393938336984974286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4393938336984974286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4393938336984974286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4393938336984974286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-about-this.html' title='What about this?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SDKJ63-4RnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H4e55VaRP1U/s72-c/mmm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1220625615034498270</id><published>2008-05-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:47:07.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I thought it was but it wasn't.</title><content type='html'>I am not spending my summer vacation on wasteful things. I am taking my summer class for me to cope with my requirements this coming semester. I am enrolled in two subjects (Philippine History and Statistics). I do enjoy my summer class. I am not regreting of not going somewhere else to spend my vacation because I am not bored with my summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I have this thought that I will not be happy this summer because of my summer class. But now, I do not think about it anymore. I thought our history class will be a boring one(thinking that it was a twohour class, starts at SEVEN THIRTY AM and we are few in the class). But I am wrong, it is good to say that even if I am waking up very early in the morning just to catch up with the time, I learned a lot. Not just with the topics but also topics concerning our situation at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be missing my classmates here because I am sure that they will not be my classmates for the next semester because they we have different courses. But for sure, I'll gonna wait for the next school year to end. I'll gonna enroll again in the next summer class!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-1220625615034498270?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1220625615034498270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1220625615034498270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1220625615034498270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1220625615034498270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-it-was-but-it-wasnt.html' title='I thought it was but it wasn&apos;t.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-6498218766936967623</id><published>2008-05-05T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:40:25.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were an animal, what would you be and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SB_u0Rza2uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qv0LabS0AA0/s1600-h/nemo_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135076908522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SB_u0Rza2uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qv0LabS0AA0/s320/nemo_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are answers to the above question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to be a sea anemone.You just sit on a rock waving your arms about in an enticing way, and your dinner swims right in.You can think your own thoughts all day, and when the tide goes out you just batten down the hatches, and think the more.-Hattori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would love to be a wee mink and the reason why is i have heard from a reliable source that dolly parton loves mink braziers,,,what a way to go eh- The Wiser One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;monkey,they look cool-Ywe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A swift, they do the highest mileage of any animal on earth ...I like to travel-mekenuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be a golden eagle, soaring high, total freedom and I'd have the most amazing views of our wonderful planet.-Aria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd be a cute lion- with a bow on my hair, with long lashes, and pearly white teeth. Lion is the king of the jungle, so ill be the queen of the jungle- to make peace- not war!!-Shi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be a cat. I would lounge in the sun, play with my family, get fed and brushed and snuggled, and be a totally cool cat. Oh, and also always land on my feet! :-)-Leah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nice answers?..here's mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to be a like NEMO. A rainbow fish. he may be too young but he tried to conquer life's difficulty. Motivated by love and affection from people whom he treasure most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-6498218766936967623?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/6498218766936967623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=6498218766936967623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6498218766936967623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6498218766936967623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-were-animal-what-would-you-be.html' title='If you were an animal, what would you be and why?'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SB_u0Rza2uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qv0LabS0AA0/s72-c/nemo_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4111113649354037134</id><published>2008-05-02T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:48:09.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>People Always Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195944825506683586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SBu0Shza2sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D7xVp3X1N1k/s320/582205865fw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am always wondrin' why do people always leave? people come and go. Sometimes they stay...but sometimes leave. Maybe they just simply could not stop their pace? or maybe they need to move on? A lot of maybes and probabilities. friends come and go, so as overs....they've been part of our lives. Someone so important. Someone you can not live without. But still can't refrain them from leaving. "Is it my fault?"-we often ask ourselves. why can't we make them stay? Oh, it's really ironic. those whom you leve leave while those whom you hate stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SBu0fhza2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-mGfPjMChII/s1600-h/ppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195945048844982994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SBu0fhza2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-mGfPjMChII/s320/ppol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SBu0KBza2rI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mrrvtB2Ut6A/s1600-h/ppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-4111113649354037134?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4111113649354037134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4111113649354037134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4111113649354037134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4111113649354037134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/05/p.html' title='People Always Leave'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SBu0Shza2sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D7xVp3X1N1k/s72-c/582205865fw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-29694664870161064</id><published>2008-04-10T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:48:45.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. It depicts love. For the reason that when someone finds out that his mate is cheating, he will be able to produce &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; blood out of the third party's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. It symbolizes cheerfulness. Since it is light colored, it is feminine. A proof is when you go out of your house and see a lot of gays exposing themselves with a tight fitting &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. The color itself emphasizes peace. No more walls. No more chain. no more selfishness and closed doors. Just like power ranger &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;who fight for peace. Peace tayo!*_'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;. Yellow describes a famous personality. Cory Aquino is a living proof. She is so famous. A former president, an intelligent woman, a loving mother and what abou her all time &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELOW &lt;/span&gt;outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BROWN.&lt;/span&gt; It depicts the filipino culture. Unique yet so simple. the "color" also reminds me of dried &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt; "ebaks" of filipinos having their party along the river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-29694664870161064?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/29694664870161064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=29694664870161064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/29694664870161064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/29694664870161064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-sick.html' title='Colors.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-758528634907391997</id><published>2008-04-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:55:53.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><title type='text'>Please do support Ram.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186416737855070402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 235px; height: 266px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_nai1T94MI/AAAAAAAAADY/g5pbs-sOl2o/s320/ramiele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age&lt;/strong&gt;: 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hometown&lt;/strong&gt;: Miramar, FL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Quote&lt;/strong&gt;: "If you're hated, you're doing something right." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audition City&lt;/strong&gt;: Miami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical Influences&lt;/strong&gt;: My musical influences would be Aretha Franklin, Jackson 5, Mariah Carey, Lani Misalocha, and Regine Velasquez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status=makeCompleteURL('http://www.americanidol.com/?12075009113650#poll');return true" onclick="window.open('/redirect.cgi?b='+b64_srckey+'&amp;u='+escape(makeCompleteURL('http://www.americanidol.com/?12075009113650#poll')), '_blank');return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true" href="http://www.americanidol.com/?12075009113650#poll"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.americanidol.com/?12075009113650#poll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Ram has a filipino blood! Please do support her to have her second chance on the grandiest "American Idol". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-758528634907391997?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/758528634907391997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=758528634907391997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/758528634907391997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/758528634907391997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-do-support-ram.html' title='Please do support Ram.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_nai1T94MI/AAAAAAAAADY/g5pbs-sOl2o/s72-c/ramiele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-6854248493659603407</id><published>2008-04-04T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:20:54.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>The Seven Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_bySFT94LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d-_1GtnFYHY/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185598413441196210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_bySFT94LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d-_1GtnFYHY/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 7 Virtues of Humankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - As exemplified by the New 7 Wonders of the WorldZurich/Switzerland, Dec. 19, 2007- The New 7 Wonders of the World, as declared on July 7, 2007 - 07.07.07 - represent the first time that people worldwide have joined together and chosen symbols of our common world.With more than 100 million votes cast, this resounding roar from humanity recognizes core values and virtues as embodied by the New 7 Wonders of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Taj Mahal&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;PASSION and love without which our lives, our relationships and our achievements have no meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Colosseum &lt;/strong&gt;represents&lt;br /&gt;JOY&lt;br /&gt;as well as the dark cloud of suffering, without there can be no silver lining of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he statue of Christ Redeemer&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;OPENNESS and welcoming others, allowing for mutual appreciation and growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chichén Itzá&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;KNOWLEDGE coupled with worship of a higher level of consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machu Picchu&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;DEDICATION to common causes, common goals which enable and sustain community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The China Great Wall&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;PERSEVERANCE to build and to persist, even in the face of adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etra&lt;/strong&gt; represents&lt;br /&gt;PROTECTION thanks to engineering and human resourcefulness,protecting us from the elements andenemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bernard Weber, Founder and President of New7Wonders:“The virtues represented by the New 7 Wonders of the World show why people have been able to attain such incredible heights, create such marvellous works, and why we all have hope in a bright future. Life is made worth living, on all levels, thanks to Passion, Joy, Openness, Knowledge, Dedication, Perseverance and Protection.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bernard Weber, Founder and President of New7Wonders:“The virtues represented by the New 7 Wonders of the World show why people have been able to attain such incredible heights, create such marvellous works, and why we all have hope in a bright future. Life is made worth living, on all levels, thanks to Passion, Joy, Openness, Knowledge, Dedication, Perseverance and Protection.”&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/5613424136712318431-6854248493659603407?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/6854248493659603407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=6854248493659603407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6854248493659603407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/6854248493659603407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/04/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='The Seven Wonders of the World'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_bySFT94LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d-_1GtnFYHY/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4615996339016770711</id><published>2008-04-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:24:02.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><title type='text'>My TOP 5 PBB Teen Edition Plus Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_MtH1T94FI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tk2pG7NO5uk/s1600-h/Ejay02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184537208626733138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_MtH1T94FI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tk2pG7NO5uk/s320/Ejay02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full Name: Ejay Falcon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: E-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Origin: Oriental Mindoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birthdate: November 21, 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: 6'0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nationality: Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School: University of Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite subject in school: Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hated subject in school: English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite sport: Basketball, billiards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite summer destination: Pola, Oriental Mindoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hobbies: Texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimate celebrity crush: Maja Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Promdie Hottie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first glance, Ejay doesn't look the typical promdi for he moves in a smooth and urbane manner. But as one gets to know him, the truth about his hometown begins to show, not that he tries to hide it. This shy lad from Oriental Mindoro speaks with straight and clear Tagalog, with a taint of Mindorenyo and a Visayan accent. Ejay grew up in the island of Pola where there is a scarcity of water and electricity, and watching TV Patrol and primetime teleseryes from the community TV, the only form of entertainment for the residents. Despite his timid ways acquired from his rural origins and strict Christian upbringing, Ejay is courageous and determined, ready to take on anything just to free his family from the poverty that ruined his parents's marriage. He dreams big for his family that even if he is granted one wish, he’d not ask for fame but for his family to be together again. He is hopeful that Pinoy Big Brother is the first big step to realizing this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_XG21T94KI/AAAAAAAAADI/7qd7m2-DefA/s1600-h/priscilla.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185269191313055906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_XG21T94KI/AAAAAAAAADI/7qd7m2-DefA/s320/priscilla.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full Name: Priscilla Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Mae, Priscy, Ate Wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Origin:DavaoCity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birth date: May 28, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: 5'8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nationality: Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School: Ateneo De Manila University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite subject in school: English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Least liked subject in school: Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite sport: Basketball, badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite summer/vacation destination: Boracay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hobbies: Writing fictions and poetry, going to the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimate celebrity crush: Piolo Pascual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Deaf Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Priscilla faced great tragedies early in her life: her father was murdered when she was six, and she lost her hearing when she was 11.But instead of giving up, this young girl struggled to overcome these challenges to enjoy life like any regular teenager.Living with her disability taught her the skill to read other people's lips, enabling her to communicate with her family and friends more conveniently.Given her determination and optimism, she bagged the first runner up title in the Miss Teen International 2007, proving to all that imperfection is not part of her vocabulary.Priscilla is optimistic that the other housemates will enjoy her company and she’d probably share her interest in writing fiction and poems. She’d openly reveal her passion for dancing, her craze over Lobo, even her dream of owning a house in Manila but the other HMs will definitely have to use force to make her say a word about her love life.Will Priscilla survive the chaotic world of PBB Teen Edition Plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STglT94HI/AAAAAAAAACw/-2ylPSK6-GU/s1600-h/josef.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184931258991239282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STglT94HI/AAAAAAAAACw/-2ylPSK6-GU/s320/josef.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Josef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full Name: Marc Josef Elizalde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Josef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Origin: Mandaluyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: 5'8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School: De La Salle University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birth date: Sept 8, 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Scooby Doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite subject in school: English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Least liked subject in school: Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite sport: Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite summer/vacation destination: Batangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hobbies: Playing sports, going to gimmicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimate celebrity crush: Anne Curtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lethal Lassalite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having a musician dad and a manager mom who works for Premiere Genesis Entertainment talents, Josef was definitely destined to be in showbiz.He has appeared in various print ads and TV commercials, though these have caused him feeling more frustrated than having a sense of achievement.On his first print ad, only his nape was shown, while his second project which was a TV commercial was only aired in the US.But now Josef is one of the faces seen on the recent Jack N Jill Chippy commercial.At 16, Josef already has had five girlfriends. Blessed with mestizo good looks and charisma, it seems unlikely that one of his girlfriends didn't take the relationship with him seriously. Perhaps this could be blamed on the way he takes things on his own cool, casual style, typical of one who has everyone at his beck and call.Josef is excited to meet the other housemates for he enjoys getting to know other people. Will Josef learn how to be a more responsible young man and find a sense of achievement from his fellow teens while inside the house of Big Brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STg1T94JI/AAAAAAAAADA/v0hesPo-0is/s1600-h/robi.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184931263286206610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STg1T94JI/AAAAAAAAADA/v0hesPo-0is/s320/robi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Robi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full Name: Robert Marion Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Origin: Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birth date: Sept 27, 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: 5'9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School: Ateneo De Manila University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nationality: Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Homer Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite subject in school: Religion, Social Studies, Tulong Dunong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Least liked subject in school: English and literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite sport: Baseball, track and field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite summer/vacation destination: somewhere cold like in Baguio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hobbies/Interests: Running; playing with younger bro, friends, and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimate celebrity crush: Elisha Cuthbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The True Blue Atenean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a housemate, Robi has to forego his high school graduation – and the chance to receive his award for excellence personally. Living up to being a man for others, though, he considers the chance to be a housemate a worthy compromise, not because it may be a claim to fame but as an opportunity to be a good influence to others.Aiming high, he hopes to follow in his father’s footsteps and pursue a career in medicine. A member of the baseball varsity and the honor roll as well, it seems all is set for Robi. One thing he can’t seem to get the hang of, unfortunately, is his love life. He got dumped both times he tried courting a girl, though he’s really persistent in pursuing the second. Too bad they don’t teach Courtship (Anti-torpe) 101 in high school.As he enters the PBB house, Robi has very positive thoughts on today’s youth. He perceives them to be well-rounded individuals, versatile and willing to try out a variety of things. He carries the same attitude towards his housemates, believing the best of them as he looks forward to hanging out with them despite the varied interests. Having the Atenean school spirit, will he still be able to think the same way when he lives in close quarters with someone from a rival school? Is he truly the good trophy boy that he seems to be? Will Kuya teach a summer course on courtship inside the yellow house? And will he have a summer love to boot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STg1T94II/AAAAAAAAAC4/wxnakmSl6_M/s1600-h/nikki.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184931263286206594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_STg1T94II/AAAAAAAAAC4/wxnakmSl6_M/s320/nikki.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full Name: Nicole Kim Uysiuseng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Nikki/ Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Origin: Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birth date: August 18, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: 5'5”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School:ParefSouthcrestSchool, CebuCity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nationality: Chinese Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Tweety Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite subject in school: PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Least liked subject in school: Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite sport: Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite summer/vacation destination: Dumaguete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hobbies/Interests: going to the gym; shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimate celebrity crush: Shia LaBeouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The In-Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nikki is not your typical hyper-active and expressive teen. At a young age, she has learned to take hold of her emotions and control her actions (read: prim and proper). Very in character for the daughter of a Chinese businessman, who has led a sheltered and comfortable life thus far. The biggest problem she’s had was the initial disapproval of her family towards her chosen guy, but even that is now resolved and all is right in her world. Everything is quite perfect for this little miss: a good life, a supportive family, and a blooming love life. Nikki thinks she’ll be able to get along quite well with the other housemates, as long as there are no plastic people in the group. Once you get past her shy and quiet demeanor, Nikki is friendly and ready to take on tasks and adventures. It is interesting to see how Nikki will be able to deal with the diverse personalities of the housemates. Will she still be able to keep her cool? How will Nikki cope with the simpler life in Kuya’s house? Moreover, will her young love stand the test of time and distance, especially with a number of cute boys in close proximity? &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/5613424136712318431-4615996339016770711?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4615996339016770711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4615996339016770711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4615996339016770711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4615996339016770711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-top-5-pbb-teen-edition-plus-bet.html' title='My TOP 5 PBB Teen Edition Plus Bet'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R_MtH1T94FI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tk2pG7NO5uk/s72-c/Ejay02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1478521510220904422</id><published>2008-04-01T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:24:33.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><title type='text'>The Legend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Legend premieres on GMA-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tradition of showcasing exceptional telenovelas in Philippine television, GMA Network introduces The Legend, its newest program to hit the primetime block that will undoubtedly captivate the Filipino viewer's continued devotion to Koreanovelas. &lt;br /&gt;Following the huge success of Korean dramas Jewel in the Palace and Jumong, The Legend will also be a hit among the loyal supporters of Koreanovelas in the country. With its poignant and heart-rending storyline, gripping and enthralling heroic battle scenes, dramatic visual effects and beautiful cast, The Legend is expected to capture the interest of its viewers. &lt;br /&gt;This drama series boasts was produced in Korea with an approximate cost of 45 billion won or P1.9 billion. This period drama centers on the saga behind the completion of prophecy where a king is destined to be born to save humanity.  &lt;br /&gt;Its stars Korean actor Bae Yong Joon in the title role of Dam-Deok, 19th King of Goguryeo. He is a descendant of the mythical king Jumong. Under his leadership, he made Goguryeo as the most powerful nation in East Asia with the help of the four Gods: Cheong-ryong (Blue Dragon), Baek-ho (White Tiger), Joo-jak (Phoenix) and Hyeon-mu (Turtle).  &lt;br /&gt;Conflict arises when Hwan-Woong, the son of heavens, came down on earth to rule the Bear Tribe. Ga-Jin, the fire goddess and leader of the differing Tiger Tribe, was infuriated at Hwan-Woong for controlling their land. Soon, a violet war erupted and the four gods secluded themselves from society.  &lt;br /&gt;In order to put an end to this continuing battle, a king shall be born to save the warring regions as stated in the prophecy. The Four Gods shall awaken to find their rightful master and help him redeem their once peaceful and bountiful land.  &lt;br /&gt;How will Dam-Deok accept the prophecy accorded to him? What is the connection of the prophecy to Jumong? What conflicts is Dam-Deok bound to face as he journeys to fulfil the prophecy?   &lt;br /&gt;The Legend's grand unfolding will start weeknights beginning March 10  (Monday) replacing Coffee Prince right after Marimar.&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/5613424136712318431-1478521510220904422?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1478521510220904422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1478521510220904422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1478521510220904422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1478521510220904422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/04/legend.html' title='The Legend.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-4501970559038279105</id><published>2008-03-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:58:17.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Messages'/><title type='text'>TTM(tOuchinG tExT MesEjez)^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-23rlT94EI/AAAAAAAAACY/OSjYVxtLJt0/s1600-h/cp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183000705551425602" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 231px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-23rlT94EI/AAAAAAAAACY/OSjYVxtLJt0/s320/cp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEXT MESSAGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone said, " if you make a wish that can't be true, the sky will cry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then one night, I wished for the one I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;be mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I smiled and fell asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never knew it rained all night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the reason why I cry at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the reason why I hug my pillow tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the reason why I can't sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the reason why I Pray and say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"LORD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAWANG&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...MAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aSwANG&lt;/span&gt;..":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never regret the reasons you make,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just believe in yourself and have faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life isn't perfect..it's a blend of joy and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But whatever life leads you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because of a purpose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first sunlight to kiss your face is my prayer to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Requesting Him to take care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And let you know how special you are in His eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and mine too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;riza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trusting God in everything is the softest pillow on which to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the hardest rock to stand on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God is with you all the time! God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There would be times that you'd meet new friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then you'll gonna live me in a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if those people leave you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just go back to the corner where you left me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still there for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We haven't been together long enough to say--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've been trough a lot or tell many memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But even though our friendship doesn't have much to talk about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's one thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; always be proud of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;buhay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pinili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Buhay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;taliwas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dikta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Manghina&lt;/span&gt; man o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;masugatan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Masaktan&lt;/span&gt; man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;gitna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;inggitan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;pinili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;mabuhay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ngalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;kagandahan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;taddeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will always admire and love those people who stay after seeing the real me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For I can never be what others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;presume&lt;/span&gt; or expect me to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad you're here while I continue to be JUST me.:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be happy with what you have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..while working for what you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember, a happy and successful life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Begins with God and ends for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;isang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;oras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;natitira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;buhay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ikaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;makakasama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Saan&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;dadalhin&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;gagawin&lt;/span&gt; mo para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;mapasaya&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;isang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;oras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Sagutin&lt;/span&gt; mo ha? W8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every message you sent, I kept inside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every word you say is touched upon my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We may not see each other but inside of me you'll always be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...SPECIAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;natchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When God leads you to the edge of a cliff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trust Him fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;and let&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' only one of those two things will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;either he will catch you when you fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or He will teach you how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;raquel&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/5613424136712318431-4501970559038279105?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/4501970559038279105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=4501970559038279105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4501970559038279105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/4501970559038279105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/03/text-messages.html' title='TTM(tOuchinG tExT MesEjez)^__^'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-23rlT94EI/AAAAAAAAACY/OSjYVxtLJt0/s72-c/cp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-1725238224084817601</id><published>2008-03-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:01:09.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-hVIlT94DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l_Wsn1YQvmY/s1600-h/hh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181484977232928818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 244px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-hVIlT94DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l_Wsn1YQvmY/s320/hh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.&lt;strong&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspiration and genius--one and the same.&lt;strong&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says:"Leave no stone unturned."&lt;strong&gt;Edward Bulwer Lytton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?&lt;strong&gt;George Eliot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you would create something,you must be something.&lt;strong&gt;Johann Wolfgang von Goethe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every artist was first an amateur.&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No great man ever complains of want of opportunities.&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men do less than they ought,unless they do all they can.&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Carlyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let thy words be few.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecclesiastes 5:2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysbesideme.com/wisdom.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy are those who dream and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.&lt;strong&gt;Leon J. Suenes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The power of imagination makes us infinite.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First say to yourself what&lt;/span&gt; you would be;and then do what you have to do.&lt;strong&gt;Epictetus &lt;/strong&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/5613424136712318431-1725238224084817601?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/1725238224084817601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=1725238224084817601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1725238224084817601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/1725238224084817601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R-hVIlT94DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l_Wsn1YQvmY/s72-c/hh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613424136712318431.post-7137469471919786744</id><published>2008-03-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:26:16.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R99WUl-NJcI/AAAAAAAAACA/jZNAAKKdJag/s1600-h/Joke01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178953008289752514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R99WUl-NJcI/AAAAAAAAACA/jZNAAKKdJag/s320/Joke01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;USAPAN NG DALAWANG GAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiko: Berto, bakit naghihilamos ka sa inidoro? napakababoy mo ah!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berto: Bakit ako napakababoy, eh malinaw naman at malinis ang tubig na yan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiko: Oo nga! eh hindi mo ba alam na d'yan ako umiinom, tapos hihilamusan mo! huwag naman ganon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa lahat ng numero, 7 ang pinaka-AYOKO" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-abs-cbn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LALAKING LALAKI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mgksama ang mg-ama ng lalakad bglang npadaan cla sa bilihn ng mga laruan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anak: daddy, bili mo ako ng sword... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;daddy: aba! lalaking-lalaki ang anak koh! biglang knuha ng bata ang espada at ang cnabi ay.... anak:ako c reyna amihan! humanda ka hagorn!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;daddy:susmaryosep!!!! bakla pala!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DI MAKATULOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTER: Hindi ako makatulog eh. Kasi iniisip ko yung P500 libong utang ko ka y pare.&lt;br /&gt;MISIS: Madali yan! TAWAGAN MO SI PARE AT SABIHIN MONG HINDI KA MAKAKABAYAD SA UTANG MO SA KANYA PARA SYA NAMAN ANG HINDI MAKATULOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KODIGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahuling may kodigo ang estudyante... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guro: Ano 'to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estudyante: Prayer ko po, ma'am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guro: At bakit answers ang nakasulat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estudyante: Naku! Sinagot na ang prayers ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FIVE SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo: Inday! Ang ganda ng porma mo! Ano ba ang trabaho mo sa Manila? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inday: Five-six po, sir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo: ‘Yung parang Bumbay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inday: Hindi, sir. Pag may P500, payag akong makipag-six.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613424136712318431-7137469471919786744?l=sponjmark008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/feeds/7137469471919786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5613424136712318431&amp;postID=7137469471919786744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7137469471919786744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613424136712318431/posts/default/7137469471919786744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sponjmark008.blogspot.com/2008/03/usapan-ng-dalawang-gago-kiko-berto.html' title='Joke.'/><author><name>ANIMUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00398249353211432374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2a0-viXfco/SQv8W3apfGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cle5sAoIJ10/S220/pencil.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C2a0-viXfco/R99WUl-NJcI/AAAAAAAAACA/jZNAAKKdJag/s72-c/Joke01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
