<?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-2200979131734779221</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:11:27.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My World... \m/(-_-)\m/</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just one of those things I do to kill time, occupy space and enjoy life. Some people laugh out their problems or troubles. I, on the other hand, used to do the same, but now, look for a way to write down whatever I can to forget things, to create my own world and forget reality, to find peace somewhere where no one can contradict me, to find enjoymentin life, and to appreciate some of lifes simple gifts like the laptop... :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-7740166215587214592</id><published>2009-10-31T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:46:08.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Ma'am Panda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My name is Kevin Mikhail H. Gomez of the Class MC-3B in the Humanities Division. I am writing this letter to inform you that in my opinion, I believe that the way my teacher in MC 353 Print and Media Principles, Ms. Jen Gaabucayan, grades her students has no proper basis and no proper calculation whatsoever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;First of all, during our Prelim, Ms. Gaabucayan told her students to supply a folder for our quizzes and activities. I know that it was my fault that I wasn’t able to immediately supply a folder for myself but I believe that not having a folder is not enough reason to fail a student. Also, even if I passed her quizzes and activities, participated greatly in her class, and paid for my faults regarding my absences, she didn’t give me the proper grade that I deserved. She gave me a 77. Now I ask, what exactly is her basis of grading her students?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Second, during our Midterms, most of what we were doing was listening to invited – by her– speakers – which were not giving lectures, but sharing personal experiences as journalists – from different newspapers. Some of these “events” were held during our activity period. During these “events” Teacher Jen would ask a payment of money ranging from P35-P45 each from everyone, all 65 students, as an honorarium for the speaker of the day. I personally didn’t give any money because I believed that 35 each would be too much. Just imagine having to pay at least P35 from each of us? That’s almost P2300. And we’re paying that much for a talk about their life as a journalist? Also, I was being very participative during these events of having speakers. She also gave us a project during midterms to record an interview, and I passed that interview to her. She gave me a 53 grade. I didn’t pay anyone of those speakers, what exactly is her basis of grading this time? The payment?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Lastly, during our pre-finals, I believe that I may have missed maybe two of her activities, but I’m pretty sure that I made up for that loss. I’m very disappointed, Ma’am, because I think that the grade that she gave me was not properly calculated and not properly thought of. She gave me a grade of 49 which pushed me to finally file a complaint against her. I don’t even think that you can give grades as low as 65. I know ma’am that I have my own faults regarding this subject, yet I believe that if she could’ve considered the fact that we were the “experimental batch” she would’ve though more clearly of the way she was teaching and the way she was grading her new college students.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Ma’am Panda, with all due respect, where is the justice in the grades that she has been giving. Even Ma’am Baldovino wouldn’t give grades this low. To think, we didn’t even learn anything worthwhile in Ms. Gaabucayan’s class. She treated us like children and she wouldn’t even give points for participation. Most of the people she failed in our class were those who were always participating – myself included. I just don’t understand why she gave grades as low as 49. I’d rather be debarred that be given a grade like this. At least, if I was debarred, I’d still have 65.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Kevin Mikhail H. Gomez&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-7740166215587214592?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/7740166215587214592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=7740166215587214592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7740166215587214592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7740166215587214592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2009/10/justice.html' title='Justice...'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-557353531179583441</id><published>2009-02-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:45:28.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Holding Water</title><content type='html'>My parents and I had a really long talk last week. right after i posted the last entry, we had this thing. they said that since i was still discerning, i should start experiencing everything there is to experience in life in order to really ground the decision i make about becoming a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that i should still be open to the rest of the world before i make drastic decisions. they were right. i think that i should experience the world more before i decide on things so big as to become a priest. but the idea still lies in my mind and in my heart. there is still that fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past few weeks, i've been starting to really control myself. every time i commit one of the 7 deadly sins, i put a mark on my notebook. i made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Alberto Horta's technique &lt;/span&gt;a reality. he also did that when he was discerning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally told her my feelings. i compressed those four years of untold feelings into about 30 minutes, and at the same time i told her that i was thinking about becoming a Jesuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying those words and talking to her like that really helped me in opening my heart to really falling in love with another, yet i may have done that because she might be the only reason why i might not be able to continue priesthood. either way, i still feel really relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've finally let her go; let the fish out of the cage; the bird out of the aviary; i can finally really find that other without having to compare the other to her;the fish;the bird. (Gets mo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my parents were right. i may be thinking about it too fast. but i can really really see it in my heart. the embers of Gods love are strong within me. strong to the point that i can hear his voice. calling me. telling me to go to the seminary and serve. i have the feeling that the true will of God for me is to become a priest. i believe that i will really enjoy the whole priesthood. i believe that my Lord is calling me there. still, i want to fall in love. i want to really have a really real relationship with someone special. she might be just around the corner, or right under my nose. i'll never know. God knows my plan. He knows that i want to experience things first before i make the "this is really is it" decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i let go of my feelings for her. thats why i want to fall in love. thats why i love God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-557353531179583441?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/557353531179583441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=557353531179583441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/557353531179583441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/557353531179583441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-holding-water.html' title='Like Holding Water'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-434224394028353408</id><published>2009-01-28T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:32:38.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For always being by my side, for always  listening to my short prayers, for always giving  me the right answers(even if its not always positive), for always helping me and my loved one's when we are in need, for always guiding me towards Your love, for always showing me the light of Your hand when I am in the darkest corner, for giving me the capability to love others and You, for making my amateur dreams come true, for teaching me how to serve Your name and wholeness willingly, for being just, for being forgiving, for being kind, for being superior, for being wise, for being everything in my life, for loving me, and for walking by my side. Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm going to be a priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    For the longest time, I never had any idea on what I would do when I grew up or on what I'd be doing in the next 10-15 years. Maybe fantasies but not realistic. I used to want to become a Doctor, but i failed Biology, then a musician, but I realized that i have to have a decent pay, then a lawyer, but I think I be too lazy to study about laws, but to become a Priest? No way. I didn't even believe in God for a few years in highschool. All that has changed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    In college, I joined the church choir. I don't know why, but for some reason, i was drawn there. something kept on pulling me to join. Of course some of my friends invited me, but i still had the feeling that i was being pulled to join the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I have been in the Sub Dominant 7 for 6 months now and counting. In those six months, i realized a lot of things. the most important realization of all is that everyday in our lives, there is a small miracle happening. unnoticed by many because everyone is to preoccupied to watch. The mas tells us the story of the life of Jesus, and relates This story to our lives.  Since His life was of miracles, so is ours. we just have to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I decided that i will become a priest someday.  I realized that  my service in the choir may be fulfilling but there must be a way to be of deeper service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I go to mass everyday. i get to know Jesus better and i get to understand myself better. Believing is so good. to know with all confidence that you are beside Him, that is the Christian faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    The other night, it was raining, and i was looking for a jeepney ride home. three jeepneys have already passed and people were starting to crowd outside the central 911 office in Ponciano street. since there were already so many people, i assumed that a big number of these people were also going to Ma-a. So i prayed. I prayed the Our Father and said "Lord, pahingi naman ng jeep. Ulan man gud tapos daghan naman mi. Please. nya akua lang front seat. bahala na guot bsta maka uli na mi tanan. salamat Lord." i said this prayer with a smile on my face knowing that He was listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    After a few moments (not minutes), not one, but TWO jeeps arrived! Not only that, they were EMPTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    It is in these kinds of small miracles that God shows us how he loves us. I asked for one, He gave me two. He loves us more than we can ever love him, because the amount of love we can ever offer is always returned to us twice as much. that is how much He loves us, and that is the reason why i am answering his call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-434224394028353408?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/434224394028353408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=434224394028353408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/434224394028353408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/434224394028353408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord...'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-5707199419696725946</id><published>2008-10-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:14:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family, A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPn8PpfohHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iVK256-qgGI/s1600-h/SubDominant+7+%28244%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPn8PpfohHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iVK256-qgGI/s320/SubDominant+7+%28244%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258511385698534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the SubDom People and our Family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng pagmamahal na ipinakita ninyo sa amin ng mga kabatch ko, salamat. I think i speak for batch 28 when I say thank you and we love you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito naman, Aking personal Message na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest fellow Subdomers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for showing me what a great FAMILY the Sub Dominant 7 really is. Every moment I Spend with you people is like a sweet summer breeze that only comes once a year. Every note we sing together is the key to our success, not only as a choire, but also as a family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Subdom, I was so alone. Walang patutunguhan halos araw araw. Lagi nalang akong nawawalan ng magawa. Tapos d pa talaga ako nagasimba. Gets niyo? I feared nothing, not even the Lord. But now, I have that faith back, and thats all because of Subdom. Dahil sa Subdom, natutunan kong mahalin Ang Diyos ng tapat talaga to the max. Sky's the limit. Minsan kung Bored na bored na talaga, i'll go somewhere to drink, kahit ako lang isa, ganun ako ka worthles lump... hahaha!!! but all that is gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are great people, and I've seen all of that goodness in all of you. I've never memorized over 30 names in one day, ganun ko kayo lahat ka love. Kuyaw kasi na mention ko lahat ng mga pangalan ng mga people na nasa GS... Newbies and oldies alike... hahah!!! Dba? How could I forget the names of the people who've changed my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me another great family to call my own, and for giving me a shelter where I am safe... God Bless to all of you and "may the abs be with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-5707199419696725946?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/5707199419696725946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=5707199419696725946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5707199419696725946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5707199419696725946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-home.html' title='A Family, A Home'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPn8PpfohHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iVK256-qgGI/s72-c/SubDominant+7+%28244%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-2043820548682785901</id><published>2008-08-07T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:43:51.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me... Me.... 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Its Khewl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-3058134600048435790?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/3058134600048435790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=3058134600048435790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3058134600048435790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3058134600048435790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/07/fancy-pants-adventures.html' title='FANCY PANTS ADVENTURES!'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-5044638048062068791</id><published>2008-07-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:37:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;In our world today, many things are changing. Now fortunately for us – mass com students – one of the most highly developed things known to man is the mass media – from text messaging to 10.5 mega pixel Digital SLR cameras. Everything! Because of this, is it safe to say that the people in the mass media industry should be the one’s who are educating the people in our country?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;Everyone watches the movies. Everyone watches films and &lt;i style=""&gt;teleseryes&lt;/i&gt; and commercials. So that means the movie industry and the film industry, along with the television industry, should be the one’s who are actually educating our people, am I right? Filipinos – in particular – are now turning into a dim-witted race. The funny thing here is that our intellect, through the years, is exponentially deteriorating. Somebody should do something about this, and since the mass media is available to everyone, they should be the one’s who are reeducating our people, our nation, our homeland. Even some of our Government officials are stupid, what more are the poor, uneducated Filipinos living in the streets and begging for extra change?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;In the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there is such a large amount of people who wholly support the Mainstream Filming industry – industries such as Viva Films, ABS-CBN, GMA, Star Magic, etc. The people in our country love these because of the actors and actresses playing the leading roles of the characters in the movies and because of the themes such movies possess (even if the theme has been used over and over and over again). But the question here is that if they learn anything from them, anything critical or anything that shows them the truth about many things around them? Maybe they do, but not as much as they should. Mainstream movies have very shallow themes and very little educational and academic information. They’re all entertainers, and not educators. Shouldn’t the media be a medium of educating others? Shouldn’t it be able to express more educating than entertaining? In the filming industry, the real target of the artists, directors, producers and staff is to be able to entertain the public, so that they can capture their attention, and to educate, once the attention is in the palm of their hands. They have to be able to teach good morals to those people in our country and not just show us how Aga Mulach and Anne Curtis Fell in love in a Beach, or how Vhong Navarro Got to be &lt;i style=""&gt;Lasticman&lt;/i&gt;. Love is not a lesson to be taught, isn’t it? Isn’t a thing like love something that is taught to us by the world itself, by our experiences in life and by the trials and failures we have made? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;In independent Films, they tackle more serious topics about the world around us, and the events that are happening in our country – may it be a current issue or otherwise. In these films, they aim to really educate the people and to entertain them as well. They have their target market and they try to really capture them, but unfortunately, they don’t get to always get what they want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Independent films have deeper and more serious issues in their content. They try to show the lessons in ways that are obvious and at the same time entertaining. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;So should we balance the support between the mainstream and independent movies? No! We should actually turn the tide. Because the strength of the mainstream now is so impenetrable that even if we support both at an equal level, the mainstream will still be the one which the people will prefer to watch. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Rockwell;"&gt;There are so many good independent films in our country. They may not have actors and actresses as good as those in the mainstream industry, but the things they try to get across are very well thought of, factual and honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-5044638048062068791?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/5044638048062068791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=5044638048062068791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5044638048062068791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5044638048062068791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/07/indis.html' title='Indis'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-6198825453438258502</id><published>2008-07-20T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:00:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beerkada... ASTIG BAI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWv9qF62HKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWv9qF62HKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Kk1QkMusQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Kk1QkMusQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-6198825453438258502?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/6198825453438258502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=6198825453438258502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6198825453438258502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6198825453438258502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/07/beerkada-astig-bai.html' title='The Beerkada... ASTIG BAI!'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-3922874881261569728</id><published>2008-06-23T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:31:03.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Jams -- Force It. If It Breaks -- It Needed Fixing Anyway</title><content type='html'>I am in serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;There are times in a man's life&lt;br /&gt;when he makes a most terrible&lt;br /&gt;mistake to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my time has come.&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid,&lt;br /&gt;and the right reasons of doing so&lt;br /&gt;seems to be invisible&lt;br /&gt;to the naked or clothed eye.&lt;br /&gt;I was careful, and I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice&lt;br /&gt;and I regret ever having no choice.&lt;br /&gt;I got involved,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a fool to have ever gotten involved.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fool, and I am not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate what I have done,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me&lt;br /&gt;that not all things good are right,&lt;br /&gt;and not all bad things are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now,&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew what really happened,&lt;br /&gt;what I did was good, but it wasn't right;&lt;br /&gt;what I did was bad, but it wasn't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I  had no bad intention,&lt;br /&gt;I only came along because I had to.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her alone  out there you know.&lt;br /&gt;She'd go anyway,  with or without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistent and fearless,&lt;br /&gt;a person of great  strength.&lt;br /&gt;With a heart of a lion&lt;br /&gt;and the timidness of a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one can get in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried,&lt;br /&gt;but she's apparently&lt;br /&gt;stronger than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weak,&lt;br /&gt;helpless,&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;and disgraceful&lt;br /&gt;creation.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible things have happened to me in my life&lt;br /&gt;but this,&lt;br /&gt;by far&lt;br /&gt;is the hornet among th bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just let the leaves flow,&lt;br /&gt;and the autumn wind take the guilt away.&lt;br /&gt;I feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;In the state of calamity,&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in the state of calamity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible, terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have gotten this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-3922874881261569728?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/3922874881261569728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=3922874881261569728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3922874881261569728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3922874881261569728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-it-jams-force-it-if-it-breaks-it.html' title='If It Jams -- Force It. If It Breaks -- It Needed Fixing Anyway'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-8576468745069124241</id><published>2008-06-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:36:06.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a friend who now lives in Manila. He's part of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barkada &lt;/span&gt;and one of the most intelligent  guys among us. I'm not going to put his name here for privacy reasons. Anyway, (magtatagalog nalan ako ha) gusto ko sanag ipagmalaki ang isang to. napaka bright, at napaka bait. First impression ko sa kanya noon was "hilas" or "wala'y ayo" pero mali talaga ako. noon ko pa na realize na mali ako ok... baka isipin nio na ngayon lang kasi tinulungan nia ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eto siya, since the lord didn't give me the gift of  knowledge, minsan nagaamit ko naman ang gift nitong kabarkada kong ito. This is one of those instances where I asked for help, and he was there to lend me a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kibinoy=Me&lt;br /&gt;War_shock6=Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Bai!!&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: help...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: haha&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: sige ano man?@_@&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: kabalo ka kung unsa ng mga social implications ng chuch?&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Wala man gud sa net bai...&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: ang cge rag gawas kay mga social implications ng computer, technology, etc...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: hmm teka&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: what do you mean by social implication?&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: what exactly?&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Ang kanyang effect cguro sa people....&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: hmm&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: ganito kasi&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: diba separate ang church and state?&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: yup...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: the state provides the legislation and ordinances for the people&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: however, the church serves as a check and balance to the state&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: sort of like a moral compass&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: for example&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: the state would like to pass a legislation legalizing prostitution&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: of course the church would go against that&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: and, by influencing the people to go against it, it serves as a check and balance to the state&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: so that the state doesn't have too much power and doesn't abuse it&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: and at the same time, the legislations being passed are morally and ethically correct&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: ahh....&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: hahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: salamat bai.... ur a genius....&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: So thats basically it?&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: pero teka&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: ok...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: it's not just the state ha&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: it also serves as a moral standard for other things&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: like the church has the power to complain against the entertainment business&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: when the entertainment business produces films/commercials/shows that, in the church's view, are morally decadent.&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: the church basically serves as an upholder of moral decadence in society, making sure that industrialization and advancement in technology will not affect the moral character of the country's people&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: yun&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Ah ok...&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: hahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Salamat bai...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: npnp&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Salamat bai.... where would i be if you didn't have YM.... hahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: lol&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: wala ra 'to oi&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Anyway, i have to translate all that into an essay pa...hehhe...&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Salamat ulit bai...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: sige sige&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Tama diay...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: gl with your essay&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: ?&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: mu balik ba ka sa Kadayawan???&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6:ay dili pa lagi sure&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: pero ganahan ko&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: I text ko ha...&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Kanang one week befor...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: lagi lagi&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: text2x lang&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: para maka pananghid na ko daan...&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: ah sige sige&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: hehhe....&lt;br /&gt;war_shock6: aytayt&lt;br /&gt;kibinoy: Salamat ulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita nio? Even if he's a smart ass and a nerd at times, he still has his cool side. Matalino na chuy pa! Oha, asa ka ana? I praise this guy, bow down talaga ako... Salamat ulit bai... hahah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-8576468745069124241?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/8576468745069124241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=8576468745069124241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/8576468745069124241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/8576468745069124241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-friend-who-now-lives-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-7505957519189016150</id><published>2008-06-01T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:21:03.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply.... Hmmm... (?)</title><content type='html'>i'm not really sure with this whole multiply thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    my whole blogging experience in my entire  life was done here. now im in an entirely new world of blogging, music, chatting, connecting, etc. multiply is what they call it. they say that theyre aim is to give the world a better means of communication with people you know, but, hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i'm still kinda not used to the whole thing. there's too much of everything. i don't even know how to add people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    anyway, wish me luck, im gonna need it... hahah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-7505957519189016150?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/7505957519189016150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=7505957519189016150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7505957519189016150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7505957519189016150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/06/multiply-hmmm.html' title='Multiply.... 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(?)'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-7757622835179917651</id><published>2008-04-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:23.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Behind th Rainbow Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBkaXhkuOBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_VOj9aa_x1Y/s1600-h/RAmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBkaXhkuOBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_VOj9aa_x1Y/s320/RAmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195212636600285202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;For Naruto Fans Only&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Ok, so we all know him right? We all know Uzumaki Naruto, the boy who has the kyubi (nine-tailed fox) sealed inside his body. We also know that it was none other than the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Hokage (the highest ninja rank in a certain village is called a Kage) Yondaime who sealed the kyubi inside Naruto’s body. Also, let’s not forget the one and only Akatsuki, who are known as a group of elite ninjas that have abandoned their villages to cause havoc and devastation. The thing here is that Naruto has been chased by the Akatsuki for more than three years. We all know why right? Its because the Akatsuki leader wants the powers of the Bijuus for himself and his comrades. The real question here is that who is the Akatsuki Leader? Hehehe… while you’re reading this, you’ll eventually find out.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Naruto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBkcuxkuOCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SqMzt722j0w/s1600-h/kazehokage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBkcuxkuOCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SqMzt722j0w/s320/kazehokage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195215235055499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;NARUTO &lt;/b&gt;is a young ninja striving to become the best among the rest. He is very kind hearted, passionate, quick tempered, confident and he would do anything for his friends. With the nine-tailed fox sealed inside his body, Naruto is one of the most powerful anime characters you will ever encounter. His dream is to become the Hokage someday. Trained by the one and only Hatake Kakashi, the copycat ninja who can copy any technique in the blink of an eye, and Jiraiya Sama, one of the Legendary Sanin (a special kind of ninja rank that is almost just as good as the Kages themselves). Naruto, as a young ninja, was part of Team 7 otherwise known as team Kakashi. Team Kakashi was led, of course, by Kakashi and his students were Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke. Sasuke was one of Naruto’s dearest friends and Naruto was the type of person who would do anything to help his friends. At the end, Sasuke ended up into going to the dark side with Orochimaru, another one of the Legendary Sanin. Since Naruto knew that he didn’t stand a chance against Orochimaru and his army, he went with Jiraiya for a long and harsh training for success. But we all know that right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Yondaime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlL7xkuOEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jV_DEbGRT2A/s1600-h/naruto-yondaime_20070619_134518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlL7xkuOEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jV_DEbGRT2A/s320/naruto-yondaime_20070619_134518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267135440304194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;THERE ISN’T THAT MUCH TO SAY ABOUT YONDAIME&lt;/b&gt; because he only shows up in the first episode of the series. All I know about him is that he is the 4th Hokage otherwise known as the “Konoha Yellow Flash.” Yondaime is also an apprentice of Jiraiya. Trained by the best and turned to the best, that’s Yondaime. He is the sensei of Hatake Kakashi. He also was the one who sealed the nine-tailed fox into Naruto’s body. After sealing the Kyubi, his body was offered to the “God of Death.” Some say that Yondaime is Naruto’s Father, or Uncle or something. I’m not really sure… you be the judge. Anyway, we all know he’s dead right? Hehehe… think again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Why am I so caught up in this now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlK3hkuODI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qx3_HH2WCLk/s1600-h/akatsuki-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlK3hkuODI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qx3_HH2WCLk/s320/akatsuki-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195265962914232370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Akatsuki is a group of elite ninjas&lt;/span&gt;. The best of the best assassins you’ll ever see on TV. They all have their own little specialty and their forehead protectors all have a scratch symbolizing the abandonment of their own village. Orochimaru was once part of this organization when suddenly he just decided that he can do it by himself, or maybe something else? Among the members of the Akatsuki is Uchiha Itachi. Itachi is Sasuke’s only brother and also Sasuke’s reason on joining Orochimaru and his army. Sasuke’s aim in life is to kill Itachi because Itachi killed everyone else in the Uchiha Clan. Anyway, so the Akatsuki *Blah Blah Blah*… and then we find ourselves wondering who the leader is… right? Every time the show gives us a glimpse of the Akatsuki leader, all we see is a guy with spiky hair and a rainbow colored face. Where’s the fun in that? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Just recently, I was looking at some pictures in the internet. I logged in to google images and jotted down “Yondaime.” After a few seconds I saw this… WHAT!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlNARkuOGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sodwk8zIvkU/s1600-h/akatsukiyondaime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBlNARkuOGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Sodwk8zIvkU/s320/akatsukiyondaime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195268312261343330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Yondaime is the Akatsuki leader… *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dun dun dun&lt;/span&gt;* *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thunder Clapping and Lightning Strikes&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;If you think that this is a very pointless post, believe me, I think so too… but the world has to know! Yondaime, the Konoha yellow flash/4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Hokage, is the Akatsuki leader!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Unfortunately, I was corrected  by a certain ass-wipe named Paulo Prieto who, by the way, is a YLS... ask him... he knows what it is... Also, he gave me a site that has the rest of the neruto stuff thats off the charts, or the televisions. Well, thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Pau, everyone knows that were really good friends... but YLS... im gonne get you someday... you kiss-ass spoiler... hehe...  joke lang bai..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-7757622835179917651?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/7757622835179917651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=7757622835179917651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7757622835179917651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/7757622835179917651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-behind-th-rainbow-mask.html' title='The Man Behind th Rainbow Mask'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBkaXhkuOBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_VOj9aa_x1Y/s72-c/RAmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-6420952372339235475</id><published>2008-04-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:23.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Hey! I'm A Smart-ass Ain't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBQzIRkuN6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LKZ1RqUE_OE/s1600-h/blah+blah+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBQzIRkuN6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LKZ1RqUE_OE/s320/blah+blah+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193832487514421154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;One sad Saturday afternoon, I was watching a dvd in my parents'  room. Halfway into the movie, just when everything was starting to sizzle, my mom walks in with disturbing news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Mom: Kev, parang kailangan na yata natin mag lipat ng bahay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kevin: Lipat? Bakit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;M: Kasi parang hindi man maganda ang neighborhood na ito. &lt;/span&gt;Ayoko na yata dito. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Ang mga kapatid mo hindi ko pa nasabihan, pero feeling ko ok lang sa kanila kasi wala man din silang mga kilala dito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;K: Nge? Tapos ako? Ka dami ko na bayang mga memories dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tapos ka dami ko na ring mga kakilala... lugi naman ako...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(I go out, Dad comes in)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Dad: O, nasabihan mo na?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;M: O pero ayaw. Kaw nga mag usap sa kanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Dad goes out, and into my room)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;D: O Kev, nasabihan ka na ni Mommy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;K: Yeah, but I don’t wanna go dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;D: Why? Its for the better you know, and besides, you have that “Charm” with you. You’ll make new friends in no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;K: But dad, &lt;i style=""&gt;this place is like home to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“But dad, this place is like home to me.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;Not a really smart answer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;But hey! I’m a smart-ass ain’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To those who are reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no truth in this particular post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just got bored and this is what I do when I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-6420952372339235475?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/6420952372339235475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=6420952372339235475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6420952372339235475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6420952372339235475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/but-hey-im-smart-ass-aint-i.html' title='But Hey! I&apos;m A Smart-ass Ain&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBQzIRkuN6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LKZ1RqUE_OE/s72-c/blah+blah+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-3809265719484725914</id><published>2008-04-26T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:24.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBSkDxkuN7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WzIngjJDOh0/s1600-h/totality.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBSkDxkuN7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WzIngjJDOh0/s320/totality.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193956655018948530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I believe that the only game I have ever, ever loved was none other than Pokemon! I love it! I have played, and finished each and every Pokemon game from pokemon Yellow-Emerald.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Actually, the games are separated into four groups. I have played the first three groups because, unfortunately, the fourth was designed for a Nintendo DS, which I, apparently, don't have. These groups are called "Generations" and these Generations also has their own divisions called “Versions.” Now, each generation has its own storyline, own characters, and own pokemon and each version has the exact storyline as the other versions in the Generation (Are you getting all that?). Though all of them have many differences, there is always one ultimate goal. Defeat the Pokemon League and reign as pokemon master. I’m telling you, it’s a beautiful, beautiful game that I think you will eventually love as much as I do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Generation 1 (Versions: Yellow, Red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; Green and Blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The first Generation revolves on the original master, the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXt4BkuN-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LOoHW9YrBu8/s1600-h/Pikachu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXt4BkuN-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LOoHW9YrBu8/s320/Pikachu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194319291992651746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; master among the masters, the one and only, Ash Catchem. Ash is a 12 year old boy who has a dream of becoming the best among the rest. His starter is Pikachu, a lightning type pokemon who can create enormous electric charges and colossal thunder bolts with a little help from his red cheeks. The game is simple really. The key is patience, trust and teamwork. You can’t just train one pokemon because you’ll need a whole battalion to win the game with flying colors. At first, it was a real challenge. But at the end, it was all worth it. The first version in this generation, and this game as well, is called Yellow Version. This version, for me, is definitely the best. It’s the original and it has all that energy in it for something so old. It’s fabulous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Generation 2 (Versions: &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Crystal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Gold and Silver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Pokemon Crystal, the very first RPG (Role Playing Game) I've ever&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXzOhkuOAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6TcI6o35F6M/s1600-h/Suicune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXzOhkuOAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6TcI6o35F6M/s320/Suicune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325176097847298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; accomplished. One of the best, I tell you, I memorized every encounter like it was written on the back of my hand. What’s so cool about this Generation is that this is where they started adding new pokemon. Originally, there are 152 pokemon but in these versions, there were, I think, 304? And they all looked like so new and powerful. All of them were stunning at first, but I just kinda got used to them. In these versions, there is a legend that envelopes the storyline (actually, there’s a legend on all versions, but I think this one has the best). About a bird, that has rainbow colored feathers, and three unwillingly powerful dogs, that can control the volcanoes, the thunderclouds and the seas. These three were punished and banished from the world and turned to stone. Unfortunately, you’re going to have to wake them up if you want to finish the game. Hehehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Generation 3 (Versions: Emerald, Sapphire and Ruby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;These, my friends, are the latest. If Gen 1 wins on best&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXxJxkuN_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QmTNgIFLo6g/s1600-h/rayquaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBXxJxkuN_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QmTNgIFLo6g/s320/rayquaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194322895470213106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; storyline and best picture, Gen 2 wins the best legend and best actor, Gen 3 definitely wins best graphics, battle style, and many more (most colorful, prettiest character, coolest pokemon, worst bosses, etc…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The best thing about this is that you can really explore the place, and I mean EXPLORE. It’s so big, biggest map ever I think. And the puzzles will drive you nuts. Damn, I miss this game. The only thing I can say about this Generation is that it has way better graphics, sound, pokemon, and shitty stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Actually, I can't really explain how I exactly love this game. Maybe because when I had no one to turn to, this was my only output of terrible feelings. Anyway, if anyone asks me what i love the most or what my favorite past-time is, its definitely Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-3809265719484725914?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/3809265719484725914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=3809265719484725914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3809265719484725914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3809265719484725914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-this-game.html' title='I Love This Game'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBSkDxkuN7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WzIngjJDOh0/s72-c/totality.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-6447935395704785952</id><published>2008-04-24T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:25.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGPoRkuNyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r4ogQmOdwHM/s1600-h/Marilog+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089767409858338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGPoRkuNyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r4ogQmOdwHM/s320/Marilog+%289%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"April 21, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2008 Monday. A Lot or things happened that day. Many endearing encounters with many discreet things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We were going on a road trip. Me , my parents, my sister, my grandpa, and my cousin. Marilog was the destination, and far away was the location. At first, I really didn't want to go, and while I was in the car, I just slept. There wasn't a pinch of interest in my mind, but just a pinch. not even enough to make me want to wake up and eat, but i didn't have any choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, the reason why we went there was that my mom bought a little patch of land in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marilog&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Pr&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;ovince&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. About 4 times the size or our lot here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Davao&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and about 40 times less likable as well. What can I say? I admit, it was a drag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCKnxkuNqI/AAAAAAAAACA/KH_3bMMv9l0/s1600-h/P4210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192802786285074082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCKnxkuNqI/AAAAAAAAACA/KH_3bMMv9l0/s320/P4210001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;After more than an hour on the road, we finally got there. Dad parked the car near a local church. The church was standing right next to a pretty steep cliff and it looked like it was about to collapse any minute. Just going near it made me feel nauseous. Little did I know that we were supposed to go down that cliff to go to our "little patch of land"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So it was me, my mom, my dad, my cousin, my sister and Boy, the amazing-mountain-walker guy who looks like Gandalf from "Lord of The Rings". He's our guide. We left Tatay behind because, at his age, he can't possibly survive a long walk like that, he wouldn't even be able to go as far as ten steps... [no offense &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;y&lt;/st1:place&gt;... :) ]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCQ5xkuNtI/AAAAAAAAACY/u1yOQ-SdPvQ/s1600-h/P4210021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192809692592486098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCQ5xkuNtI/AAAAAAAAACY/u1yOQ-SdPvQ/s320/P4210021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;25 minutes of walking up-hill and down-hill. Tiring? Yes. Worth-it? Nope. I'm sorry to say this but it looked terrible. When we got there, I immediately said "This is what we walked for?" It was terrible! It was hot and weedy and messy and dangerous! It was terrible! Its a good thing there were pretty interesting looking bugs down there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCShhkuNuI/AAAAAAAAACg/YQvsSewVIb8/s1600-h/P4210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192811475003913954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCShhkuNuI/AAAAAAAAACg/YQvsSewVIb8/s320/P4210032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Usually, here in the city, when we see flies, we kill them, right? Not only because of their filthy existence, but also because of their disgusting features. Here, on the other hand, is different. In Marilog, their flies have really, really BIG GREEN EYES. I was so amazed! I've never seen a green eyed fly before. They were big and looky. You know what looky is? It means they look at you... a lot! They just kept on looking. I don't know... maybe I had something on my face or something... it was weird. They even followed us back up to the car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;When we got back to the car, food was our first target. Because of that exhausting &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGUuRkuN5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6w-edkW1WK4/s1600-h/Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193095368047212434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGUuRkuN5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6w-edkW1WK4/s320/Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walk in the mountain/forest/wasteland(/soccer field?), hunger became the new problem. As soon as we had our eyes on the car, and said hi to Tatay, food was in our minds. Food food food… mmmmmmmmm…. &lt;b&gt;:9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;After eating, drinking and a little farting, if I might say, we all went in the car and the car went even deeper into the roads of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marilog&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Province&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Well, not really that deep inside, maybe just about 200 meters further in. Anyway, we went to another patch of land, with coffee planted all over, and children playing all around. It was a hill on the mountain. And not just any ordinary hill, you see, there was a legend amongst us at the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;There was this house you see. And this house was standing on top of this hill you hear. Now, this ain’t no ordinary house. Its abandoned. Why? Oh, you wouldn’t want to know, but I’ll tell ye anyway… *Evil Laugh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So there was a house at the top most part of the hill. Actually, it was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCVqBkuNwI/AAAAAAAAACs/GfPTmqb8uYs/s1600-h/P4210041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192814919567685378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBCVqBkuNwI/AAAAAAAAACs/GfPTmqb8uYs/s320/P4210041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a pretty nice looking house. The sad part about it was that there was once one man who lived in that house, who died. He was at the roof, fixing something, they said, and it was at the middle of a heavy ferocious rain. They say that he just fell of, and his skull opened along with the fall. Some say that they saw someone, or something, go up the roof with him hit his head with something. Some say he was struck by lightning. No one knows exactly, but they do know this. Ever since that accident happened, people have never lasted a day in that house. They call it nothing and they treat it like nothing so that nothing goes in and nothing goes out. But hey! I got a glimpse of nothing! That’s cool right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;On the way back home, we came across this little café along the road. I didn’t see it at first because I was asleep going to Marilog. Unfortunately, time did not allow me to go back to sleep on our trip back, but its ok because I got to eat really nice and fresh tasting bread.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGRvxkuN4I/AAAAAAAAADs/-ZNvSW13gbA/s1600-h/Marilog+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193092095282132866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGRvxkuN4I/AAAAAAAAADs/-ZNvSW13gbA/s320/Marilog+%2812%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGQ3xkuN2I/AAAAAAAAADc/tpCsjGtm_t8/s1600-h/Marilog+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193091133209458530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGQ3xkuN2I/AAAAAAAAADc/tpCsjGtm_t8/s320/Marilog+%2810%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The café’s name was Logdeck. It was owned by an Israeli&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGPyhkuNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/tCZzKeAQX1Y/s1600-h/Marilog+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089943503517490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGPyhkuNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/tCZzKeAQX1Y/s320/Marilog+%2811%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;te and a rather nice one if I might add. He served us so generously. He gave a cup o’ Joe for everyone, nice Israelite pita bread, and one really big omelet for everyone on the house(ok... only the first batch of bread was on the house... unfortunately, we ordered a lot more food afterwards...). The omelet was wonderful; it had all these different spices in it. Parsley, oregano, chives, and some onions I think. Anyway, the owner/cook/waiter’s name was Odet. He must’ve been the same age as my parents; he had a rather amusing accent, white balding hair, and a good sense of taste, that’s for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;At the end, everything went well. We all enjoyed ourselves, had a nice afternoon home, had a nice nap, had good food to eat and, most importantly, a good story to tell. I enjoyed our trip to Marilog, even though at first I thought it was going to be terrible. It was actually very exciting, fun and delightful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Unfortunately, we weren't able to get any more pictures because the camera's battery ran dry on us. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-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/2200979131734779221-6447935395704785952?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/6447935395704785952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=6447935395704785952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6447935395704785952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/6447935395704785952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-away-from-home.html' title='A Trip Away From Home'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SBGPoRkuNyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r4ogQmOdwHM/s72-c/Marilog+%289%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-3015023014126226299</id><published>2008-04-18T23:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:25.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Babae Nga Naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmabqltFdI/AAAAAAAAABY/vyp8dM_6yzU/s1600-h/WonderWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmabqltFdI/AAAAAAAAABY/vyp8dM_6yzU/s320/WonderWoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190849845600785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    This morning, my mom found this poem in her drawer. It was entitled “I Just Can’t Understand You Woman.” It was written by an anonymous writer and it seemed that it was written ages ago. The paper looked like it would turn to dust at any minute and it was written with a typewriter. The paper had torn edges and all of the sides had, at least, one part torn in half. There were also holes in it that seemed to look like the beginning of its turning to dust.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This poem was actually very intriguing. My mom told me to read the damn thing and make a song out of it, but instead, I’ll write it down here first so that some people can bear with me… :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, this is how it goes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I Just Can’t Understand You Woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If you’re well dressed, she thinks you’re a playboy&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not, she thinks you’re rugged&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss her, you’re not a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, you’re not a man&lt;br /&gt;If you praise her, she thinks you’re lying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If your don’t, you’re good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;If you agree with all her likes, she abuses&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, she doubts your love&lt;br /&gt;If you make romance, you are an experienced man&lt;br /&gt;If you visit her often, she claims it’s boring&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, she accuses you of double-crossing&lt;br /&gt;If you visit another, she accuses you of being a traitor&lt;br /&gt;If she is visited by another, Ah, it’s but natural for a girl&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a minute late, she complains it’s hard to wait&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on time, for hours she’ll make you wait&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If you propose love within a brief acquaintanship, you’re a fresh guy&lt;br /&gt;If you postpone it to later, she wonders why?&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to assist her in crossing the street, you lack ethics&lt;br /&gt;If you do, she thinks it’s just one of mans tactics&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss her once in a while, she says you’re abusing&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;If you kiss her always, she says you don’t respect her&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t kiss her at all, she says you’re dry&lt;br /&gt;If you contradict her, she does not like it&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, she thinks you’re easily deceived&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Woman – thou art so simple yet so complex to understand&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, how was it? Whaddaya think huh? Hehehhe…. And tell me, how on earth am I going to make a song out of that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-3015023014126226299?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/3015023014126226299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=3015023014126226299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3015023014126226299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3015023014126226299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/ang-babae-nga-naman.html' title='Ang Babae Nga Naman'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmabqltFdI/AAAAAAAAABY/vyp8dM_6yzU/s72-c/WonderWoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-2930366170352047649</id><published>2008-04-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:25.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahal Ko Ang Bayan Ko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmZoKltFcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAYaH0MFRs0/s1600-h/philippine-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190848960837522882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmZoKltFcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAYaH0MFRs0/s320/philippine-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nanonood ako ng news kanina sa tv at nalaman ko na ang populasyon pala nating mga Pinoy ay dodoble na sa loob ng tatlumpu’t limang taon lamang! Paano na ang mga magiging anak ko? At mga apo? Paano na ang kinabukasan ng ating bayan? Halos 88.4 million na yata ang populasyon ng Pilipinas sa kasalukuyan at ayon sa mga taong nagtatrabaho sa UP at nag-se-specialize sa mga bagay tulad ng population, aabot na daw ng 177.3-.4 million ang ating bilang base sa mga findings nila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Isa pa, ang presyo ng bigas sa Pilipinas ay tumataas din. 17 years old pa ako, kaya nagwoworry na ako. Paano na kaya kung nakapagtapos na ako ng pagaaral, kung may sarili na akong buhay’t pamilya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="color:black;"&gt;Paano na? mahal na nga ang bigas ngayon, ano pa kaya sa future? Alangan namang magasa nalang ako sa mga institusyong namimigay ng libreng bigas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;Paano kung wala sila sa kung saan ako nakatira? Hahabulin ko pa ba sila? Mahirap na ito, kahit na maging isang successful person ako sa mundong ito, mahirap parin noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Napanood ko rin kanina sa TV na may isang lugar sa Bohol na umaasa lang sa mga isdang nahuhuli nila sa karagatan. Ang bayan kasi nila nasa tabi lang ng dagat, at karamihan sa mga tao doon, mga mangingisda. Ngayong napakarami na ng mga Pinoy, napakarami narin ng mga mangingisda, at dahil marami ng mangingisda, dahandahang nauubos ang mga isda sa kanilang lugar. Paano na yan? Ano na ang ipapakain nila sa kanilang mga pamilya? Diba isang problema rin yan na kailangang ayusin ng lahat ng mga Pilipinong tulad mo? Sigurado akong hindi lang yan nangyayari sa Bohol. Sa buong Pilipinas ito nangyayari. Doon lang sa Bohol nagsisimulang maghasik ng lagim ang mga consequence ng ating mga nagagawang katangahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;May isa pang problema. Mayroon tayong, more or less, 400,000 fresh graduates every year. Karamihan sa kanila, nagkakatrabaho naman, pero kahit na ganoon, mahirap parin kasi ang dami paring mga graduates ang hindi nakakahanap ng trabaho. Halos 64.4 thousand fresh graduates ang hindi nakakahanap ng trabaho. Malaki parin yun,at nadadag-dagan pa lalo ang dami ng mga unemployed sa ating bansa, e ang dami dami na nga nila; ang dami dami ng tao, ang dami dami ng problema, pamilya at walang pera. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mahirap na to! Ano ba ang nangyayari sa ating pinakamamahal na ”Inang Bayan”? Bakit ba pahirap na tayo ng pahirap? Papatong patong na kasi, simula sa bigas, hanggang sa populasyon. Ano ba yan!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;May mga plano pa naman ako sa buhay, pero kung ganito lang din pala ang mangyayari dito, mas gugustuhin ko nalang umalis at magpakasaya sa labas ng bansang ito... kahit na masakit sa aking kalooban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ang dami-dami na kasi talagang mga problema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Population, most likely, will double in 35 years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Rice in our country is getting too expensive, even though we're rich in it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Many of our fishermen can’t catch fish the same as before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Even if the fishermen can catch as much, it still won’t be enough to both support their families, and to earn a living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A living in this country can only be called “a living” if it’s used with “hell” at the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. There are 400,000 graduates every year, and still, there are 64.4 thousand fresh graduates that are unemployed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. The people running our country are, evil, stupid, corrupt and destructive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"   style="font-family:courier new;color:black;"&gt;8. Wala na akong pera pang labas ng bahay! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Konti palang yan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sigurado akong marami ring nagiisip ng ganito. Hindi lang ako, bata pa ako e kaya wala ako masyadong masabi. Kaya ganito nalang ang gagawin natin. Bigyan ninyo ako ng pera panglabas ng bahay para maayos ko ang mga problema ng Pilipinas. Alam kong kaya kong ayusin ang mga ito, pero kailangan ko lang talaga ng pera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Ganito ako pag Summer. Summer + walang summer class = walang pera &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Basta! Give me money, and I’ll solve our problems! Believe in me. Please… :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2200979131734779221-2930366170352047649?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/2930366170352047649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=2930366170352047649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/2930366170352047649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/2930366170352047649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/mahal-ko-ang-bayan-ko.html' title='Mahal Ko Ang Bayan Ko!'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAmZoKltFcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAYaH0MFRs0/s72-c/philippine-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-3835270371261651931</id><published>2008-04-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:25.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bai, naa kay load? Pa-text beh? Please…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAX8GqltFaI/AAAAAAAAABA/qni1DoKPrCY/s1600-h/t-mobile-mda-dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAX8GqltFaI/AAAAAAAAABA/qni1DoKPrCY/s320/t-mobile-mda-dash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189831337056212386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“I know that I have let you down,&lt;br /&gt;And what I do is always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you that I will be good,&lt;br /&gt;And just for you I will be strong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Tears are rolling down my face,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of losing you makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I just want us to be okay again,&lt;br /&gt;Please, don’t say goodbye.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Naktanggap na ba kayo ng ganitong klaseng message sa cell phone ninyo? &lt;/span&gt;Ako, halos araw araw ako nakakakuha ng ganito. Mga dalawa, at least, sa isang araw. Minsan nga gusto ko ng ibenta para magkapera naman ako kahit konti, pero wala na yatang mga bobong bumibili ng text message. May unli na kasi ngayon e. Ang talagang nakakatuwa sa mga ganitong klasesng mensahe ay ang kanilang mga mensanheng sinusubukang ibaabot sa mga tao. Iisa lang naman ang kanilang sinasabi… &lt;i style=""&gt;“sorry and I want you back… please?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Wala naman akong anything against sa mga quotes quotes na ‘to, sa totoo nga e minsan gusto kong gumawa ng sarili kong quote na pwedeng makalat sa buong Pilipinas. Pero parang may requirements pa yata ang ganoon. May entrance exam pa nga siguro e. Kaya for now, college nalang muna ang tatapusin ko. Diba Mommy? :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Minsan, may mga message din na bastos at naguutos… di ‘yung mga sine-send sa’yo ng nanay mo pag nasalabas ka at may gusto silang ipabili, ang tinutukoy ko ay ang mga message na nagsasabing &lt;i style=""&gt;“send this to 20 people or the love of your life will die in 2 minutes.”&lt;/i&gt; Umiinit talaga ang ulo ko sa mga ganito..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Father almighty, please guide me today and never let me go, help me in all of the things that might give me pain and heal me when I am in grave danger. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to 20 people or the love of your life will die in 2 minutes. Ingat… :)” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ok na &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt; e. Ang ganda na &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ng prayer, e hihingi pa pala ng ransom ang nagsend kasi nasa mga kamay nia pala ang buhay ng pinaka-mamahal mo. Isa palang ransom note in disguise ang prayer na ito! Wala siyang pakialam kung ano ang gawin mo para masend mo yan sa 20 people, basta 2 minutes lang ang binibigay niya sa’yo. Parang sa teleserye, o mas masahol pa. Wala naman siyang makukuha kung patayin nia ang pinaka-mamahal mo diba? &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kakainis kasi may Ingat pa sa banding huli. &lt;/span&gt;Minsan &lt;i style=""&gt;“Gud PM” &lt;/i&gt;o &lt;i style=""&gt;“Gud AM”&lt;/i&gt; pa. Kakainis! &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;May mga naniniwala pa talaga sa mga ganito. Sabi nila, ”&lt;i style=""&gt;Better safe than sorry”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ako naman sabi ko &lt;i style=""&gt;”Ano ba yan? Ang corny”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;IQ TEST: Henry’s mother has five children namely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chachey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chechiy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chichoy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chochuy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;???????&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is the name of the last child?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Napaisip ako sa isang ito. Pero noong first try ko, confident na ako at sinabi kong “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chuchay!” &lt;/i&gt;yun pala, e mali ako. &lt;/span&gt;Sabi sa’kin &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;mali&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; daw. Sabi ko hindi. Diba may pattern naman ang mga pangalan mga mga anak ng nanay ni Henry? Ay… Henry pala. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-3835270371261651931?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/3835270371261651931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=3835270371261651931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3835270371261651931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/3835270371261651931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/bai-naa-kay-load-pa-text-beh-please.html' title='Bai, naa kay load? Pa-text beh? Please…'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAX8GqltFaI/AAAAAAAAABA/qni1DoKPrCY/s72-c/t-mobile-mda-dash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-8726565603652936435</id><published>2008-04-15T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:23:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinong Nangyari Jan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kevin Mikhail Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/2200979131734779221-8726565603652936435?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/8726565603652936435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=8726565603652936435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/8726565603652936435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/8726565603652936435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/sinong-nangyari-jan.html' title='Sinong Nangyari Jan?'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-5580262444086570846</id><published>2008-04-15T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinaghirapan For Three Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SASAl6ltFZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/11JEMY6dLFo/s1600-h/kibinoy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SASAl6ltFZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/11JEMY6dLFo/s320/kibinoy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189414059508569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang mga kaibigan, mahirap hanapin. Lalo na kung bago ka sa lugar at kung anu-ano pa. Ako, talagang natagalan ako bago nakatagpo ng mga tunay na mga kaibigan. Talagang tine-treasure ko ang mga kabarkada ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakilala ko lang sila noong 4th year high school na ako. Diba, karamihan sa mga tao, nakikilala ang kanilang mga kaibigang tunay, grade school palang?  Ako hindi. Maraming mga tao kasi ang gustong pumatay sa'akin noong akoy isang munting mus-mos pa lamang. Ako ay isang natatanging loser. Kahit nga ako, gusto kong pataayin sarili ko noon, kaya lomo pala ako... loser-emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong ganoon pa ang pagtrato ng mga tao sa akin, talagang mahirap. Mahirap gumawa ng  kahit anong bagay. Hindi man lang ako makalabas ng classroom pag recess  ng hindi  nagpapaalam sa "Bully" ng classroom. Hirap na hirap pa ako noon.  Kahit nga mga taong hindi ko pa nakilala  e galit na sa'akin, ano pa kaya yung mga kilala ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganoon katindi ang aking sitwasyon, pero hindi ko naman sinasabing napakabaito ko't ang sasama ng mga taong, 'yon. Naisip ko na baka nga may ginagawa akong hindi ko napapansing ginagawa ko pala. Napansin ko na kailangan ko na pala ng isang career change. Ako kasi, masyadong over sa maraming bagay, nageenjoy akong tumitig sa mga taong hindi ko kilala, pero wala naman akong gustong gawing away, naaaliw lang ako, minsan hindi ko mapigilan e, lalo na kung maganda ang tinitingnan ko, WOW! pero ngayon, talagang natutunan ko nang tigilan ang ganoong asal. Ang mga tao kasi ngayon, kontong tingin lang, iisipin na agad nila na naghahanap ka ng away, aminin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1st year high school  up to 3rd year high school, pinagaralan kong ituwid ang aking katauhan. Sinanay ko ang sarili ko sa pakikipagusap na hindi tumataas ang boses para hindi nilang isipin na nakikipagaway ako. Sinanay ko rin ang sarili ko sa pakikihalubilo sa mga taong kakakilala ko lang. Inisip ko kasi na kung mas marami akong mga kaibigan kaysa sa mga kalaban, edi kampante na ako! Masarap ang buhay ng isang tao na maraming matatakbohan pag may "problema" diba? Pero, wag nyong isiping  nakikipagkaibigan lang ako para mag makuha ako in return.  Pinipili ko naman  ng tama ang mga kinakaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, balik tayo sa mga kabarkada ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami kami, siguro mga 15-20+ kaming lahat sa barkada. Ang nakakatuwa sa amin ay iba-ibang klaseng tao kaming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo supporta sa'kin ang mga to noong high school, kahit ngayong college na kaming lahat, ganoon parin. Lahat kami may natatanging abilidad na wala sa iba, lahat mg kanya kanyang talento, kaalaman, katalinuhan at iba pa. Nakakatawa kasi sa sobrang dami naming lahat, e wala pa yata kaming picture na kompleto kaming lahat. Sa tuwing nagpapapicture kami,  lagi talagang  may isa o walong hindi nakasali. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kami kasi napaka organized namin. Sa tuwing may lakad kami, talagang nagpe-prepare kaming lahat. Dapat nakaready na ang inumin, ang pagkain, ang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam sa iba, pero ako, talagang napaka laki ng aking binibigay na importansya sa aking barkada. Ang dami dami ko kasing mga pinagdaanan para mahanap ko sila. Kahit nga sila, noong first time kong sumali, ayaw dina ata nila sa akin, pero sa kanila ko talaga naipakita ang aking malaking pagbabagong pinaghirapan for 3 years. Kaya ako kampante pag kasama ko sila, kialang kilala kasi nila ako. Salamat sa kanila. HAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2200979131734779221-5580262444086570846?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/5580262444086570846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=5580262444086570846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5580262444086570846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/5580262444086570846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/pinaghirapan-for-three-years.html' title='Pinaghirapan For Three Years'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SASAl6ltFZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/11JEMY6dLFo/s72-c/kibinoy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200979131734779221.post-4971889248347444208</id><published>2008-04-13T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:24:26.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagiisa, Natatangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAIXTKltFXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yzy3TwRkKu4/s1600-h/inna+and+me..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAIXTKltFXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yzy3TwRkKu4/s200/inna+and+me..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188735338711684466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isa sa mga pinaka matalik kong kaibigan ay pupunta ng Manila para mag-aral. Doon na raw siya forever kaya medyo malungkot ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Kagagaling ko lang sa kanyang debut noong Friday. Enjoy na enjoy siya, talagang sinulit nya ang time kasi yun na daw ang kanyang last most memorable moment sa Davao. Ako naman, sinulit ko rin! Lahat ng mga favor na hiningi nya, go na go ako! Hindi ko kayang tanggihan. Sabi ko kahit gaano pa karami, basta wag mo ako iwan! hahah!!! pero wala na akong magagawa kaya go na go parin ako sa favors nia. Kahit hindi naman siya aalis, gagawin ko parin ang mga yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Isang napakabait na nilalang si Inna Abian. Maganda, matalino, mabait, at matapang. Kulang nalang ay super human strength at yakang yaka na nyang patumbahin sina Supergirl at Hawkgirl sa isang wrestling showdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Nakilala ko siya noong first year highschool pa ako, ngayon, second year college na ko e, so if you do the math, magfa-five  years na kaming magkakilala ni Inna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na  close ko siya kasi noong highschool, ako 'yung tipong problemado't in-love at the same time, kaya kailangan ko lagi ng makausap, e sa akin ba namang mga problema, tipong heart to heart session talaga ang kinakailangan! haha!!! Kaya 'yun... Grabe si Inna kasi kahit na may agenda siyang kailangang asikasuhin, sasamahan ka parin nya! Walang iwanan for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Anyway, noong Friday ng gabi, diba debut ni Inna? Tapos kakatawa kasi ako talaga ang pinaka unang dumating,  mga 30 minutes early ako. Kala ko nga naunahan ko pa ang celebrant, baka isipin ng mga tao doon na ako si Inna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    So nagpaparty na, nageenjoy na ang lahat, nagiiyakan ang iba dahil sa matinding imusyon, at yung iba naman nagsiuwian kasi tinatawag na sila ng kanilang Mommy. Parang ako! Pero hindi talaga ako umalis hanggang sa niligpit na ng mga waiter ang mga plato't kanin na nakakalat pa sa iba't ibang mga lamesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Umalis ako doon ng mga 11:00 na. Habang naghahanap ng taxi, isang motor ang pumarada sa harapan ko, tinanong nya saakin kung saan ako pupunta, sabi ko "sa bahay, alam mo ba kung saan 'yun?" Tapos sinabi nya sa'akin "sabihin mo nalang para maihatid kita," kaya sinabi ko nalang. 40 ang kanyang singil para lang din akong nagtaxi  mas nakamura pa nga yata e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Ang sarap ng aking ride pauwi, the wind was so strong, feeling ko lilipad na ako noon, ang bilis ng motor, mga dalawang taxi ang kanyang inover-take kaya sulit talaga ang aking 40 pesos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Paguwi ko, medyo nahirapan akong matulog, iniisip ko "Hindi ko na makikita si Inna?" Hindi ko kayang itake ang pressure na yun, kaya tinext ko pa siya, mga 3 pages ung text ko, tapos sinend ko sa kanyang sun and globe kaya 6 pesos na yun... bahala na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Gising ako hanggang 2 am, naghihinayang kasi ang dami ko pa sanang gustong sabihin kay Inna, ang dami dami talaga, parang 'yung mga puting t-shirt sa "GABUNDOK NA LABADA!" na patalastas, ang dami pa talaga sana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Tapos tinext ako ni Inna. bandang 2:30 na yun, gising pa ako! mahaba ang text pero ito lang ang isusulat ko na part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    "It was truly a wonderful journey with you Kev, and I know this won't be the end of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Noong binabasa ko ang part na 'yan, panatag na ang loob ko na magkikita pa kami ni Inna Abian... kahit sa UP Diliman na siya magaaral at sa Manila na siya titira, magkikita parin kaming dalawa... kahit magkaroon na ako ng tatlong anak at apat na apo sa loob lamang ng 15 taon, magkikita parin aming dalawa. hahahah!!! ang lupt ah? Pero bitaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ko ba ito tatapusin? Ganito nalang... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kikita nyo ba ang picture?  Yan ang kauna-unahang picture na magkasama kaming dalawa ni Inna, kakainis, yan na nga lang yata ang nagiisa, mukha pa talagang hindi ako nakatingin sa camera.... Bwisit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &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/2200979131734779221-4971889248347444208?l=kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/feeds/4971889248347444208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2200979131734779221&amp;postID=4971889248347444208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/4971889248347444208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2200979131734779221/posts/default/4971889248347444208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevin-was-here-first.blogspot.com/2008/04/nagiisa-natatangi.html' title='Nagiisa, Natatangi'/><author><name>Kevin G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418263011640840541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SPoCDoChMBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWrGNxBSdMU/S220/SubDominant+7+(223).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RS0QStCV2JE/SAIXTKltFXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yzy3TwRkKu4/s72-c/inna+and+me..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
