<?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-3880014499482442144</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:17:07.054-07:00</updated><category term='Sitti'/><category term='Para sa akin'/><title type='text'>Make a stand.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7205338856443989019</id><published>2009-12-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:42:56.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabang Pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; 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Glad I got another chance to watch Bicentennial Man. Really nice movie. The part that really got me into thinking was when Andrew, the robot, was asking if he could get his freedom. Made me think how some human beings never really appreciated that gift of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing I liked was the song in the last part entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzrFRj-XlCI&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Then You Looked At Me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laugh and cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;live and die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a dream we are dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Day by day I find my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look for the soul and the meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I always see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What I have been searching for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lost as can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I am not lost anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;People run, sun to sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caught in their lives ever flowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Once begun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life goes till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to go where it's going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I always see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What I have been searching for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lost as can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I am not lost anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you say you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The reason you love life so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Though lost I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I find love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And life just keeps on running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life just keeps on running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You look at me and life comes from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-5953817585864442534?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5953817585864442534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=5953817585864442534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5953817585864442534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5953817585864442534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/11/bicentennial-man.html' title='Bicentennial Man'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-3034945589492343560</id><published>2009-10-19T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:40:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NjAxMzU4MjMzNSZwdD*xMjU2MDEzNjE*NzQ1JnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTg5MDQ2NGE5NTg3NjRjODViOTA2NDRiYTFkZGJhNzY*Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Me and my groupmates planned to set up a business. We're making homemade fruit jam and preserves. Hope you guys support us. Show this advertisement to your parents, maybe they'll get interested. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-4665352697157187859?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4665352697157187859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=4665352697157187859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4665352697157187859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4665352697157187859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-support-d.html' title='Please support. =D'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SsGUfo2Xx2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wAfippmAD4Y/s72-c/tarp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7370817738658231644</id><published>2009-06-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:22:08.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what I did this summer?</title><content type='html'>1. Watched Slamdunk series: Even Crissy got addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zoDKL_vMQTI/SCvYBH4wGTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPO9QnSM014/s400/slam_dunk_by_xauychu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zoDKL_vMQTI/SCvYBH4wGTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPO9QnSM014/s400/slam_dunk_by_xauychu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Finished the complete series of Boys over Flowers. Funny thing was, during super drama scenes I look over at Mama and Crissy and I see them about to cry or is already crying. And I ask myself whether I have grown numb to these things - lovey dovey related things. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogpipiatbingi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 269px;" src="http://blogpipiatbingi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read the "Rule of Four". Was enchanted by how the author seemed to create a plot this exciting. Even got curious with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hypnerotomachia Poliphili&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A4933/493346/300_493346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 357px;" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A4933/493346/300_493346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7370817738658231644?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7370817738658231644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7370817738658231644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7370817738658231644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7370817738658231644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/06/know-what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='Know what I did this summer?'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zoDKL_vMQTI/SCvYBH4wGTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPO9QnSM014/s72-c/slam_dunk_by_xauychu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-5884912100931559274</id><published>2009-05-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:00:29.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nalulunod ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... sa kamacho-han ng lalake na ito. Di ko siya kilala, nakita lang namin ni Crissy nung pumunta kami sa Palm Garden. Pakitingnan na lang katawan niya ha. Laki pwet. AS in. Highlight ng araw ko ito. Tapos ang abs - ewan ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/ShDcV1cRpDI/AAAAAAAAADI/LbjX1gzEYpk/s1600-h/May+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/ShDcV1cRpDI/AAAAAAAAADI/LbjX1gzEYpk/s320/May+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337007826115077170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinailangan ko lang ilagay dito. Memorable para sa akin eh. :))&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/3880014499482442144-5884912100931559274?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5884912100931559274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=5884912100931559274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5884912100931559274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5884912100931559274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/05/nalulunod-ako.html' title='Nalulunod ako.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/ShDcV1cRpDI/AAAAAAAAADI/LbjX1gzEYpk/s72-c/May+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7219124572406537029</id><published>2009-04-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:48:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0_0</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I made a Facebook account. HAHA. Si Jilli kasi eh. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7219124572406537029?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7219124572406537029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7219124572406537029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7219124572406537029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7219124572406537029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/00.html' title='0_0'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8183209869682477134</id><published>2009-04-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:30:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:"(</title><content type='html'>This can only end in tears. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bartok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know who I am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anastasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8183209869682477134?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8183209869682477134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8183209869682477134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8183209869682477134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8183209869682477134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':&quot;('/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7763064026419814130</id><published>2009-04-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:59:46.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolo dela Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one's for you. Someday, when I am old, I'd be reading this blog again. And I am sure that I would smile after having read this entry. You are such a sweet kid. Without you having a clue, you just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy? I didn't know. But now I do. Thanks to this kid, whom I have only met yesterday, and to Uzi, who reminded me that there are people who remember that I exist. And that for me alone, is bliss. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/Sewq8E9dPeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JKNGT-B6L6o/s1600-h/jolo%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/Sewq8E9dPeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JKNGT-B6L6o/s320/jolo%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326679670884482530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: I promised I'd visit you in your home. I sure hope I fulfill it. Wag ka na iyak, di na kita iiwan.&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/3880014499482442144-7763064026419814130?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7763064026419814130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7763064026419814130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7763064026419814130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7763064026419814130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/jolo-dela-cruz.html' title='Jolo dela Cruz'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/Sewq8E9dPeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JKNGT-B6L6o/s72-c/jolo%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8222785579157198903</id><published>2009-04-20T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:43:16.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarisa 1, Clarisa 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;April 18. It was a night like every other night. Nothing extraordinary happened. I just couldn't sleep. Too many things in my head. I'm having one of those moments again - I was thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do, no one will ever know what kind of person I am.... not unless they take THAT step and have the guts to get to know me even better. I have this tendency to be quiet. Not the shy-quiet type, but the i-don't-want-and-i'm-not-in-the-mood-to-talk quiet type. And if, for some reason, you were in that room during that moment while I was in that mood... you were probably  bored by me and my faint smiles and nods. You knew I was still listening to what you were saying but you probably didn't get any reaction from me. Yeah, that's just a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part is the talkative, loud, hyper, corny, funny type. The one who's not afraid too say anything - no matter how obvious and dumb it may sound. The one who isn't intimidated by any reaction from the person who she's talking to. That's the other one. Completely the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if one is better than the other. But I do know this. Now that I know how complicated I can get, all the more reason I have to not be the one to judge quickly. Who knows, you might just be the person who would make my life fun-ner to live. Hihi. =D&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/3880014499482442144-8222785579157198903?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8222785579157198903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8222785579157198903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8222785579157198903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8222785579157198903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/clarisa-1-clarisa-2.html' title='Clarisa 1, Clarisa 2.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2572663022633142333</id><published>2009-03-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:44:18.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BWISET</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://hk-magazine.com/feature/war-home"&gt;The War At Home&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/h2&gt;       &lt;b&gt;March 27th, 2009&lt;/b&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://hk-magazine.com/sites/default/files/image/chip%20tsaoClipping.JPG" alt="" width="200" align="right" border="0" height="374" /&gt;But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chip Tsao is a best-selling author and columnist. A former reporter for the BBC, his columns have also appeared in Apple Daily, Next Magazine and CUP Magazine, among others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-2572663022633142333?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2572663022633142333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2572663022633142333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2572663022633142333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2572663022633142333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/03/bwiset.html' title='BWISET'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-4588380891186401656</id><published>2009-03-20T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:51:23.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     Masaya kaming magkasama ni Cathy sa Burger King sa mga unang ilang minuto ng kanyang kaarawan. Ayan na, countdown. Three, two, one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     Kasama namin si Mamalah at ang kaklase niyang si Paolo. Kwentuhan, tawanan, lokohon. Masaya. Unang beses ko naranasan ang ganoong saya kasama si Cathy at ang dalawa niyang kaibigan. Nakabalik kami ng dorm ni Cathy ng alas dos ng umaga. Paggising niya, ginulat siya ni Papa at Mama sa dorm. May dalang cake, pansit, mangga, pandesal at keso. Yum yum sarap! (Salamat Nanay Irene sa pagluto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sabay kami umalis ni Mama sa dorm ni Cathy, at naghiwalay kami sa Cubao. Pupunta siya ng SM Megamall, ako naman papasok na sa 10:30am class ko. Mamimiss ko rin ang mga kwento ni Sir Siojo at ang paborito niyang linya na "...when you were just malicious thoughts in the minds of your parents..." HAHA. At gusto ko lang isingit na, ang tricky ng finals exam ni Jamil. Napilipit utak ko sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nang nakita ko na bumili si Mama ng pabango na gusto ni Cathy, nainis ako, pumunta ng kwarto, linock ang pintuan, at umiyak. Habang umiiyak ako, hindi ko maisip-isip kung ano ba nangyari at bigla ako nainis nung nakita ko ang pabango. Siguro sa isip-isip ko, "Grabe, binilhan ko ng regalo si Cathy gamit sarili ko na pera kaso hindi ko nabili yung amoy na rinequest niya kasi wala ng stock. Tapos ngayon, papamukha mo sa akin na may nabili ka na ganung amoy? Panigurado mababalewala lang 'yung binigay ko kay Cathy at ang gagamitin niya ay yung nabili mo." Nasaktan lang siguro ako kasi minsan lang ako magbigay ng regalo, tapos kapag nagbibigay ako parang hindi nagugustuhan o na-aappreciate ng mga binagbibigyan ko yung regalo ko. Simple lang ako magbigay, siguro hindi nila trip yun. EWAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tapos bigla ko naisip, ang gusto ko lang naman talaga magawa sa buhay ay magpasaya ng tao, kilala ko man o hindi. Pero, bakit ko sila gusto maging masaya? Dahil ba ginagamit ko lang sila, na kapag nakita ko silang masaya ay masaya na rin ako? Hindi. Dahil ba nakadepende sa ibang tao ang kaligayahan at pagkabuo ko? Hindi rin. Napag-isip isip ko: "Noong una, siguro kaya ko gusto magpasaya ng tao kasi, masaya ako na nakikita silang nakangiti. Pero parang may mali dun, kasi kapag hindi na sila masaya edi hindi na rin ako masaya? Siguro dahil na rin ako ang panganay na anak kaya sinasabi ko sa sarili ko na ganito ang dapat -  na dapat ipakita ko sa mga kapatid ko ang tama, na maging halimbawa ako ng isang masaya, mabait at mapag-aral na anak."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Pero natuwa naman ako ng natanto ko na nagbago na ako. Nalampasan ko na ang ganoong pag-iisip. Na kung dati umiikot sa utility ng pagpapasaya ko, ngayon umiikot na sa halaga ng holy. Na hindi na nakasalalay sa kung mapapasaya ko ba siya o hindi ang aking fulfillment. Ngayon nakikita ko na, na ang aking pagiging madaldal, masayahin, makwento, tahimik ang mismong mga katangian na magagamit ko para makabuo ng relasyon sa iba. Na sa kung ano ang meron ako, ang aking kapalaran, makakamit ko ang aking tadhana. Nakikinig ako sa kwento ng kaibigan ko hindi dahil gusto ko makischismis. Nakikinig ako kasi nakikita ko na sa pagkwento/sa kilos ng kaibigan ko, kung ano yung mga bagay na mahalaga para sa kanya... at nirerespeto ko iyon. AT ang tanging magagawa ko lang, sa kung ano ang kapalaran - kung ano ang meron ako, ay ang simpleng pagkinig at pagbigay ng saya o kahit ngiti man lamang sa kanyang mukha. Nakikita ko ang hangganan, ang limitasyon. Kung hanggang saan lang ba ako pwede puwede. Kung papapasukin ba ang ng tao sa kanyang buhay. At sa pagpapasaya ko ng tao, nirerespeto ko ang hangganan na iyon (Ako, ako. At ikaw ay ikaw.) at sabay ko rin nakikilala at unti-unting natutupad ang tadhana ko.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Tulad na lang ng JEEP experience ko. Noong una ayaw ko pa bumati ng mga customers. Kunwari pa akong may ginagawa - ginugulo ang ayos ng tubig sa beverage area tapos aayusin ko rin naman ulit. Pero hindi ako komportable sa ganun eh. Kasi lumalabas na ang ginagawa ko ay hindi ko tinatanggap na may tao diyan sa tabi ko. Na may customer na gusto sanang magtanong sa akin pero hindi ko lang pinapansin. At parehong kaming hindi ok. Kaya sinimulan ko bumati, at naramdaman ko na mas madali yung ganun. Na kahit hindi ako pansinin, ako nagagawa ko naman ang nakakapagpasaya sa akin. At mas masaya kung may ngingiti or sasagot din ng "good morning." o "hello." Nakikita nila na may halaga ung pagbati ko, kahit gano pa kababaw yung pagbati ko na iyon. Nagtutulungan lang kami na pasayahin ang buhay ng isa't-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiintindihan ko kung sa pagtapos mo sa pagbasa nito iisipin mo: "Huh? Ang labo. Di ko gets! OA naman neto. May paganyan-ganyan pa." Pero eto lang sagot ko sayo: Iba kasi kapag nakapasok ka sa Philo class ni Sir jope, kahit inis na inis ka na sa nanay mo mapapaisip ka kung may kwenta ba ung pagkainis mo or trip mo lang saktan sarili mo. HAHA, bow.&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/3880014499482442144-4588380891186401656?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4588380891186401656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=4588380891186401656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4588380891186401656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4588380891186401656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-emo.html' title='no emo'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-5110345258416125779</id><published>2009-03-14T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:27:53.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakalimutan ko na kung ilang taon ako ng mga panahon na iyon, ang natatandaan ko lang... huminto na si Papa sa paghithit ng nicotine. Ang yabang yabang ko pa sa mga kaklase ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh 'yung Papa at Mama ko hindi sila naninigarilyo. Wala silang bisyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hindi naman masyado halata na tuwang-tuwa ako sa magulang ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oha! Ang galing nila noh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hanggang sa pagtatapos ko ng high school, kailanman hindi ko nakita nanigarilyo ang magulang ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat na lang ako, ng bigla ko nakita si Papa na may hawak na sigarilyo habang nakikipagkwentuhan sa mga kaibigan niya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mukhang enjoy ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tawanan, hithit, buga, ubo, kwentuhan, hithit, buga. Paulit-ulit lang na ganun. Namiss siguro ng tatay ko ang epekto ng yosi sa kanya - 'yung sinasabi nila na nakakaalis ng stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nagsimula sa patikim-tikim bisyo'y biglang lumalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan ang hirap sa isang bagay kapag nasimulan mo na. Unti-unti kang mahuhumaling sa kung anong nagagawa nito para sa iyo. At mahihirapan ka na pakawalan, kahit na sa loob-loob mo... alam mo na may mali. May mali pero wala lang sa iyo, basta ang alam mo masarap ang ginagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ano nga ba naman ang alam ko kung ano nadudulot talaga ng yosi sa katawan? Para naman hindi lang ako basta basta nagsasalita at walang gawa, nagpaalam ako sa magulang ko kung pwede ko ba subukan manigarilyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, pwde ko ba i-try yan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tanungin mo si Papa mo." Tinawag ni Mama si Papa.&lt;br /&gt;"Pa, ok lang ba na try ko?" Sabay turo sa yosi na hawak ni Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O sige, isa lang ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sinubukan ko nga. Hindi ko nagustuhan eh. Siguro nakatatak lang talaga sa utak ko na hindi ko magugustuhan kaya hindi ako nasarapan sa lasa. Ang sakit lang sa puso kasi hindi pa malakas ang loob ko na sabihin kay Papa na nasasaktan ako sa ginagawa niya.  Na hanggang ngayon, pagkatapos namin  siya pagsabihan ng kapatid ko na tumigil na, tinutuloy pa rin niya. Nakikita ko siya nagyoyosi pagkatapos kumain. Oo, mahirap tumigil sa ganung bisyo. Masaya siya sa ginagawa niya, pero kaming pamilya niya... nasasaktan. Kasi sa bawat stick na nauubos niya, ilang minuto rin ang nababawas sa buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaroon din ako ng lakas na loob na kausapin ka at sabihin sayo na sa tingin namin hindi nakakabuti sa iyo ang bisyo na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbtxK-gZSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/2wapD_EF2D4/s1600-h/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbtxK-gZSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/2wapD_EF2D4/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312964618805136162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw may dahilan, kung gusto ay laging mayroong paraan.&lt;br /&gt;Eh kung gumawa na lang tayo ng paraan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-5110345258416125779?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5110345258416125779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=5110345258416125779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5110345258416125779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/5110345258416125779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/03/adik.html' title='Adik!'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbtxK-gZSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/2wapD_EF2D4/s72-c/DSC_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8621723773458794852</id><published>2009-02-21T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:49:36.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panahon ng PAGKILOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maging malay sa mga pangyayari sa ating bansa. Lumipas na ang 20 na taon hindi pa rin makuha ng mga kapatid nating magsasaka ang lupa na nakapangalan na sa kanila. Bisitahin ang website na ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lupang-hinarang.appspot.com/"&gt;Lupang Hinarang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbuLkzq6RWI/AAAAAAAAACw/tC798XHE62E/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbuLkzq6RWI/AAAAAAAAACw/tC798XHE62E/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312993649875371362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May magagawa tayo, kung gugustuhin natin kumilos.&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaroon ng film screening ngayong Pebrero 25 sa Ateneo de Manila University, Leong Hall 4:30 ng hapon at 6:30 ng gabi. Sana makapunta ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8621723773458794852?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8621723773458794852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8621723773458794852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8621723773458794852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8621723773458794852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/02/panahon-ng-pagkilos.html' title='Panahon ng PAGKILOS'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SbuLkzq6RWI/AAAAAAAAACw/tC798XHE62E/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8404415648692813690</id><published>2009-02-08T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:39:51.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanya kanya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naaatat na ako. Gusto ko na magfast-forward. Kung hindi man pwede mangyari yun, kahit preview lang ayos na sa akin. Gusto ka, hindi mo pinili. Gusto mo, hindi ka pinili. Bihira na lang ata ngayon na maging maayos lahat. Pero kahit ganoon, naniniwala pa rin ako na... sa huli, magiging maayos din naman lahat ng kaguluhan, 'di pagkakaintindihan, kalituhan at away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanya kanya lang talaga ng style.&lt;br /&gt;Kanya kanyang mga problemang pinalalaki.&lt;br /&gt;Mga bagay na iniisantabi.&lt;br /&gt;Mga bagay na pinahahalagahan.&lt;br /&gt;Mga taong iniiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Mga pilosopiyang kinikilingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maski bulok man 'yang style mo, style pa rin yan. At SA'YO yan.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na walang makaintindi sa style mo, hindi ibig sabihin mali ka.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kayo pareho ng mag-isip ng ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin man ng iba na imbento lang ang ginagawa mo, ayos lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Panindigan mo basta 'di nakakasakit ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pushing Rant Button OFF)&lt;br /&gt;(Kwento Button ON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang beses ko manuod ng Battle sa Belfield. Ang galing ni Josh. Mahusay. Masaya! Sobra. At masaya rin ako kasi sinamahan ako ni Uzi. Solid talaga ang demo ng mga Pintados! At bumenta sa akin ang peke na pugot na ulo. Nagkwentuhan kami ni Uzi sa Mcdo. Bonding ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinahiram ko ang scrap book na ginawa niya para sa 16th birthday ko. Nahiya siya bigla. =)) Next time, yung filler ko naman daw ang pagtritirpan namin. Haaaay. Kung pwede lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta ako sa debut ni Lia. At nagtaxi mag-isa pauwi. First time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 7, 2009&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/3880014499482442144-8404415648692813690?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8404415648692813690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8404415648692813690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8404415648692813690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8404415648692813690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/02/kanya-kanya.html' title='Kanya kanya.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8625013517018774149</id><published>2009-02-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:03:25.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinig</title><content type='html'>Whatever you're thinking, say it.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you say it loud or not.                                                         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Check out this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wya.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wya.net/i/charter_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1739859160132755700?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1739859160132755700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1739859160132755700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1739859160132755700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1739859160132755700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/01/allies.html' title='We keep on waiting for the world to CHANGE.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7171645106103172491</id><published>2009-01-26T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:15:52.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://tryst09.multiply.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i26/blacktoppedmagician/Tryst.gif&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7171645106103172491?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7171645106103172491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7171645106103172491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7171645106103172491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7171645106103172491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-party.html' title='Time to Party'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8890734056540875502</id><published>2009-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:46:31.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2007/03/filmnoir_portfolio200703?slide=4#globalNav"&gt;Killers kill. Dead men die.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aren't you just glad you're living in a dog-eat-dog world? (Yeah, I'm being sarcastic.) But seriously, sometimes you just can't force and assume that people will think the way you do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd kill if he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;He'd hurt you if he felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;He'd mess up just because he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;He'd be a jerk because it's much easier to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want, and not care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful life you'd have if that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; kind of philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a life that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8890734056540875502?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8890734056540875502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8890734056540875502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8890734056540875502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8890734056540875502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/01/red.html' title='RED.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2750716029785924870</id><published>2009-01-17T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:20:43.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are humans fond of taking/posing for pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it's because one way or another we accept the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing lasts&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how significant or simple that single moment may be. And the easiest thing we can do about it is to capture that moment in paper. Hoping that someday, that exact moment would relive itself the next time that photograph is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; in Gateway with Uzi and Kj. It was a good movie, but I felt sad after. At some point in your life, you might eventually get the things you've always wanted. But there is no guarantee that those things will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do change. Even the most final of things can.&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/3880014499482442144-2750716029785924870?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2750716029785924870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2750716029785924870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2750716029785924870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2750716029785924870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternity.html' title='Eternity.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-895785085017780256</id><published>2009-01-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:46:26.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After two straight weekends, I finally got the chance to go back home in Bulacan. Last week was a very busy one. I bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new sandals&lt;/span&gt;, which I really love wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^(Window) shopped with Trix, Mo and Josh&lt;br /&gt;^Went to Arnold, Mico and Reg's joint &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday party &lt;/span&gt;at Bixie's place&lt;br /&gt;^Watched Uzi and Jc play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt; last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;^Got the chance to eat with their team in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and 'die' after playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mafia&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;Chilled @ the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newly renovated Mcdo&lt;/span&gt; with Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;^Had my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philosophy orals&lt;/span&gt; - got a B&lt;br /&gt;^Fr. Bulatao's TTh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hypnosis class&lt;/span&gt; with Winna&lt;br /&gt;^Bonding with Kris &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nilo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Monica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santos&lt;/span&gt; @ Mcdo &amp;amp; Ccello's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode with Pudra going home to Bulacan. While we were on our way, I heard this James Blunt's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Love Love&lt;/span&gt;. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't take your love love love&lt;br /&gt;and so I say I don't love you, though it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's a lie that sets you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And sometimes, Rorty just gets it right.&lt;br /&gt;"Truth or lie, reality or illusion, what matters is how it is used."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-895785085017780256?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/895785085017780256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=895785085017780256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/895785085017780256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/895785085017780256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony.html' title='Irony.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-4304082872459673606</id><published>2008-12-28T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:48:51.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox Of Our Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints; we spend more but have less; we buy more but enjoy it less; we have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, yet less time; we have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge but less judgement; more experts, yet more problems; we have more gadgets but less satisfaction; more medicine, yet less wellness; we take more vitamins but see fewer results. We drink too much; smoke too much; spend too recklessly; laugh too little; drive too fast; get too angry quickly; stay up too late; get up too tired; read too seldom; watch TV too much and pray too seldom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values; we fly in faster planes to arrive there quicker, to do less and return sooner; we sign more contracts only to realize fewer profits; we talk too much; love too seldom and lie too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less; we make faster planes, but longer lines; we learned to rush, but not to wait; we have more weapons, but less peace; higher incomes, but lower morals; more parties, but less fun; more food, but less appeasement; more acquaintances, but fewer friends; more effort, but less success. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; drive smaller cars that have bigger problems; build larger factories that produce less. We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, but short character; steep in profits, but shallow relationships. These are times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure and less fun; higher postage, but slower mail; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorces; these are times of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, cartridge living, thow-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer, to prevent, quiet or kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room. Indeed, these are the times!&lt;/p&gt;-- Dr. Bob Moorehead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-4304082872459673606?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4304082872459673606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=4304082872459673606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4304082872459673606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4304082872459673606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradox-of-our-age.html' title='The Paradox Of Our Age'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-9139860083161607449</id><published>2008-12-23T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:38:23.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wanna do/have/be.</title><content type='html'>1. Experience real snow&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy RayBan shades&lt;br /&gt;3. Collect enough stickers&lt;br /&gt;4. Fly to Europe with Kj (sitting in first class.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel&lt;br /&gt;6. Set-up a business&lt;br /&gt;7. Have my own lava lamp&lt;br /&gt;8. Have a pool inside my future house&lt;br /&gt;9. Poopies!&lt;br /&gt;10. Romance&lt;br /&gt;11. Nice car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still thinking.... antabayanan niyo na lang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-9139860083161607449?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/9139860083161607449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=9139860083161607449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/9139860083161607449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/9139860083161607449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-i-wanna-do.html' title='Things I wanna do/have/be.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1746435927335307093</id><published>2008-12-22T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:11:34.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlemissgossipgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger.&lt;br /&gt;Post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 8 random facts about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. You have no idea how random I can get.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a lot of crushes. As in MADAMI.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you've seen/talked to me, at some point, you probably thought I was corny/hilarious/weird.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't eat siomai and sisig.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a frustrated person. I frustrate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I'm in the mood, I delibirately do stuff that I know would irritate you.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't know how to use Microsoft Excel.&lt;br /&gt;8. I wanna write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name: Clarisa Joy&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had: Ambrosia (Haha, uy wag serysohin!)&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally name you as: Issa for elem and college peeps, Cla for high school peeps&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 11&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Roxas City, Capiz&lt;br /&gt;Time of birth: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: Tecnically single (Bwahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR APPEARANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you: Tall enough, if you think 5'2'' is tall.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller: Kung yayaman ako pag tumangkad pa ko, the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair Color: Reddish Brown/Brownish Red.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long hair: In between.&lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color: I wanted to color my hair blue, but mother protested.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair: I aint the dramatic type.&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or Contacts: Contacts&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make-up: Uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;Paint your nails: If I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN AN OPPOSITE GENDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What eye color: Blue or Green or Light Brown. Gosh, gusto ko maganda mata!&lt;br /&gt;What hair color: I like it simple. Black.&lt;br /&gt;Shy or outgoing: Outgoing please. I'll have enough shyness for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or cute: Macho! ABS.&lt;br /&gt;Serious or fun: More on the fun side. But hey, sometimes it won't be so bad to take things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Older or younger than you: Preferrably older. Pero kung macho ka, kahit ilang taon ka pa go lang.&lt;br /&gt;A turn on: Sense of humor, Confident, Smart&lt;br /&gt;A turn off: Arrogant, Insensitive, Disrespectful&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or chocolates: Not really a flower/chocolate type of lady.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock: Pareho lang.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or one night stand: Ayaw ko nga tumayo buong gabi!&lt;br /&gt;School or work: Basta may patutunguhan buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;Love or money: Money makes the world go round. Love just makes it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were prince or princess: Neither. I wished I was an astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;Like someone who was taken: Oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;Saved your head: UH. (Ano daw? Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Used chopstick: Kapag gutom na gutom ako, marunong ako gumamit.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower: Sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Gummy bear/worm. Basta gummy.&lt;br /&gt;Junk food: Ice cream? :)&lt;br /&gt;Websites: Multiply, Prenster&lt;br /&gt;Location: Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Poopies. I wish I had an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone: Opcors.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself: Nothing. Nada. Zip-o. Wala.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive: Anong klaseng tanong toh? Syempre attractive ako! (HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: Ratatouille. Para sakin fairytale siya, happy ending eh. At gusto ko matuto maglutoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports: Badminton, Table tennis, Jump rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persons whom I tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cutreenuh&lt;br /&gt;2. Cara&lt;br /&gt;3. Rie&lt;br /&gt;4. Liezel&lt;br /&gt;5. Kei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1746435927335307093?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1746435927335307093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1746435927335307093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1746435927335307093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1746435927335307093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2464302783232478420</id><published>2008-12-22T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:43:01.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pagbabalik ni Laki-Mata.</title><content type='html'>Matagal-tagal na rin ako hindi nakakabisita sa sarili kong blog. Ano na ba nangyari? Bakasyon na naman. Pero wala pa plano ang pamilya. Okay na rin siguro na wala pang plano. &lt;em&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/em&gt; kuno ang dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kagabi na lang ulit kami nakakain ng dinner ng pamilya na kumpleto kami lahat.&lt;strong&gt; Nakakatuwa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa mga estudyante diyan na minsan na lang nakakauwi sa bahay nila dahil nagdodorm sila, sulitin niyo na ang mga oras na tulad niyan. Minsan na lang kayo kumain kasama ang pamilya. Minsan na lang libre ang pagkain. Minsan na lang makanuod ng TV (tulad ko, na walang form of media except radio sa cellphone kapag nasa dorm). Minsan na lamang makasama ang mga cute na poopies. ^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello sa mga nag-aabang na magupdate ako. Salamat fans! (As if naman meron? Haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comment lang kayo kung may mahanapan kayo ng pwedeng comment-an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lagi MO tatandaan na hinding-hindi magiging malamig ang iyong pasko dahil narito AKO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imma give you some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oo, ikaw! AT ikaw, at ikaw. Kayong lahat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meri Krismas! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SU97keT_JYI/AAAAAAAAABI/3IkvHCKBJWA/s1600-h/Picture+1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282576754471282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SU97keT_JYI/AAAAAAAAABI/3IkvHCKBJWA/s320/Picture+1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with sisters and cousin&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/3880014499482442144-2464302783232478420?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2464302783232478420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2464302783232478420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2464302783232478420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2464302783232478420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/ang-pagbabalik-ni-laki-mata.html' title='Ang Pagbabalik ni Laki-Mata.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SU97keT_JYI/AAAAAAAAABI/3IkvHCKBJWA/s72-c/Picture+1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7479841028971997083</id><published>2008-11-15T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:39:52.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="lyrics-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So your standing on a ledge,&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you might fall.&lt;br /&gt;So far down,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you were thinking about jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Now you could have it all,&lt;br /&gt;If you learned a little patience!&lt;br /&gt;For though I cannot fly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not content to crawl!...&lt;br /&gt;So give me a little credit,&lt;br /&gt;Have in me a little faith!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you forever,&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow’s not too late!...&lt;br /&gt;But it's always too late when you've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;So you say!...&lt;br /&gt;But you should never let the sun set on tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun rises today...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Another waste of everything you dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;So your walking on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;And you wait your turn to fall.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far gone,&lt;br /&gt;That you don't see the hands upheld to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;And you could find the fault,&lt;br /&gt;In the heart that you've been handed!&lt;br /&gt;For though you cannot fly,&lt;br /&gt;You're not content to crawl!...&lt;br /&gt;But it's always too late when you've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;So you say!...&lt;br /&gt;But you should never let the sun set on tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun rises...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Another waste of everything you hoped for,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;So you're standing on a ledge,&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you might fall...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Another waste of everything you dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;IF I AM!&lt;br /&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down...&lt;br /&gt;The answers we find,&lt;br /&gt;Are never what we had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;So we make it up as we go along...&lt;br /&gt;You don’t talk of dreams&lt;br /&gt;I won't mention tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And we won't make those promises that we can't keep...&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you!&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you down!&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you!&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I put the iPod on shuffle mode and heard this song. Sounds real nice. Which is why I decided to put the lyrics on my blog (for no particular reason. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7479841028971997083?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7479841028971997083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7479841028971997083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7479841028971997083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7479841028971997083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-am.html' title='If I Am'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-137315648883503236</id><published>2008-11-02T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:25:48.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Died.</title><content type='html'>One thing I learned from Church last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Men must consider themselves dead. Dead to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image and likeness of God VS. Original Sin = Sinful nature of man&lt;br /&gt;Which one wins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. - Kahlil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-137315648883503236?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/137315648883503236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=137315648883503236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/137315648883503236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/137315648883503236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-died.html' title='I Died.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-4000453605377581295</id><published>2008-11-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:17:59.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C&amp;H :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>My latest obssession: Calvin and Hobbes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute! And you actually learn something from it, if you read between the lines. So, read on. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some excerpts from the January 1986 Release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 195px;" src="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860102.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Maybe he should've asked it in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860107.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 191px;" src="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860107.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, want a new answer for that freakin difficult Math exam? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860113.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 192px;" src="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860113.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Calvin just plain adorable? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860108.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 188px;" src="http://completecalvinhobbes.tripod.com/comics/1986/images/ch860108.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what heaven is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-4000453605377581295?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4000453605377581295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=4000453605377581295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4000453605377581295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4000453605377581295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/c.html' title='C&amp;H :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1478942631542744574</id><published>2008-10-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:43:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing.</title><content type='html'>I think I need a sunrise. I'm tired of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fell in love without you&lt;br /&gt;The stars at night aren't as big and bright&lt;br /&gt;As you make them out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212864063027554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SQciuC73uWI/AAAAAAAAABA/wBo7snM1jak/s200/niggers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What a mean chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1478942631542744574?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1478942631542744574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1478942631542744574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1478942631542744574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1478942631542744574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/sing.html' title='Sing.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SQciuC73uWI/AAAAAAAAABA/wBo7snM1jak/s72-c/niggers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7237148268976651390</id><published>2008-10-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:55:39.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw lang makakaintindi nito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwag na huwag mo sasabihing hindi ko sinubukan. Hindi ko man ginagawa lahat, pero ginagawa ko naman lahat ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;makakaya&lt;/span&gt; ko. At para sa akin, sapat na iyon. Pero kung sa'yo hindi pa, ewan ko na talaga. Kahit na naiinis ako tuwing sinasabi mo... pero tama ka nga siguro, "Bahala na." Bigla lang pumasok sa isip ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;? Gusto mo maging best friends tayo? Eh ano ba ibig sabihin  ng salitang 'yun para sa'yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal ko ng linoloko ang sarili ko. Pero ngayon tatanggapin ko na. Natatakot ako. Natatakot ako na magtiwala sa mga sinasabi mo. Natatakot ako magtiwala (ulit) sa IYO. Ayaw ko magpatalo sa takot, pero ikaw mismo gumagawa ng dahilan at nagtatanim ng takot na iyan sa akin. Oo, maling isisi sa'yo. Pero mali rin naman na isisi lang lahat sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expect. If you do, you'll only be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Always hope. Hope gives you the strength to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate myself for feeling so indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="text3" &gt;The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope. - Walter Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7237148268976651390?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7237148268976651390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7237148268976651390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7237148268976651390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7237148268976651390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ikaw-lang-makakaintindi-nito.html' title='Ikaw lang makakaintindi nito.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-4733475602053129974</id><published>2008-10-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:33:36.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were given an option to choose whether you'd like to know how or when you'd die, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'd choose to know. And for reasons I will only reveal if needed. (Haha.) How about you, what's your answer?&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/3880014499482442144-4733475602053129974?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4733475602053129974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=4733475602053129974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4733475602053129974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/4733475602053129974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thought.html' title='Random thought.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-6765502747735412385</id><published>2008-10-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:37:04.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak.</title><content type='html'>"You don't know me, you don't know me at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never really had the time to think things through for the past uhm... 2 years of my life. Been to busy with school work. Busy cramming, to be more specific. Cram. Cram. Cram. The moment I heard the song, familiar scenes popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I was still in high school. When I used to spend my weekdays with four fantastic freaks who knew me better than anyone else: KJ, Cielo, Tine and Mia. When I always come in late for my first class with my hair never cooperating (but no one would really care about that). When I came home to my relatives in Balara and be greeted by my playmates Andrea and Totoy. When I  watched teleseryes late at night with Tita Jenny, Tita Binay, Tito Jhun, Tito Jeff, Lola Titing and Lolo G.  When I stayed up late talking to Jc over the phone. When I came home late because training was so intense. When I woke up and my body ached so much because of training. Moments when I was always thinking positive, smiling and making people smile, joking around, making people laugh and funny faces. Singing like no one was hearing me. Laughing like hell as if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help but stare at nothingness and let me lose myself. For a moment there I thought my eyes were going to shed tears. I never really thought I'd morph into this laid-back, moody, bossy, ungrateful, frank, insensitive and serious (yes, I am serious at times)  person. I guess people do eventually have to let go of the childish attitude they once had. But that isn't really a bad thing. Childish behavior and attitude, let go of it. But it wouldn't hurt if, once in a while, people would get in touch with their childhood/teenage memories and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I dont' know ME at all.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know KJ at all. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ano na nangyari sa kanila ni Ian? Kumusta pamilya niya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Cielo at all. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kumusta na ang pagiging nurse? CJ? Missy? Pamilya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Tine at all. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wala na ako balita sa'yo Tine. WALA. :| )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since college started I never really had enough time for my family, my friends and myself. Everything was about getting good grades, meeting requirements, deadline after deadline. Thank God for sembreaks! Now I have time to spend knowing my friends once more. And to know myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na sabog ako for the past days(months, years?) salamat at lab pa din ako ni Papa, Mama, Cathy at Crissy. Tenkyu tenkyu Familia Arellano. Salamat din kay Ot at Cielo sa pagtetext at pag-alala sa akin. Ganito lang kasi yan. Love-able naman kasi talaga ako. Paminsan lang hindi.&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/3880014499482442144-6765502747735412385?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6765502747735412385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=6765502747735412385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/6765502747735412385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/6765502747735412385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-3198902295009207949</id><published>2008-10-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:47:56.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me.</title><content type='html'>Who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-3198902295009207949?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3198902295009207949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=3198902295009207949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3198902295009207949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3198902295009207949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/tell-me.html' title='Tell me.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2873662145272242362</id><published>2008-10-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:30:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion Shock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there such thing as a religion shock? Well if there's none, then I guess I understand the term as something synonymous to culture shock. It's my mother's birthday tomorrow and she requested if we could go and worship at her church (she's a Protestant) in West Ave, QC. No problem with me really. It's not as if I have issues with other religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect their beliefs, hoping that they would do the same when it comes to mine. I do admit that I am not totally religious, and I there are things that I have yet to learn. But hey, I am giving enough effort to learn and have a clear understanding of Catholicism. I have finally come to a realization that I must NOT just accept whatever information is given to me. Hopefully, with my curiosity and urge to educate myself, I would finally able to defend my beliefs and explain why I believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Fr. Dacanay, at least now I know that it's not so much on which vocation a person chooses, it's more on how faithful that person fulfills the responsibilities associated with that response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for writing a blog of this sort. Just wanted to share the experience. It was fun songing sings and hearing the band play.&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/3880014499482442144-2873662145272242362?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2873662145272242362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2873662145272242362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2873662145272242362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2873662145272242362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/religion-shock.html' title='Religion Shock.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8018482021354360324</id><published>2008-10-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:47:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nangyari na ba ito sa iyo?</title><content type='html'>Ginapangan ng gumagalaw na buntot ng butiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Note: Buntot lang ah, walang katawan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang husay ng buntot, kahit wala ng ulo na naguutos kung ano ang dapat gawin... sige lang ng sige. Parang tadpole na lumalangoy sa tubig. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pumunta ako sa 25th Silver Wedding Anniversary ni Madam Cristy at ni Kuya Lito ngayon. Nagparinig magulang ko. 5 years na lang daw at sila naman ang magpapakasal ulit. Diosmeh, ako na daw bahala sa kasal nila. Aysus! Hindi pa nga ako graduate may nakareserba na akong gastusin. Yes naman, go anak! Pero masaya ako para kay Mama at Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Humirit pa si Mama, "Siguradong wala pa akong apo by that time."&lt;br /&gt;Sagot naman si Papa: "Oo naman."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin sigurado wala pa silang apo. Ilang taon na ba ko ng 2013? 23. Sana nga wala pa. (Hehe. Not funny.) Pero ewan ko na lang sa dalawa kong kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8018482021354360324?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8018482021354360324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8018482021354360324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8018482021354360324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8018482021354360324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/nangyari-na-ba-ito-sa-iyo.html' title='Nangyari na ba ito sa iyo?'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1834949923206158767</id><published>2008-10-17T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:53:26.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahirap ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that things are difficult.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1834949923206158767?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1834949923206158767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1834949923206158767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1834949923206158767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1834949923206158767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-not-because-things-are-difficult.html' title='Mahirap ba?'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1787244949538550013</id><published>2008-10-17T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:08:36.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect time.</title><content type='html'>To try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eat a new dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nestle.com.ph/recipe/recipes/RecipeDetails.asp?id=1760"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nestle.com.ph/recipe/images/uploaded/chocokokocrunch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Change your hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Start a conversation. (with random people? Why not.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Listen to classical music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take a photo of something unusual. (A photo. Not photoS.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Give your dog a bath.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/30276058_edc076b6c0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/30276058_edc076b6c0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1787244949538550013?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1787244949538550013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1787244949538550013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1787244949538550013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1787244949538550013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-time.html' title='Perfect time.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2694984065582916848</id><published>2008-10-17T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:17:32.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang tao..</title><content type='html'>... takot sa mga bagay na hindi niya naiintindihan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-2694984065582916848?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2694984065582916848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2694984065582916848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2694984065582916848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2694984065582916848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ang-tao.html' title='Ang tao..'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8831734944494473128</id><published>2008-10-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:47:34.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cathy, my very healthy sister, and I went to Trinoma last Thursday. Also met up with Jc. While we were window shopping, a guy from the WWF approached me. He was the same guy who talked to me and Mo last time I was in Trinoma. He asked me if I already signed up for WWF. I said: "Not yet." This got me into thinking, well maybe the least I could do is to check out the site and educate myself about what's happening with the world. I was really shocked when the guy told me that people in China eat pandas. I didn't know that, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the site. Please have time to check it out. Learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwf.org./"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SPhiR-ZwqSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cWvEoya7SRQ/s320/footer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258060625903397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to live in a beautiful world, do your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make it beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost P500 that day. Good thing Ate CJ of Let's Face It was honest and kind enough to text me saying that she unconsciously took my money and forgot all about it. Thank you thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me - Don't be clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To you, who's reading this - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;. There are still some people who you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cathy! Thanks for being a great sister. For coming with me. Cool ng Artwork shirts diba?&lt;br /&gt;Dapat talaga ipakita ng Pinoy ang galing na taglay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Bb (Baboy buddy)/ Cc (Copy cat)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Jc. For the record, you told me and cathy that you'd treat us someday.&lt;br /&gt;Walang limutan ah.&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/3880014499482442144-8831734944494473128?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8831734944494473128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8831734944494473128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8831734944494473128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8831734944494473128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-action.html' title='Take action.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SPhiR-ZwqSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cWvEoya7SRQ/s72-c/footer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-3438549158125154117</id><published>2008-10-15T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:43:27.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngiti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SPalW4wXtWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9xyaHHwTvpI/s1600-h/2300795867_4209486c19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SPalW4wXtWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9xyaHHwTvpI/s320/2300795867_4209486c19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257571427612603746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grin by Jimmy Domingo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo struck me the moment I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could smile everyday the way he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-3438549158125154117?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3438549158125154117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=3438549158125154117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3438549158125154117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3438549158125154117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ngiti.html' title='Ngiti.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SPalW4wXtWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9xyaHHwTvpI/s72-c/2300795867_4209486c19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7086584840367840657</id><published>2008-10-15T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:15:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownout. Likha ni Neil Imperial.</title><content type='html'>Sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;hinahamon tayong dumilat&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng buwang kinalawang&lt;br /&gt;sa pagtitig sa mga kulimlim&lt;br /&gt;na alon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, idilat ang mata. &lt;br /&gt;Huwag magpakabulag sa kung ano na lamang ang nakasanayan.&lt;br /&gt;Danasin ang mundo. Magtanong ka. Kilatisin ang mundo na ginagalawan.&lt;br /&gt;Try mo lang, kapag wala ka magawa. (Hehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7086584840367840657?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7086584840367840657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7086584840367840657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7086584840367840657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7086584840367840657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/brownout-likha-ni-neil-imperial.html' title='Brownout. Likha ni Neil Imperial.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-6941297838297548518</id><published>2008-10-13T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:44:00.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, this is what really matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paano kaya kapag nagtatrabaho na ako?&lt;br /&gt;Malamang hindi na puwede mag-cramming.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is not a noun. It is an adjective and an adverb.&lt;br /&gt;It's not only about doing more, not about having high grades.&lt;br /&gt;It is about serving others and accepting the pain that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year III, Sem 1  =  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Over with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3880014499482442144-6941297838297548518?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6941297838297548518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=6941297838297548518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/6941297838297548518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/6941297838297548518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-end-this-is-what-really-matters.html' title='In the end, this is what really matters.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1451396835865045957</id><published>2008-10-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:09:38.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sitti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para sa akin'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Hayaan na lang tumibok ang &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;puso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1451396835865045957?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1451396835865045957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1451396835865045957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1451396835865045957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1451396835865045957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-2711214350075317367</id><published>2008-10-07T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:56:58.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipamalas ang arete.</title><content type='html'>Philo group orals kaninang 1.45pm. Aminado ako na hindi talaga ako nakapag-aral ng masinsinan para sa final orals. Umasa na lang talaga ako na hindi ako mamalasin at madaling thesis statement ang kailangan naming ipaliwanag. At buti na lang, nangyari nga! (Akalain mo yun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sir Jope: Simulan natin sa pagbasa ng thesis #8. Issa, pakibasa at pakisimulan na rin ang pagpapaliwanag.&lt;br /&gt;Issa: (Nagulat. Nanlaki mata. Kinabahan. Nataranta. Hindi alam kung saan magsisimula. Atbp!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;8. Sa mga nagsasalubungang pwersa sa bawat tao mismo magmumula ang arête na gagamitin upang ipamalas ang tunay na pagkataong huhubog ng makabuluhang kwento para sa sarili at sa mundo—napag-iibayo ang pagkabigay ng tao at natatatakan ng loob ng tao ang kalikasan. Subalit hindi pinapadali ng ekonomikal at pulitikal na kalalagayan ng tao ang pagtupad niya sa tungkuling ito sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano ko nga ba sinumulan? Sabi ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Man is the cross-point of different intersecting lines namely: natural, interpersonal, social, cultural and transcendental. The moment man was born in this world, he was already given a certain set of characteristics and factors that he cannot, by any means, change. Mayroon siyang pagkabigay (&lt;i&gt;facticity&lt;/i&gt;) na kailangang tanggapin. At sa pagtanggap niya sa pagkabigay na iyon, naiintindihan niya na siya ay limitado. Ngunit hindi dapat doon magtapos ang kanyang pagmumuni. Dapat din makita ng tao na dahil sa kanyang pagkabigay, may mga iba't-ibang posibilidad na kaya niyang abutin. At sa paggawa, doon naipapamalas ng tao ang kanyang galing- ang kanyang arete at doon mahahanap ng tao ang kanyang kaganapan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ikaw, naipapamalas mo ba ang iyong arete sa ginagawa mo ngayon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-2711214350075317367?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2711214350075317367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=2711214350075317367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2711214350075317367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/2711214350075317367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ipamalas-ang-arete.html' title='Ipamalas ang arete.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8578660497565000873</id><published>2008-10-06T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:54:47.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a verb.</title><content type='html'>Stayed up last night, just studying for my Theo finals. I was reviewing my past notes, a paragraph from Scott Peck's essay &lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;, suddenly struck me. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"... the desire to love is not itself love. Love is as love does. Love is an act of will. Will implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love. No matter how much we may think we are loving, if we are in fact not loving, it is because we have chosen not to love..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8578660497565000873?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8578660497565000873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8578660497565000873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8578660497565000873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8578660497565000873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-verb.html' title='Love is a verb.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-8782734815979430122</id><published>2008-10-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:58:06.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwiset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ako lang ba ganito mag-isip. Pero nabababawan talaga ako sa mga taong wala ng ginawa buong araw kundi magtext. Ayos lang kung importante yung pinaguusapan eh, pero kung puros "gawa mo?" o "ahh, ok. kwento ka naman." hindi ko mapapatawad eh. Idagdag mo pa na yung katext naman na mga tao ay kasama niya lagi sa school. Ano yun? Aksaya lang ng panahon ang pagtetext. Trip lang? Dahil walang magawa? Para stay connected 24/7? Konektado ka nga sa mga kaibigan mo pero sa pamilya mo na kasama mo sa bahay, hindi mo na makausap kasi atat na atat ka sa reply ng mga katext mo. Dyuskopo! Patawarin na kung sobrang init ng ulo ko. Hindi na kasi rasyonal eh. Imbis na makatulong sa pagbuo ng maayos at matitibay na relasyon sa ibang tao, nakakasira lang eh. Nagiging peke na lang ung relasyon, minsan hanggang text lang naman ganun. Kapag nagkita na, wala na. Tameme lang. Hi hello lang ang masasabi. At konting ngitian. Ano yun? Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nawawala na ang tunay na kahulugan ng salitang "pagkakaibigan" at "kaibigan". Hindi ko sinisisi ang cellphone. Sinisisi ko ang tao sa kanyang bulag na paggawa ng mga bagay na hindi man lamang pinagiisipan ng mabuti. Ang mas malala, nasasanay pa ang tao sa ganoong gawi. Ang lungkot. PERO mas lalong nakakainis. Ano na nangyayari sa kabataan ngayon? Ano na ba ang pinahahalagahan nila? Ano na mga pinaniniwalaan nila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maniniwala ka na lang ba sa kung ano sasabihin sayo ng mga kaibigan/guro/at ibang tao sayo? Hindi mo man lamang ba kwekwestiyunin kung tama o may basehan ang sinabi ng taong iyon? Nasa sa iyo lang naman iyon. Kung mamatay ka man biglaan anong gusto mo na maging huling bagay na ginagawa mo: nagtetext ng kung sinoman o nakikipagkwentuhan sa pamilya mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Pag-isipan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-8782734815979430122?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8782734815979430122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=8782734815979430122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8782734815979430122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/8782734815979430122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/bwiset.html' title='Bwiset.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-7859767803145904</id><published>2008-10-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:38:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle.</title><content type='html'>The semester is nearing it's end. I only have a week to go before the one month sembreak. Oh the joy of new beginnings! :] Been too busy for the past month that I never really got the chance to talk to my family, which is a sad sad thing. My sister, Cathy, lost her phone and now suffers the same fate I had last June. When things like these happen, I can't help and be ashamed of myself for forgetting that I should always be conscious of myself and  my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ate Lara's birthday today. It's her first birthday alone in Canada. She keeps telling me how sad she is for not being able to be with her family and friends during her special day. The things people have to sacrifice just to make a living. I do hope she enjoys her job there. That's the least thing I could hope for. Physical distance from the people you love and value the most is a painful reality that some people face. BUT no matter what happens..... everything will be alright. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember: Sometimes to live is even an act of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." - Seneca&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by CS Lewis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-7859767803145904?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7859767803145904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=7859767803145904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7859767803145904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/7859767803145904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/struggle.html' title='Struggle.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-3242996408695874150</id><published>2008-10-01T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:30:26.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We still BELIEVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25 September 2008 - Every student in Ateneo knew what was going to happen that day. Most of the 4:30pm classes were declared free cut. I guess the professors were smart enough to know that the students wouldn't miss the game that will make Ateneo the champions of the Men's Basketball division for the fourth (?) time. It's been 6 years since Ateneo had a taste of victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The time has come for Ateneo! This year's basketball team is spectacular. All the players had their hearts set for the gold. (Chaching.) Cheers for #7 Baclao. Most Defensive Player. AND Most Valuable Player during the Finals Game. Hands down to you. BLOCKLAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30 Sept 2008 - BONFIRE! Need I say more? It rained. Bellarmine Field = Putik. Converse shoes = Putik. Pants = Putik. Ate free litson. Drank free Propel. Thanks Kuya Chef and Kuya Gatorade. Mo got 4 posters, thanks to her charm. It was fun, but it could've been funner. =)) &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/3880014499482442144-3242996408695874150?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3242996408695874150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=3242996408695874150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3242996408695874150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/3242996408695874150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-stil-believe.html' title='We still BELIEVE.'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880014499482442144.post-1208039249077062846</id><published>2008-09-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:33:37.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>星期五。而00八年八月十二日。</title><content type='html'>大家好！我现在没有课。我在Matteo。我三点半去上Philo课。我现在写Theo paper。 我饿。 我要多吃。Chicken, rice, beef, ice cream, tuna, peanut butter sandwich, drink mango shake. but i cant leave because i have to look at my friend's things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3880014499482442144-1208039249077062846?l=isuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1208039249077062846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3880014499482442144&amp;postID=1208039249077062846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1208039249077062846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880014499482442144/posts/default/1208039249077062846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/00.html' title='星期五。而00八年八月十二日。'/><author><name>Issa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407412284531258843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNv0cuWcZpY/SMoz0YHP1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VKFFWWzRQgg/S220/Hello1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
