<?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-11670967</id><updated>2011-12-01T11:03:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanikalâ ng mga Puláng Talà</title><subtitle type='html'>~ Dito nakasalansan ang lahat ng damdaming namumutawi mula sa aking puso. Akong-ako ito, wala nang iba pa. Walang kokontra, mahirap na... Salamat. ~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-114459814444476801</id><published>2006-04-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:39:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just so you know, I am serving as a Sunday school teacher in church, and my job is to basically teach children the teachings in the Bible. All the teachers were assigned to a designated date, and it just happened that I was assigned for this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was not that ready for my lesson for them, so I decided to make an impromptu lesson plan, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. After the opening prayer, which was led by one of the pupils, I opened my Bible and looked for a good topic. Voila! Yes, &lt;strong&gt;SELF-IMAGE&lt;/strong&gt; was the chosen topic for this Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the beginning of the session [or class] I read a Bible verse relating to the self-image topic, and then I let them have some sharing. The sharing-slash-activity was for each one of them to tell everybody what their &lt;strong&gt;OLD IMAGE&lt;/strong&gt; was and what their &lt;strong&gt;NEW IMAGE&lt;/strong&gt; is. So we started to do the round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/cheating.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/cheating1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/cheating.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/200/cheating.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each kid was telling everybody how bad s/he was, and how s/he has improved on that bad attitude. After several testimonies, a testimony of one girl &lt;strong&gt;JUST HIT ME&lt;/strong&gt;. Her testimony was about her &lt;strong&gt;CHEATING HABITS&lt;/strong&gt; in school. Yes, it's normal for students to cheat (though, it's still a violation), but cheating as a habit…that really bothered me. What made my heart pound harder was when I learned that almost all the kids in the circle are involved in such a dishonest act! From there, I started asking questions like "Why are you cheating?", "Do you know that cheating is bad?", "How long have you been doing that?", "How often?", "Were you caught cheating before?", "How do you feel when you cheat?", and many more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was in great shock when the girl told me that it's &lt;strong&gt;INEVITABLE&lt;/strong&gt; for them &lt;strong&gt;TO STOP CHEATING&lt;/strong&gt;; that it's already &lt;strong&gt;PART OF HER SYSTEM&lt;/strong&gt;. Sheesh! Is this what's happening in our schools today, particularly in &lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC SCHOOLS&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;em&gt;Sinasabi pa naman nating "Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan" tapos ganito lang pala ang nangyayari.&lt;/em&gt; Cheating is only one of the cancers infesting our schools today. There are many more like &lt;strong&gt;DRUGS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;SEX&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;VIOLENCE&lt;/strong&gt; at elementary and high school ages.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moreover, they told me that their teachers sometimes give them the answers in their tests. Yes, even in their NAT (National Achievement Test), teachers also gave out what we call &lt;em&gt;kodigo&lt;/em&gt; so that the students would pass, and the school would place high in the national rankings. What's the use of having a national assessment test, anyway, if almost all the students just copied from each other? [&lt;em&gt;Anak ng tinapa!&lt;/em&gt;] Therefore, I conclude that the NAT is close to useless. &lt;em&gt;Sayang naman ang effort ng DepEd...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thing, I just learned that some of the teachers in public schools are not LET (Licensure Examinations for Teachers) passers. So I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Pwede pala 'yun?"&lt;/em&gt; Not a good idea, though. But, can we blame them? &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; As we all know, there is a scarcity of teachers here because of &lt;strong&gt;BRAIN DRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, the good teachers we had found greener pastures abroad and would most probably not go back here anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What are left here are the newly graduated, inexperienced teachers, as well as the non-qualifiers of the LET. As soon as the new graduates of Education get their diplomas, most of them (if not all) would most likely fix everything as fast as they can to look for teaching opportunities in first world countries. After a few months or years of fixing-slash-working, they will say "&lt;strong&gt;GOOD-BYE!&lt;/strong&gt;" to the Philippines. Now, what's left? Of course, the LET non-qualifiers as well as the not-so-good teachers. You know what to expect from them, don't you? I am not saying that the teachers who stay here are not good. [I &lt;strong&gt;SALUTE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HONOR&lt;/strong&gt; those teachers who stay here to teach and have a good intention of catering to the educational needs of the new generation, like us.] What I am trying to say is that many of the good ones go abroad to earn bigger money to support their family (here, &lt;strong&gt;WE CAN'T BLAME THEM&lt;/strong&gt;), thus the occurrence of scarcity of quality teachers for our Filipino children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After hearing the stories of the kids about their stay in public schools, it suddenly occurred to me that I want to be the principal of their school, or the Secretary of Education, or even the President of the Philippines. Geez. The Department of Education &lt;strong&gt;HAS TO DO SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt;, indeed! I am so bothered about the education situation and system we have here in our country. I just hope that someone from DepEd reads this. &lt;em&gt;Pero, asa namang maaantig ang puso nila dito.&lt;/em&gt; This just means that the solution to this cancer in the field of education is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not for the current government to fix, but for our generation to fix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The quality of Philippine Education used to be number &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; in Asia. Now, only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; country is behind us from the lowest rank in Asia. Let's &lt;strong&gt;BRING BACK&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLD IMAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Philippine Education by IMPROVING its &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW IMAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today. I hope that my generation is also readily challenged and has the care (&lt;em&gt;pakealam&lt;/em&gt;) to solve this &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; predicament as me. A-Ja! [",]&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/11670967-114459814444476801?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/114459814444476801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=114459814444476801' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114459814444476801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114459814444476801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-and-new-image.html' title='Old and New Image'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-114413485700148421</id><published>2006-04-04T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:08:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/OT%20at%20work.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/OT%20at%20work.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a year now since I graduated from high school. Last year was very crucial for me because of all the confusions I have when it comes to the college I will go to and to the course that I will take. Yes, time passed away in just a snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever since I was a child, I've really wanted to be a doctor, a pediatrician in particular. This is so because I really love kids. However, all came into bewilderment during the summer of last year after experiencing all the pressures I got from almost everybody around me (Hint: the BSN-craze). To cut the story short, my dreams and goals of being a doctor were all shattered at once. At any rate, past is past. I've forgotten all about it; I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June of 2005, I entered U.P. (Manila), my dream school. I've been a University student for one year now, and up to now, I still can't believe that I am actually studying there (seriously). Sigh. Indeed, the Lord hears my prayers. Thanks to Him. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I am taking up BS Occupational Therapy (BSOT), a premedical course; still hoping to pursue my dream of being a doctor. But, honestly, when I got into BSOT, I was like, "What's this?!" Geez, I had no idea of what BSOT really is. However, after all the orientations that I've attended, and after all the explanations that I've received from upperclassmen, my knowledge about Occupational Therapy started to widen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's my point. It's really irritating (sometimes, funny) for me whenever people ask me what my course is. Yes, it bothers me because almost everybody always gives me an annoying Ha-What's-That answer after I tell them what my course is. Here's a typical illustration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Person: "Mike, &lt;em&gt;ano nga palang course mo sa UP&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;em&gt;Occupational Therapy po.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Person: "&lt;em&gt;Ahhh... ano ‘yun? 'Yan ba yung parang PT?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ahhh... ano 'yun? 'Yan yung nagmamasahe, 'di ba?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Sige, magmarunong pa! LOL. May "Ahhh..." pang nalalaman, kunyari alam, sabay biglang, "Ano 'yun?" &lt;/em&gt;Funny isn't it?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;LMAO.&lt;em&gt; Minsan nga eh akala nila na sa UP-Diliman ako nag-aaral. Hello? Health Science courses such as OT, PT, SP, Nursing, Dentistry, Pharmacy, etc. are all offered in UP-Manila alone. Wala lang, just so you know, people. &lt;/em&gt;Smiles.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At this point of the conversation, it signals me to go about the whole process of defining OT, differentiating OT from PT, giving examples of what OTs do, and correcting the misconceptions about OT. Okay, for all those who are still confused of what OT really is, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Occupational therapy is skilled treatment that helps individuals achieve independence in all facets of their lives. Occupational therapy assists people in developing the "skills for the job of living" necessary for independent and satisfying lives" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aota.org/featured/area6/index.asp#what"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.aota.org/featured/area6/index.asp#what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Difference from PT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OTs focus on rehabilitating the fine motors skills (reaching objects, brushing teeth, using spoon and fork, etc.) of the patients, while PT's focus on the ambulation (walking, etc.) of the patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OTs help improve the function of a person in his or her respective &lt;strong&gt;OCCUPATION&lt;/strong&gt;. For instance, a typist had a stroke. Obviously he or she won't be able to move his or her hands and fingers to type. With this, an OT will make a therapeutic activity to rehabilitate or fix the dysfunction of the typist. After several sessions of therapy, the typist will bit by bit improve his or her skills in typing and function normally in his or her occupation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PT's basically relieve the pain, prevent deformity, improve strength, develop coordination and increase functional ability of his or her patients (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casa.colostate.edu/Advising/Pre-Professional/info/otOrPt.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.casa.colostate.edu/Advising/Pre-Professional/info/otOrPt.cfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconceptions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE DON'T DO MASSAGES&lt;/strong&gt;. OTs are not reflexologists who only take up 6-months training of massaging to work in sauna bars and massage centers. So don't call us "masahistas". LOL. We're also not nurses; we work with nurses. &lt;strong&gt;We are clinicians who work in therapeutic facilities to give people (children or adults) a satisfying and better life through rehabilitation medicine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There! After reading this, I hope you already know a bit about us. So, s&lt;em&gt;a susunod, hindi ka na magiging-IGNO kapag tinanong ka kung ano ang OT. Nakakapagod at nakakatuyo na kasi ng laway kapag explain ka nang explain sa mga taong hindi alam ang OT eh, kaya sinulat ko nalang dito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To add, OTs can either focus on rehabilitating children (pediatrics) or elderly people (geriatrics), or both. Sigh. God really knows everything and He never makes mistakes. Indeed, He already planned this out for me. I may not be a pediatrician in the future, but I can be an OT who gives hope to kids with dysfunctions and disabilities. See? I'm still in the medicine field and at the same time, I'm also gonna work with kids, which I've really wanted ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love what I am doing now and no one, nothing can ever stop me. Despite the hardships that I had gone and will go through to finish this course, I am still thankful to God and to those who support me because this is what I want and makes me and my &lt;strong&gt;destiny fulfilled&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-114413485700148421?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/114413485700148421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=114413485700148421' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114413485700148421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114413485700148421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2006/04/destiny-fulfilled.html' title='Destiny Fulfilled'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-114381258033425646</id><published>2006-03-31T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:02:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Classrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/chairs.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long time &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; blog for me. Blame the 2nd semester that just passed. He-He. It was just a &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt; (and I mean it) semester that kept me &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; busy with school, all those acads, and other stuff. Yes, it was like a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; walk to Calvary. Now, it's &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; through. Students are now in vacation...classrooms are now empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;By the way, I just buried the 2nd semester today at exactly 4:16 p.m. right after my Math 1 finals, my last exam for the sem. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Remember my entry last January about my anxiety for the 2nd sem? Even before I stepped into it, I already heard a lot of rumors about it. They all say that it is &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;TIRESOME&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;DEMANDING&lt;/strong&gt;. Owell, true enough, it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like all those other college students out there, I have also shared my &lt;strong&gt;SLEEPLESS&lt;/strong&gt; nights and &lt;strong&gt;COUNTLESS&lt;/strong&gt; depressions with them. The grueling tension of studying [or cramming] every night for an exam the next day made me a &lt;strong&gt;LIVING ZOMBIE&lt;/strong&gt; for several months. And oh! Hello to my new best-friend, &lt;strong&gt;FAILURE&lt;/strong&gt;. Indeed, achieving a &lt;strong&gt;HEALTHY PAIR OF EYE BAGS&lt;/strong&gt; was truly the best reward for all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But, despite with all the &lt;strong&gt;STRESSES&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ANXIETIES&lt;/strong&gt; this sem has brought me, I would like to thank every &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; that helped me go through all these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MECHANICAL PENCIL &amp; BLACK PILOT PEN&lt;/strong&gt; that never retires from its job of assisting me in writing all my notes and reviewers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALCULATOR&lt;/strong&gt; that has been my bestfriend during chemistry, physics, and math exams;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YELLOW DERMATOGRAPH&lt;/strong&gt; that never fails to highlight the lines in my handouts, books, and reviewers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORRECTION TAPE&lt;/strong&gt; that never fails to maintain my test papers clean even though I have some erasures in them;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAPLER&lt;/strong&gt; (and its wires) that never fails to keep my handouts in place;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;all the &lt;strong&gt;"FOTOX" &lt;/strong&gt;I have that have been there for me in preparing for all my departmental exams (even though they already infested my room and cabinets). &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Of course, I won't forget my &lt;strong&gt;CLASSMATES[SLASH]TUTORS&lt;/strong&gt; who never hesitate to teach me the things I know not of, and for all my &lt;strong&gt;BEZ&lt;/strong&gt;'s who incessantly pray for me whenever I request them to. Guys, thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORD&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; for making me pass &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my subjects. (I already &lt;strong&gt;CLAIM&lt;/strong&gt; it! He-He.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The semester's over, hello now to &lt;strong&gt;SUMMER&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-114381258033425646?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/114381258033425646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=114381258033425646' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114381258033425646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114381258033425646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty-classrooms.html' title='Empty Classrooms'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-114097273741077255</id><published>2006-02-27T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:59:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Sa Akin Lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/philiflag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/philiflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's happening again. All those rallies, coups, and people powers - please! I just don't get &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; does it have to be like this?! Yes, it is the 20th anniversary of Edsa One. But, does it mean that we have to do it once more like the re-enactments in those crime expose shows? Not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All those leaders and military men organizing a coup against our president are all&lt;strong&gt; pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;! [Let me express myself in Tagalog starting from here.] &lt;em&gt;Sige, sinong ipapalit nila kapag bumaba si PGMA? Si Ka Noli? Utang na loob... &lt;/em&gt;Then who? Them people who are so engrossed to put PGMA down? Think again. &lt;em&gt;Oo na, nandaya na si Gloria. Oo na't nangurakot na sila ng asawa niya. Pero sino bang pulitiko ang malinis? Sino bang presidente ang kayang magbigay ng pagbabago sa loob lamang ng 5 taon? Malabong mangyari 'yun lalo pa't malala na ang kanser ng lipunang kinabibilangan natin.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sige, tanggalin si PGMA at subukang ipalit ang mga walang-utang-na-loob na militar na 'yan. Tignan lang natin kung hindi rin magkanda-loko-loko ang Pilipinas sa pangungurakot at sa pag-pa-powertrip nila! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala sa pagsali sa malawakang welga ang totoong rebolusyon. Wala sa coup at wala rin lalo sa presidenteng nakaupo. Matagal nang namumulok ang puso't diwa ng mga Pilipino; wala na ring natitirang pagmamahal sa bansa... Pero ang totoong pagbabago ay dapat na magsimula sa ating puso. Sa pamamagitan ng paggawa ng tungkuling nakatakda sa atin ay isang paraan na upang maipakita mong mahal mo ang Pilipinas. Bilang isang estudyante, ang pag-aaral ng mabuti ay isang pahiwatig na mahal mo ang iyong bayang tinubuan. Maging radikal sa pag-aaral at pananalangin, hindi sa kalye. Susko!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Maaaring &lt;em&gt;corny &lt;/em&gt;o&lt;em&gt; cliche-ish&lt;/em&gt; ang mga nasambit kong salita... Pero 'yan na lahat 'yon. Ang sa akin lang... Ang sa akin lang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-114097273741077255?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/114097273741077255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=114097273741077255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114097273741077255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/114097273741077255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2006/02/ang-sa-akin-lang.html' title='Ang Sa Akin Lang...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113604046664857407</id><published>2005-12-31T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:08:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to a Better Year of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just before 2005 closes, I just want to make one more blog entry. &lt;em&gt;Huling hirit, kumbaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What a year! 2005 has a lot of ups and downs for me, really! Tears and laughter were the main ingredients of this farewelling year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For all the people who made this year wonderful for me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I mean it &lt;em&gt;mga bez&lt;/em&gt;. You know who you are. And for those people who hurt me, thank you also because I wouldn't be this strong if it weren't for you. Again, you know who you are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't believe in New Year's resolutions because honestly, it's hard to promise. Am i right? Or am I not? Okay, here's the thing: as I have observed, in most cases, after making a new year's resolution on the first day of the year, after a week or so, you'll be back to your old bad habits. Believe me! Unless you're dead serious about your NY's resolutions, which is always a rare case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;However, I believe that it's much better if we call it "I-Will-Try-to-Decision" in exchange for "New Year's Resolution". With that, here are my "I-Will-Try-to-Decisions":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On 2006,&lt;strong&gt; I will try to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be more loving to all the people around me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be more active in church;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be more hardworking in school;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be a more responsible kuya to my siblings and my mom;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be a &lt;strong&gt;BETTER PERSON AS A WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A lot more follows but I can't write them all down here because it will take some time and space. All I want to point out is that as New Year (2006) comes, let's all &lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt; to withdraw the bad habits and improve more on the good habits that we have. There's no harm in trying, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So to everyone, &lt;strong&gt;may you have a blessed and better year of 2006&lt;/strong&gt;! I love you guys! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113604046664857407?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113604046664857407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113604046664857407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113604046664857407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113604046664857407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-to-better-year-of-2006_31.html' title='Hello to a Better Year of 2006'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113595787476453028</id><published>2005-12-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:17:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/DSC00437[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/DSC00437%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's nice to go back to the past and remember those good memories you've had with your high school classmates and friends. We were just all together last March, and come June, we're off to our own different ways. Now in college, it's hard to be all together again, and I mean it. Anyway, college came along so fast and of course, it won't be complete without having reunions, big or small, with high school classmates and friends. Yes, that's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Couldn't describe it but that. With my all my high school buddies around, it's simply a good way to end the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So as afternoon approached yesterday, I hurriedly took a bath, dressed up, and went to Katipunan to meet with my former teacher in grade 7. The meeting place was Starbucks, and I was late. He-He. Whatever. At least, I got to meet my buddy from Fordham, Jared, and of course, Miss Gina. After a long time, finally, we met each other once again. We had some coffee and chit-chatted as if there's no tomorrow. It's really a relief, seeing some special people you haven't seen for a long time. &lt;em&gt;Thank you po sa book and bookmark, ma'am&lt;/em&gt;. See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ice came in late at 6pm and never had the chance to talk or even see Miss Gina. Too bad! But, there's always a next time so I guess he doesn't have to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was dinner time then, and we're all hungry. We decided to go to World Topps to eat but we suddenly realized that we might miss the Pyrolympics in Roxas scheduled at 7pm. So we didn't eat dinner first and hurried straight to Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We're six: Me, Ice, Migy, Monchet, Andrew, and Japie. Thank goodness we fit the pick-up of Ice. Every second was specially fun. We talked and joked around endlessly inside the car as we traveresed the streets of Manila. It was traffic and we didn't realize that it's pass 7pm, therefore, we assumed that we're not going to catch the fireworks display of the U.S. Fortunately, as we were in the middle of the traffic in Roxas Boulevard, the pyro displays came out, and yes, we could see it from afar inside the car. After the U.S.A.'s pyro display, it was South Africa's turn to show off what they got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Finally, we got to park the car somewhere in Roxas (infront of Kenny). From there, we walked to the site where the Mall of Asia is situated. It's far but it's worth it. The fireworks were brilliant. The audience whoaed in awe as the breath-taking display filled the black skies. Different shapes, sizes, and colors of fireworks were there and all the people were absolutely stunned and impressed with what they saw. The Pyrolympics ended and indeed satisfied each of its viewer, including us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, we almost forgot, we still haven't eaten dinner during at that moment and from there, we dashed straight to the nearest restaurant with seats. (Ack! All the eating places there were full, as in, FULL of people.) The place for our stomachs was Pancake House. Kinda expensive but it's delicious. Besides, we're starving. We had no time to think of the "how much?" anymore. All we wanted was to eat. He-He. Finally, we got to fill in our tummies and gained some energy to party the night away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bring it on! Yesternight was my first time to be in Baywalk as well as in Malate. It was awesome! I mean it. Baywalk was full of lights and color. The people there, I assume, belong to different walks of life, which is a nice and healthy sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;From Baywalk, we headed straight to Malate-the party capital of the Philippines! Yeah baby! It was crowded there. Beer drinkers all around, entertainers scarttered all over the streets, and bars everywhere. Sheesh, being a first-timer, I was amazed. But there's one thing I noticed when we got there: Malate people &lt;strong&gt;love to party and have fun&lt;/strong&gt;! And, that's what we want that's why we're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just to add, Malate is a melting pot of people, but we were really shocked as we passed by a particular street exclusively for gays and bisexuals. The landmark in there is the boutique of sexy clothes, et cetera (you know what I mean). I have nothing against them, I just felt something odd in the atmosphere as we walked on "their" street because their eyes were like hawks as if they would eat us alive if we did a wrong move. He-He. No offense meant. But, it was fun though. I mean, it was a unique experience, boy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A night of partying and hanging out with my peers... What more can I ask for? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We left Manila at around 2:00am. I got home at 3:00am. That's late! He-He. But, thank goodness I got home safely. This is an unforgetable one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Indeed,&lt;strong&gt; reunions&lt;/strong&gt; don't fail to make people happy. :) &lt;em&gt;Sana maulit muli...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113595787476453028?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113595787476453028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113595787476453028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113595787476453028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113595787476453028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/12/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113539719980121792</id><published>2005-12-24T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:06:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Blogspot! Long time no blog for me. Well, I have really been planning to come up with a Christmas entry before the actual celebration ever since I stopped making entries for my blog. This semester has been very demanding that's why I didn't manage to make at least one entry after my November 8 entry (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my last one&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Anyway, without further ado, let me now start with my Christmas entry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't know if it's just me, but I just didn't notice that Christmas is coming. December came and yet I still don't feel its spirit. The streets and houses I see and pass by everyday are full of intricate and shimmering Christmas decors. I see a lot of people busy shopping for Christmas gifts. And, I see the media's repetitive showing and flashing of Christmas advertisements... All of them failed to make me feel the spirit of Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was at the mall doing my last-minute Christmas shopping (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just for conformity&lt;/span&gt;). As I walk through the middle aisle of one of the floors in SM, I suddenly became disheartened with the picture I saw: people who are all so busy shopping as if there's no tomorrow, Santa Clauses everywhere all adored by children as if he's the one we all should celebrate for, and the grandiose decorations filling the entirety of the mall. Indeed, the world has become so materialistic today. It just saddend me for it seems that everyone forgets the &lt;strong&gt;TRUE MEANING OF THE SEASON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tumatanda na nga yata talaga ako kasi hindi na'ko nahahayok sa pagsapit ng Kapaskuhan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes, I just envy those small kids I see, all wearing their best sweaters and feeling the cold Christmas breeeze. I just love seeing them getting excited for the 25th day of December. But what really bothers and makes me sad is that what they're really excited for is the gifts they are about to receive from "Santa" on Christmas eve - new clothes, toys, candies, et cetera. Most of them do not know who they should really be celebrating for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Singit ko lang: sa totoo lang nahirapan akong maghanap ng picture for this entry kasi wala akong mahanap na totoong nag-de-depict ng CHRISTMAS. Sad isn't it? :c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Indeed, it's not about the gifts, the cards, the &lt;em&gt;aguinaldo&lt;/em&gt;'s, and the decors. But, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's all about JESUS.&lt;/span&gt; Let's turn our backs from the materialistic world we are engulfed in and embrace the real essence of Christmas - &lt;strong&gt;the birth of our LORD and Saviour, Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. Let's all love and give, not only during Christmas time, but in our every day lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now friends, I'll just leave you with these questions to ponder upon just before the celebration starts: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can it be, that He was the one on the cross? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can it be, that the scars in His hands are for me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Think about it. Answer it yourself quietly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's just how He loves you and me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you and your family. Most of all, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113539719980121792?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113539719980121792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113539719980121792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113539719980121792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113539719980121792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-jesus_113539719980121792.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113137042413929248</id><published>2005-11-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:33:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/karate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/karate.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PE: Karate? Whatthafudge!? Okay, so here's the definition from Encarta: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;KARATE is a traditional Japanese form of unarmed combat, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now widely popular as a sport, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in which fast blows or kicks are used.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tell you this first. So I enrolled today for the second semester. The enrollment started after lunch at 1:00 p.m. Thank goodness I finished in an hour and a half. Well, good enough. (As we were in queue during the enrollment, we can't help but talk about how excruciating and how long the enrollment in Diliman is. Is it right to compare? Nah. Oops! Don't mind me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, as soon as I got my Form 5 (where my schedule for the semester and receipt of my tuition and fees are printed), I immediately took a look at what my PE would be for this coming semester. But before that, according to the CRS (the online enlistment system of UP), our block is to be separated into two PE blocks: one is &lt;u&gt;Tae-Bo&lt;/u&gt;, and the other one is &lt;u&gt;Karate&lt;/u&gt;. But, to tell you, I'd rather have Tae-Bo than Karate even if I don't feel like getting either sport as my P.E. Owell, so going back to the Mike-looking-at-his-Form-5 scene, what came crossing my eyes was the word:&lt;strong&gt; KARATE&lt;/strong&gt;! My first reaction was to laugh at it sarcastically ('cause I simply don't like to take Karate). I know I couldn't have it changed but there's something in me that wants to go and talk to the College Secretary and ask her to actually change my PE into Tae-Bo or to some sport, which would be more interesting for me like badminton, tennis, or anything just not Tae-Bo or Karate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brat me! Ha-Ha. But hey! Enough of the negativities. I'd just like to look at the brighter side of this sport, Karate. Well, I believe that it would help me learn self-defense and use it for all those thieves and snatchers in Manila. Ha-Ha. Another one is discipline. And lastly, strength and stamina. Hope I'd accomplish all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Good luck to my Karate sessions every Thursday at 7 to 9 in the morning this semester! c",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113137042413929248?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137042413929248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113137042413929248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113137042413929248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113137042413929248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/11/karate.html' title='Karate'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113128472724595505</id><published>2005-11-06T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:28:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak's Almost Over; Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School is back again. My first semester in college is finished, and now, another semester is on my way. Seven more to go. Well, &lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/strong&gt; I'll just have to pass through &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; more semesters to finish my course, BS OT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What I am feeling now is I-want-to-go-to-school-but-still-don't. Okay, forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want to go back to school because I am sick and tired of being forever idle at home with nothing to do. However, I still don't want to go back because of the fact that there will again be dreaded assignments, papers, and projects that will be given to us soon by our &lt;em&gt;kind-hearted&lt;/em&gt; professors. Well, they're part of school and it &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be like that. Doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But, reality is reality. Time doesn't go back, it moves forward. Yes, we all know that. Now, I can just see how the Second Semester outstretches its arms looking like it wants to hug me for the next five months. It's all up to us if we're going to hug it back or not. But I suggest, we hug it back so that we won't have a hard time... You know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wake up, guys! It's back-to-school time! Need to rest now since tomorrow's enrolment. God bless us all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113128472724595505?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113128472724595505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113128472724595505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sembreaks-almost-over-back-to-school.html' title='Sembreak&apos;s Almost Over; Back to School'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113102990192978378</id><published>2005-11-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:58:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Day Break Far From Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/impake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/200/impake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be gone for two days for a Youth Camp/Sportsfest that will be held in Pandi, Bulacan. It's a church event for the youth, so there. It's my first time to be out of Manila during the sembreak. I guess it's time for me to breathe fresh air (at long last) and see the untouched nature in the countryside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm looking forward to having a great time there. Off I go now! :) I still have to pack up some more stuff for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'll be back Saturday night. See you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113102990192978378?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113102990192978378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113102990192978378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113102990192978378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113102990192978378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-day-break-far-from-man_113102990192978378.html' title='A Two Day Break Far From Manila'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113094827572847865</id><published>2005-11-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:17:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Before School Resumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/ONE.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/ONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just remembered my previous entry on what are the things I should accomplish during the one-month long semestral break. Well, since I only have one week left before school starts, I'll see and give you an update if I've done everything I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Pumunta sa AdMU for a visit. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did it several times. It was fun and nostalgic at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Linisin ang filler at ibenta sa junkshop ang mga papel na nakuha mula rito. /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Actually during the first day of the sembreak, I did this task already. However, I did not manage to sell my papers to a junkshop because I thought that I may need it or someone may need it in the future. I just don't want to put them into waste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Maglinis ng cabinet./ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done it during the second day of sembreak.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Gumawa ng raket para kumita ng pera (para sa NSTP2 next sem). / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah! During the break I tutor English to some students. With this, I am hoping for some amount in exchange for our CWTS2 next semester.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[×] &lt;strong&gt;Mag-out-of-town with my blockmates. /&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;We didn't have much time in planning for an outing this sembreak since we have this upcoming CAMP Talent Show on November 15. So instead of planning for the outing, we chose to prioritize and went on planning for the talent show. Maybe we can go out of town during summer, next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Magpaka-muchacho sa bahay. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's nothing to do in the house, I try my best to help out in doing some chores. Well, it's a good thing, isn't it? Kinda fulfilling for me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Makipag-trick-or-treat. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on! Believe it or not. I did this task last October 28. My friend, Leo, invited me to go to their Halloween party in Tierra Pura. There, we pretended to be kids once again (without the costumes). Thanks Leo. We all had fun! :) ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bisitahin si daddy sa Himlayan. /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; We visited dad and Lolo Papang last October 31 and November 1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Bonding with family. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday is a bonding day for our family during the sembreak especially when we went to Himlayan to visit daddy. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matulog nang matulog.&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;em&gt;Yup. Yup. Yup. I slept and I slept a lot for the past few weeks. Of course, I'd indulge myself in sleeping before it's too late 'coz next sem, I suppose, there's no sleeping anymore. Ha-Ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[×] &lt;strong&gt;Magpataba. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As usual, this task is so hard for me to do ever since. I tried eating everything I can, yet there's no effect. I ate a lot of sweets, fatty food, meat, and oily food, still the same old Mike with a weight of 125 pounds and a waistline of 27 inches. Geez! I shouldn't have said that. Okay, I am an ectomorph, but is it still possible for me to obtain a mesomorphic BMI through proper diet? Nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Magbasa ng kahit isang libro. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! I am currently reading Harry Potter 4, The Goblet of Fire. Sheesh, I'm now in Chapter 27. Ten chapters to go. I'm hoping to finish this book before the movie premieres on the 16th. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;Maglaro ng isport - balibol at badminton. /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yup! I did have the chance to play sports during the long break. I played volleyball in Ateneo with my HS classmates and friends. That's my only exercise and means of perspiring. Not yet badminton, though. Having one week more, I hope I can do some more physical activities in preparation for the coming semester.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[check] &lt;strong&gt;And, of course, to meet and hangout with my high school classmates, friends, and teachers. / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done it a lot of times. I hope that with the one week I have left, I'll get to hang out with them some more before second semester begins. Thanks for everything guys. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi naman ako halatang bored, 'no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, out of 14 tasks to be done, there are only 2 goals I didn't quite accomplish: to gain weight, and to organize a block outing. But, there's still time - a lot of it, I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now that school's beginning in a week, I've decided to indulge myself in resting and sleeping, nothing else. Why? Because next semester, I'll be having a high school student's body clock once again, waking up at 5 in the morning because class starts at 7, &lt;strong&gt;EVERY DAY &lt;/strong&gt;except for Wednesday. Geez! I wonder, how's that gonna be? Let's just see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, I'll cut it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113094827572847865?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113094827572847865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113094827572847865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113094827572847865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113094827572847865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-week-before-school-resumes.html' title='One Week Before School Resumes'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113085798983778169</id><published>2005-11-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:20:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If You're Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/death.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/death.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What if on November 1, 2006, we'll be the next one to be visited? Have you ever thought of that weird idea? Anyway, All Saints' day had passed once again, and the holiday season is now nearing its end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What if you're next? It's not impossible. Believe me. Many people have experienced that already. Like, last year, they are just the ones who are visiting their departed loved ones, but this year, they are now the ones who're also being visited. Now what, reality sucks? Sad? Scary? But, the only way to pass through reality is to &lt;strong&gt;ACCEPT IT&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing else. Geez! I could not just remove that question in my mind as we were all in our second day of visit in Himlayang Pilipino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, my dad and grandfather just went first. Here on earth, it is just the matter of who'll go first, and who'll go next? As what we say in Filipino: &lt;em&gt;Una-unahan lang 'yan. &lt;/em&gt;No one's going to be immortal. Every one of us will soon leave this earth and either go to heaven or hell. Nevermind purgatory simply because there's none.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, the only thing we can do is to make the most out of the moments we still have left on earth. &lt;em&gt;Seize the day! &lt;/em&gt;as what they always say. Every single day, hour, minute, and second is important. Show love and goodness to every person we encounter every day because we might just not know that the person we just had an argument or a fight with is the next one to leave? Maybe a day after you had the friction? A week? A month? A year? No one knows except for Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's indeed clear that what I'm saying here is that &lt;strong&gt;we shouldn't take anyone for granted&lt;/strong&gt; especially our family, friends, classmates, teachers, colleagues, et cetera. We all don't want to regret or be guilty of anything, do we? So, with all these, just two words: &lt;strong&gt;GIVE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. I just want to share and show our Himlayan Visit 2005 Photos: &lt;a href="http://mhuyksy.multiply.com"&gt;http://mhuyksy.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry for being so &lt;em&gt;makulit.&lt;/em&gt; He-He! But, thanks for having a peek. c",)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113085798983778169?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113085798983778169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113085798983778169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113085798983778169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113085798983778169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-if-youre-next.html' title='What If You&apos;re Next?'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113077242104917323</id><published>2005-10-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:27:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga Over All Saints' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/cemetery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just don't get it. Why do Filipinos go gaga during the season of the saints and the souls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay... From October 30 to November 2, Filipinos just don't go to the cemeteries to visit their loved ones who already passed away, but they also go their to have a reunion and, yes, a party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; people go to the cemetery during All Saint's or Souls' Day, they just bring candles, flowers, rosaries (if they are Catholic), handkerchieves (if they are still sentimental about the death of their loved ones), and themselves. But for &lt;strong&gt;FILIPINOS&lt;/strong&gt;, it's totally different. They bring with them all those stuff normal people bring, &lt;strong&gt;plus&lt;/strong&gt; food (enough for an overnight stay), a karaoke set (to have a sing-along all day long), radio &amp;amp; television, a big tent (that can shelter 10-20 people), matresses, guitars, liquors, and sometimes even deadly weapons. In short, Filipinos bring their "house" in the cemetery for one or two days to party and celebrate. That's how much Filipinos love their family. You know, the well-known characteristic of Filipinos: strong family-ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But, are we really in the cemeteries to visit and remember the ones who already went ahead? Or are we just there to have pure fun and have a break to the point that some Filipinos, due to their freewill and overindulgence in fun, actually kill a person, engage in a fight with the policemen, and participate in other shameful actions? This is reality during the season of the saints and souls in our country. Sad, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, if you are to visit the cemetery to commemorate the saints and the souls of our loved ones, the thing you can do for your visit to be fruitful is to help clean the grave or the mosoleo (if your family is well-off). Another thing you can do is to actually remember the good memories you have with your loved ones back then. Pray? Well, for as long as you know that your loved ones are in heaven with God as soon as they left the earth, you obviously don't have to pray for them anymore. This is because they are already happy in the arms of God our Father. Purgatory, you may ask? There's no purgatory. You won't see a single "purgatory" written in the Bible in any translation. Apparently, that idea was just made up. Anyway, these are just my personal suggestions. You don't have to do it, if you don't want to. But, I guess this is the best thing you can do during the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mourn? Not. Celebrate? Yes. But, don't overdo it. That would be all. Thanks for reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To add, this is my multiply site: &lt;a href="http://mhuyksy.multiply.com"&gt;http://mhuyksy.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;. Take a peek! c",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113077242104917323?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113077242104917323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113077242104917323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113077242104917323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113077242104917323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/gaga-over-all-saints-day_113077242104917323.html' title='Gaga Over All Saints&apos; Day'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113068928100325553</id><published>2005-10-30T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:30:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Rejected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/rejected.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/rejected.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gave it my all!" - Tuesday V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How can somebody turn somone down? I just don't get it. Do these kind of people satisfy themselves in rejecting someone? Why? What's their purpose? Many questions have been bothering me throughout the day, yet I can't seem to look for an answer to even one of my interrogations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, indeed, it's been a confusing day for me. Not knowing what to do, or what to think, I just feel empty-handed the whole day. It's an unexplainable feeling. A kind of happening I couldn't quite express. I want to blurt it out to someone but I just couldn't and wouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bewildered, am I not? It's simple. I just feel rejected. Recoginition is the last thing in my list, but at least an apology will do to ease this perplexing sensation I am having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't know if people are just insensitive nowadays, or am I just being oversensitive and overreactive. Maybe I'm overplaying, but why isn't the idea coming off my mind for days, ever since... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;With this, as I am saturnine, I bid you, people, goodluck and thank you. (Or shall I not?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time, be careful and be sensitive to the ones in your circle, because you just might not notice that you're stepping on them already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rejected as I am. This is all, bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113068928100325553?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113068928100325553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113068928100325553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113068928100325553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113068928100325553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/simply-rejected_30.html' title='Simply Rejected'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113059659878891347</id><published>2005-10-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:50:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey! New Blog Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/halloween.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/halloween.1.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wee! At last, my layout's changed. Actually, I wasn't the one who altered everything in my blog but my beloved and very talented cousin - Selle (as you can see, the layout is copyrighted by her). Good job, cousin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This just comes to show that I really need to learn more about computers and these stuffs that create a &lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt; in the internet. Promise, when summer comes, I'll ask a tutorial from my cousin, who happens to be only a third year high school student. Ack! Whatta shame, Mike! He-He. Nevermind, at least I still have hope of learning how to do this stuff. Not too late for me, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Halloween? It's a fun thing, isn't it? Yes, honestly, I want to trick-o-treat, too, like what other children do. I didn't experience such during my childhood that's why I'm craving to do so. Aww, I just hope that it's okay with Dima if we could go there in his place to do trick-o-treat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113059659878891347?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113059659878891347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113059659878891347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113059659878891347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113059659878891347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/yey-new-blog-layout.html' title='Yey! New Blog Layout'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113051537706974005</id><published>2005-10-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:05:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot is Getting Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/bored.4.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I am looking for a new blog server who can provide more varieties of layouts, colors, and other features. I am getting bored with blogspot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so hard to put on pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The layouts are the same old - boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The colors aren't cool and inviting anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, it's actually my fault. I don't know HTML and those editing stuff computer wizards do. I am so left behind by the computer world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I really had a bad, bad day but I don't feel like writing it in here. It's too exhaustive. Now, I feel sad, depressed, taken for granted, rejected, and most of all, unloved. I don't know. Maybe I'm self-pitying, maybe I'm not. The feelings just came and is now in my whole system. I hope that an 8-hour sleep can eradicate all of these negativities I have. This day sucks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is a another unpredictable day. A blessing, some people may say. Let's see. I still have to look for a costume for Leo's Halloween party tomorrow. Will I really come? Yes. No. I don't quite know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Hillsongs' &lt;em&gt;You Are My World &lt;/em&gt;album. At least, it helped me release some of the negative energies inside me. Despite everything that happened today, God, I thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another one of the bad days we'll have to experience in life has passed. Hoping for a better day tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113051537706974005?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113051537706974005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113051537706974005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113051537706974005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113051537706974005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogspot-is-getting-boring.html' title='Blogspot is Getting Boring'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-113038952158657933</id><published>2005-10-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:08:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLONDE AND BLUE EYES by Patricia Evangelista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just feel that I really have to post Patricia's speech here in my blog. I believe that this just serves as a reminder for all of us who are losing our trust and love for our beloved country. I hope, reader (if you are Filipino), that the "Filipino Pride" in you will start to revitalize as you finish reading the speech. Here it is: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/320/Filipino%20Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake upon Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora. Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now. My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity . Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End.&lt;/strong&gt; (Doesn't this make you proud?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' -- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back to the country that shaped me.&lt;/strong&gt; (I agree!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.&lt;/strong&gt; (Aww...how touchy! The punch line.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mabuhay and Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mabuhay ang Pilipinas! Mabuhay ang Lahing Pilipino! Salamat sa pagbabasa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-113038952158657933?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/113038952158657933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=113038952158657933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113038952158657933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/113038952158657933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blonde-and-blue-eyes-by-patricia.html' title='BLONDE AND BLUE EYES by Patricia Evangelista'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112920283702548524</id><published>2005-10-13T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:53:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last, Sembreak Na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/400/Sun.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yehey! Yahoo! Yipee! Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Napakasaya! Sino bang hindi matutuwa na sembreak na? Ako sobra! Okay, I'll make this entry casual because I'm really ecstatic right now. Napakarami kong gustong isulat at ikwento kaya dadahan-dahanin ko para sa mga taga-subaybay ko (feeling!). Owell :) Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Kaninang umaga, I had my final and last exam for the first semester -- Comm1, which covers outlining, paraphrasing, and précising. Geez! Thank goodness, natapos ko ang test kasi I really thought that it will be so long, and so hard, as what our professor described it before. Anyway, I think that I'll pass that exam (hopefully) to at least lift my GWA for this semester. Ha-Ha! GC pa rin, pero okay lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» So after the exam, sobrang nagmamadali nako kasi I'll be going to AdMU to visit my friends there! Tapos na rin kasi ang mga exams nila so I decided to have a visit. Geez! Kasabay ko pa nga pala yung 4 kong blockmates sa pagsakay ng LRT papuntang Katipunan: RC, Poi, Erica, and Chelsea. Erica and Chelsea went down in Cubao, while RC and Poi went down with me inKatipunan (they'll meet their Atenean friend din kasi). Iniwan ko na yung dalawa sa Wok Dis Way kasi gutom na gutom na raw sila. Anyway, I was all alone and went to National to wait for Andrew and Kevin. Gutom na gutom na ako sa mga oras na 'yon. Hello? Alas-dos na wala pa ring laman ang tiyan ko. Pero finally, after around 20 minutes, dumating na rin sila tapos kumain na kami sa Wok Dis Way din (kung saan nadatnan ko pa si RC at Poi na kumakain, ha-ha!). Thanks for the company, guys! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Ansarap! Na-miss ko ang pagkain sa Wok Dis Way. And, as usual, inorder ko na naman ang walang kamatayang Seafood Rice nila don worth PhP75.00 and their bottomless-pwedeng-abusuhin iced tea. Napakasarap! Marami pa rin ang laman ng plato, at hindi pa rin nagtataas ng presyo. Wow! Bago 'yun ah? Anyway, nabusog ako ng sobra to the point na hindi ko na kinailangan pang magdinner. Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Ha-Ha! Tawa ako nang tawa kanina. Hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko sa kakatawa kasi narinig ko na naman ang mga kwentong matagal ko nang inaasam-asam. Kwentong barkada, mga kalokohan, at lahat-lahat na. Matagal na rin kasi akong hindi nakakarinig ng mga ganong klaseng usapan. Habang kumakain nga kami sa Wok Dis Way, kwentuhan to the max kami nina Mikkolo, Mafran, Martin C., Andrew, Kevin, and Erwin. Grabe, those laughters are, indeed, priceless! Sobrang miss ko na sila. Nakita ko nga rin pala si CPG, kaklase ko noong HS, at napakawalang-hiya ko dahil napa-akap ako nung nakita ko siya. Ha-Ha! Sabi sa inyo eh, lahat ng makita ko sa pagbabalik ko sa AdMU, yayakapin ko, eh. Well, lahat naman talaga sila ay niyakap ko, just to show them how I really missed them. Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» So, after eating, we got bored and we argued on where we are going next. May nag-suggest na Gateway (huh? bakit do'n? movie? wala na'kong pera), HS (wala nang madadatnan don kasi dismissal na sa mga oras na 'yon), College, or UP-Diliman. Ha-Ha! We ended up going to the College, first. Buti nalang nakalusot ako sa gwardiya. Geez! Napakasaya! Dinala ako sa isa sa mga computer laboratories nila where there is &lt;strong&gt;FREE INTERNET ACCESS&lt;/strong&gt;, dang! Ang astig. Grabe, how I wish may gano'n din sa UP (hello? posible ba 'yun? Eh, drinking fountain nga lang, hindi ma-provide 'yun pa?). Actually, meron naman sa UPM na internet place, sa LRC ('di ba?) pero free lang for the first 30 mins. tapos pag lumampas na ng half an hour, may bayad na. So anyway, going back, napakasaya talaga ng surroundings sa AdMU. Ang hi-tech, and ang modern. Pero okay lang, hindi naman ako nagsisisi na nag-UP ako. I believe that it's just the way it should be. Basta ligayang-ligaya ako sa mga nangyari at nakita ko kanina. Andami ko ring na-meet na mga kabatch nung HS, ansaya, ansaya talaga! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Pagkatapos kong bumisita sa college with my friends (Mikko, Martin C., Maf, and Erwin), nagpunta kami sa UP-Diliman para mag-isaw. Gusto nila eh, so wala akong nagawa kundi sumama na rin. Kumain kami ng isaw, corn, fishball, kwek² (or egg fritters, for the convenience of others), squidballs, bulaklak, and many others. Bumili rin ako, AT LONG LAST, ng U.P. I.D. strap also for my convenience (when I ride jeepneys, and when I enter the school). He-He! Ansaya-saya! Sobrang I really want to share this experience I had a while ago, because it's truly priceless, for me. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» P.S. Mga kaibigan, nagpapasalamat din ako sa Dios at walang nalaglag sa block dahil sa Math11 o sa kahit anumang subject. Lahat pumasa! Yehey! I told you, Ella. Ü We can all do it next sem. Happy sembreak! Bon voyage sa lahat ng luluwas sa kani-kanilag probinsiya. 'Wag kalimutan ang pasalubong sa pagbalik ha, joke (pero kung gusto n'yong totohanin, okay lang din)! Ü Salamat ng marami sa pagbabasa. Update ulit ako soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Guys, you all made my day! Yehey! Again, sembreak na! God bless ya'll! See ya again soon. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112920283702548524?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112920283702548524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112920283702548524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112920283702548524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112920283702548524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-last-sembreak-na_13.html' title='At Last, Sembreak Na!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112894543710187292</id><published>2005-10-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:44:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagmumuni sa Kawalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Corre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/400/Corre1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;» Share ko lang din 'tong block picture namin sa Corregidor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, so it's Monday. Today has been a day of reflection for me. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here they are the 10 things I did think of the whole day. Share ko lang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ano kayang oras yung release ng Math11 class cards bukas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ano kayang kahihinatnan ng 1st semester grades ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Miss ba kaya ako ng mga HS friends ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uulan kaya bukas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What time ako gigising tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What grade will I get in Math11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bakit andaming kalokohan sa internet such as viruses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gusto ko ng bagong printer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sana walang malaglag sa block 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sino kaya sa mga previously evicted housemates ang papasok ulit sa Big Brother house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh come on. It's raining HARD again. Sana naman bukas, wala na! Anyway, hanggang dito nalang muna, mga guys. Thanks for reading. God bless! Visit my multilpy site:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mhuyksy.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://mhuyksy.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112894543710187292?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112894543710187292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112894543710187292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112894543710187292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112894543710187292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/pagmumuni-sa-kawalan_112894543710187292.html' title='Pagmumuni sa Kawalan'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112874878170234293</id><published>2005-10-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:03:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak - Almost There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/200/jump.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt; » Whew! Another semester has gone. Well, actually, hindi pa naman siya tapos, may Comm1 final exams pa kasi ako sa Thursday (kainis!) Anyway, at least, isa nalang.&lt;br /&gt;» Wala pa akong balak mag-aral for Comm1 kasi medyo matagal pa siya, baka makalimutan ko lang yung inaral ko if I study this weekend. With that, I decided to CLEAN my room! Yeah boy! As in hawak-hawak ko kanina pa ay walis tambo, feather duster, basahan, dust pan, at basurahan. Opo, nagpaka-janitor ako ngayon araw because of one and simple reason: wala akong magawa, bored, for short. Ha-Ha! Eh 'di ang linis ng room ko ngayon, ansarap nang tambayan.&lt;br /&gt;» So, with regard to my title above, totoong sembreak is almost there. I was thinking for the past few days what I'll be doing during the 1-month long break? Here are some of thing I have thought of doing (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pumunta ng AdMU for a visit! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Linisin ang filler (then, ibenta ang mga papel na ito sa junk shop. O diba?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maglinis ng cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gumawa ng raket para kumita ng pera (para sa NSTP2 next sem ito!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hang out with friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mag-out-of-town (hopefully) with my blockmates! (Block 20, nagpaparinig n'ako, sa'n na nga tayo sa sembreak? lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magpaka-muchacho sa bahay (siyempre, palamunin, tambay, at salot na naman ako sa bahay, he-he Ü).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makipag-trick-or-treat (Mike, grow up! ha-ha!) sa kung saan-saan (martin, sure na ba 'to sa alabang? Ü).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bisitahin si daddy sa Himlayan Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bonding with family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matulog nang matulog (para sa second sem, bwahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magpataba (josmio, pa'no ko ba gagawin 'to?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magbasa ng kahit isang libro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maglaro ng isport - balibol at badminton (huy, brian, kelan na kasi?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And siyempre to meet and hangout with my: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGHSCHOOL CLASSMATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmed, ali, andrew, balux, bj, carlo, cem, chino, cpg, dan,don, dondee, dust, gali, greggy, greg, ice, papi, jake, jan, jeff, jim, kevz, kix, leonard, mac, manny, mao, marin, martin, miggy, mikkolo, monch, monmon,niko, noel, onie, papi, parms, roy, tantan &amp;amp; miko z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dima, roger, brian, ralf, samboy, cheska, cookie, macky b., maf, jojo, nyko, rench, migui, blow, ivy, telle, kriska, mian, sam, erwin a.,micay, wobs, leo a., pussy, ardi, enzo, ssf, ian g., jeff, joshee, segui, henson, marc n., atbp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GS and HS TEACHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir lax, mam siega, mam mutuc, mam gina, mam girly, atbp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;» Whew! God bless ya'll! Sana magawa kong lahat 'tong mga sinulat ko.&lt;br /&gt;» Visit my multiply : &lt;a href="http://mhuyksy.multiply.com/"&gt;http://mhuyksy.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; Thanks. Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112874878170234293?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112874878170234293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112874878170234293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112874878170234293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112874878170234293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak-almost-there.html' title='Sembreak - Almost There!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112798671888252174</id><published>2005-09-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:38:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Hirap Maging Tanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh! Hindi ko na talaga mapigilan... Kailangan ko na talaga siyang i-share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually nag-aaral ako ngayon for my Philo1 exam tomorrow pero isusulat ko muna 'tong angst na nararamdaman ko ngayon sa nangyari kanina sa school. Here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so kanina, I had an exam in History 1. That was actually our last exam before the finals. Anyway, the test was in essay form. There were 3 questions and each question is worth 25 points. Okay. Nag-aral naman ako and I believed that I could do well in that test. Samahan pa ng dasal ang sipag at tiyaga, I answered all the questions confidently. Okay...so here's the thing. Nasa jeep na ako kanina pauwi, at bigla ko nalang naalalang &lt;strong&gt;MAYROON PALA AKONG FOLLOW UP QUESTION NA HINDI NASAGOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  [Calm down, Mike, calm down.] So in item number 2 kasi, mayroong 3 questions: 1 main question, and 2 follow-up questions. So nasagot ko naman yung main question (at mahaba ang sagot ko do'n, seryoso) not knowing na hindi ko na sinagutan yung follow-up questions sa kakamadali. Sinagutan ko kasi agad 'yung 3rd question. Wow. How tanga naman can I get. Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got home kanina na masakit ang dibdib. Masama ang loob ko kasi akala ko makakabawi na ako pero hindi pa pala. Actually, hindi pa naman ako sure kung anong kahihinatnan ng test na 'yun, pero himala nalang talaga ang makakapag-salba sa akin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Natulog ako kaninang pagdating ko at hindi ko pa rin makalimutan yung nangyari to the point na pati sa panaginip ko ay nandoon siya. Shiet! Ang hirap talagang maka-move on sa katangahan. Anyway, mauuna na ako dahil mag-aaral pa ako. Hopefully naman bukas, hindi na akong maging tanga as kanina. Well, that's life. Sabi nga ng mommy ko kanina nung kinwento ko, "Tao ka kasi, natural lang na magkamali." Okay, okay, I'll take her words for that. Ma-relieve naman sana ako, and hopefully bukas, maka-move on na. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers! I need to go. Comment kayo, guys. I need some support! Palubagin n'yo naman loob ko, he-he! Thanks for reading. God bless. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112798671888252174?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112798671888252174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112798671888252174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112798671888252174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112798671888252174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/09/ang-hirap-maging-tanga.html' title='Ang Hirap Maging Tanga'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112739748811524264</id><published>2005-09-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:45:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad, Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This will be brief. I just want to share my day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew it beforehand that this day will be full of bad luck (though, I really don't believe in luck). But, anyway, as I said, my day totally sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During my NatSci1 (Intro to Chemistry) class = Our group was about to report on Biological Macromolecules today. In fact, I was all excited since yesterday because of our powerpoint presentation that we've prepared. I really gave it my all in doing that PPT, but during our class, when I inserted the CD (containing the PPT pres'n), a window popped out in the computer saying that the CD is corrupted and thus, can't be opened. Chocolate fudge! Sobrang pinagpaguran ko yung powerpoint na 'yun ha tapos hindi bubukas? Eh, bago ako umalis ng bahay, chineck ko muna ulit yung CD kung gumagana...okay naman sa computer ko? Anyway, buti nalang at mabait si Ma'am Castell kasi she gave us the chance to report on Monday from 9-10am. Anyway, 2 kaming magrereport on Monday kasi nagkaproblema din yung report ng isa pang group. Well, that's life. Computers do suck, at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During my Histo1 class = As soon as our History professor entered our classroom (that looks like a dungeon), she immediately asked us to get a crosswise piece of paper because, obviously, we'll be having a quiz. Sabi ko nga agad sa sarili ko, "May galit ka ba sa'min?" Anyway, naglabas ako agad ng papel tapos inalala ko agad yung ni-lesson niya last session. Naisip ko, "Bakit siya magpapa-quiz eh kakarampot lang yung notes niya last session?" Aba naman, nagsulat na sa board ang propesora, at sabi do'n na i-explain namin ang mga ganitong law, agreement, policies ng mga naging Philippine President. Choco Mocca! To cut it short, wala akong alam sa mga tanong niya, therefore, nanghula nalang ako sa buong test at umaasang maka-chamba. Badtrip! Pero, heto, malakas pa rin ang fighting sfirit ko dahil umaasa pa'kong sana'y makasama ako sa exemptions list ni ma'am. *Praying* Pero, whatever, it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During my Comm1 class = Late na naman kaming nagklase to think may reporting pa. 2:30pm ang start ng klase at nagsimula na kami at around 3:15pm sa kakahanap ng bagong room assignment (sistemang UP talaga). So there, instead na 10 ang magrereport (sana), eh dalawa nalang silang nakapag-report para naman hindi kami gabihin sa pag-uwi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nakakawindang talaga ang araw na 'to. Pero okay lang. Tapos naman na, eh. Panibagong araw na naman bukas and I just hope and pray that it will be a better one. *Prays*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Punta ba'ko sa AHS bukas to visit sa Comm Cluster Night? Hmm...kanina ko pa iniisip 'yan. Pero bahala na (siyet, ang fatalistic ko na talaga). Thank you for reading. God bless you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Comment naman kayo. Thanks. Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112739748811524264?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112739748811524264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112739748811524264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112739748811524264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112739748811524264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-bad-day.html' title='A Bad, Bad Day'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112723064200412207</id><published>2005-09-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:12:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 38 Years, I blogged again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» After 38 years... What's so significant with the number 38? I don't know. All I know is that I got bored and i decided to write in my blogspot again. Geez, it's been several months since I last wrote here. Actually, I have nothing to do this day that's why I finally decided to post an entry here in my beloved blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» So there. Ever since my last entry, dated somewhere in July, a lot of things has happened to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Nahihirapan nako, tatagalugin ko na. Bwahaha! Anyway, hindi talaga kasi ako makatulog at wala pa naman akong ginagawa for school (thank goodness at kahit papaano naranasan ko ring mag-relax). Nagpapakasasa na nga ako ngayon dahil alam kong tadtad na naman sa trabaho next week. Hellweek na nga pala for the coming two weeks kaya heto ako ngayon, nagpapakasaya at nagrerelax. Actually, sinabi ko na rin sa sarili ko na hindi ko na kakayanin pang mag-blog kapag nagsimula na ang school noong June kasi ang alam ko, mawawalan na talaga ako ng freetime sa UP. Pero, eventually I proved myself wrong kasi ONCE in a while (take not, may emphasis yung "once") maaari pa rin pala akong mag-relax by watching the television, chatting, and yes, blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Honestly, na-miss ko talagang magsulat dito. I haven't expressed myself for a long time now through writing. For the passt few months, puros salita ang nagiging channel ko to express myself. Well, medyo nakakapagod naman kasing magsalita nang magsalita at maging paulit-ulit kaya buti na lang...naisipan kong magsulat ulit sa blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Anyway, as of now, for all the people who care about me, I am really starting to feel the pressure in UP. Grabe, totoo ngang hindi basta-basta ang tinahak kong landas. Mahirap talaga, believe it or not. Actually ngayong patapos na ang unang semestre, nagsisimula nang magpatong-patong ang mga projects, reports, and papers. Nagsusunuran na rin ang mga exam schedules. Waaah! Nakakabaliw na talaga. Hindi ko na nga alam kung ano ang uunahin ko. Pero ayon nga sa aming mga propesor, gaano man kahirap mag-aral, dapat magpahinga pa rin kami dahil walang mangyayari kung ipipilit namin. It'll worsen the situation if we force ourselves in doing things, gano'n. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» At times, I really feel so inferior among my blockmates. No kidding, hindi ako nagpapaawa kasi nakikita ko naman na parang ang lost ko compared to them. Pero I just found out, when we confessed to each other the other day, na sila rin pala gano'n ang feeling. Well and good. At least, we share the same sentiment. Tama nga naman ang sabi nila, 'pag tuntong mo sa UP, walang mata-matalino, nawawala ang bisa ng pagiging honor student mo noong high school. Yes, I must admit na may competetiveness, pero buti na 'yun dahil 'yun ang nakakapagbigay ng drive for everyone in the block to study hard and aim for the gold. I just hope that everyone of us in our block will make it through this semester. Kasi kung may maiwan, paano na kami sa 2nd semester? From 15 units this semester to 21 units next semester? Isang malaking GOODLUCK. Kakayanin ko 'to. Kakayanin namin 'to. Faith lang. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» I also miss my high school classmates and friends, super. Almost all of them are in Ateneo now and I really want to visit them soon (when I am free, hopefully). I haven't been to Ateneo for so long now (I guess, more than a month now), and I so miss the feeling of being an Atenean (shocks, Mike ikaw ba 'yan?). I miss Katipunan. I miss the green fields and the trees. I miss Cello's Donuts. I miss Ateneo HS. In short, I miss my second home--Ateneo. Grabe, naisip ko lang na nung March, nasa Ateneo pa'ko, pero ngayon, nasa UP na. Sa totoo lang, hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako makapaniwalang nasa UP ako. Parang it's really a dream come true, pero parang dream pa rin siya for me hanggang ngayon. Well, I just hope na I'll get used to it soon (nasa adjusting stage pa naman ako, eh). Basta, before or during our semestral break, I will visit Ateneo at least once. Ü Tipong mayayakap ko yung mga makikita kong kaibigan at kaklase sa sobrang pagka-miss ko sa kanila, seryoso (pasensiya kayo!). Bwahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Isa pa, alas-12 na ng madaling araw at hindi pa rin ako natutulog. Siyempre, gusto ko nang magpahinga dahil bukas ay isang mabigat na araw. Ilalaan ko ang bukas sa paggawa ng mga schoolwork na kailangan (mga pahabol bago magtapos ang sem). Anyway, hindi ko alam kung kailan ako magsusulat ulit dito, pero maraming salamat sa mga nag-abalang magbasa nito. Kung kaya n'yo, comment kayo, miss ko na rin kasing makatanggap ng mga komento eh. God bless you all. Hanggang sa muli...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» P.S. Siya nga pala, visit n'yo multiply ko: &lt;a href="http://mhuyksy.multiply.com"&gt;http://mhuyksy.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;. Wala lang. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112723064200412207?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112723064200412207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112723064200412207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112723064200412207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112723064200412207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-38-years-i-blogged-again.html' title='After 38 Years, I blogged again...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112100211562630589</id><published>2005-07-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:28:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;» &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U-nibersidad ng P-lipinas...Ooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Geez! Hindi ko alam kung bakit biglang nanalo ang UP kahapon sa UAAP? Ha-Ha! Bad. It's UP versus UST and obviously, from the looks of it, mananalo ang UST dahil nga sila ang kilalang "marunong maglaro ng basketball" at hindi ang UP. So we were in Araneta yesterday to cheer and to root for UP even if we know that we're going to lose the match from the start palang.&lt;br /&gt;» Napakagaling ng UP Pep Squad! Damang-dama ko talaga ang pagiging tiga-UP ko dahil sa mga cheers! UP Fight! Ibang klase talaga... In favor man ang score sa UP o hindi, tuloy pa rin ang sigaw ng boosters! Walang patawad ang cheers, dere-derecho, walang kapaguran! 'Yun ang masaya, manalo man o matalo, suporta pa rin sa sariling koponan, Unibersidad ng Pilipinas! UP Pep, I'm so proud of you! Save your voices for the next games, he-he! Ü&lt;br /&gt;» Nasa Upper Box A kami nakaupo. Sampu lang kami mula sa block naming nakapunta. Pero parang nagsisi ako na nandon kami sa Upper A kasi mas masaya sa Upper B. Andon kasi yung drums, yung cheer dancers, and almost all the UP people. Next time, try ko na sa Upper B, mukhang mas dama at masaya ang pag-cheer 'pag don (masikip nga lang :p). Grabe andaming isko at iska kahapon, lampas one-fourth ata ng Araneta Coliseum. Todo suporta!&lt;br /&gt;» Ang pinakamasayang parte pa ay yung paghabol ng UP. Kasi during the last two minutes of the last quarter, lamang pa ang UST. Pero all of a sudden, biglang naka-score ang UP. Tapos sunod-sunod na until matapos yung game. In the end, lumamang pa ng 3 or 4 points ang UP! Ang galing! As far as I know, once in a blue moon lang nangyayaring manalo ang UP sa UAAP basketball game pero who knows, baka tuloy-tuloy na nga 'yan..hopefully! 'Pag hinde, bawi nalang sa cheering! Sana makuha na rin ng UP ang title. Ang proud ko sa UP, haha sorry sa mga nagbabasa, pagbigyan n'yo na kami, ngayon lang kami gumaling sa pag-tsamba! He-He! » Isa pa, nakakatawa lang. Nung nanalo na yung UP siyempre, kinanta yung "UP Naming Mahal", the alma mater song of my dear school (na hindi ko pa rin memorized hanggang ngayon kaya naki-taas nalang kami ng kamay like the upper classmen did and of course, we kept quiet kasi nga hindi namin alam yung lyrics, LOL). So there, nung nagsitayo na kami para kantahin ang aming alma mater song, natawa nalang kami nang biglang tumayo yung mga tiga-UE at FEU para kantahin din yung song namin. They also cheered with us, lalo na yung chant na, "Matatapang... Matatalino... Walang takot, kahit kanino..." He-He! Salamat sa suporta! Astig n'yo! Ü&lt;br /&gt;» Excited na rin ako sa cheering competition on September 17, 2005! Nood tayong lahat! Let's see who's gonna go home victoriously! Is it UP or UST or some other university? We don't know! Let's just continue to cheer for our schools! Good luck and GOD bless. Ü I love &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112100211562630589?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112100211562630589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112100211562630589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112100211562630589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112100211562630589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/07/up-fight_112100211562630589.html' title='UP Fight!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-112014503353861140</id><published>2005-06-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:37:18.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Indeed, I am living my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maroon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» From blue to maroon, I can say that I am totally fine and truly happy with my new surrounding. New friends, new places to venture, new people, new system, new everything! Coming from a very sheltered, conserved, and pampered environment, I am now in an environment totally opposite to where I was brought up. UP is indeed equal to the tagalog term "&lt;em&gt;pasaway&lt;/em&gt;"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» What is the usual association or thought that will immediately pop out into mind of an ordinary person or student if he or she hears the word "UP"? Most likely: &lt;em&gt;matalino, aktibista, iskolar ng bayan, radikal, mahirap na may utak, simple, de-komyut, mahilig sa rally, magaling sa debate, opinionated, open-minded, pasaway, kontra-gobyerno, &lt;/em&gt;and many more&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;True enough. What people think of UP students are for real because being a UP student myself, I agree with those thoughts or prejudices they have with the &lt;em&gt;Iskolar ng Bayan&lt;/em&gt;. Let me just tell you here what happened a while ago in school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» My first class was Natural Science I (or simply NatSciI) at 10am to 11:30am. It was just a session for reporting about some topic in Physics. [Can't remember what topic in particular.] He-He! Owell, we just listened to the reporters for an hour or so and our professor just made a very short lecture on the topic reported (for clarifications and further explanations). Our class was supposed to end at 11:30am, but no, we were dismissed for like 20 minutes before the time. Fun, isn't it? Thanks ma'am. He-He! That's one good thing in UP: professors usually dismiss his/her class earlier than the actual time given in the schedule. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Next up is History I or HistoI. Every Monday and Thursday, I have Histo I from 11:30am to 1:00pm. This just means that I need to control the rumbling of my stomach for one hour before I get to eat lunch. This happens every Monday and Thursday. Imagine? Can't do anything about it; I guess I'll just have to get used to it. Anyway, we went to our room assignment (RH-313) for Histo I and when we got there, someone told us that our Histo professor couldn't hold our class for the meantime. There was no reason said for her absence. All we could do is guess why she's out during that time. Maybe she's sick but I guessed that she was in the mobilization in Plaza Miranda... Well, not sure, no idea. With that, we were rejoicing as we strolled the RH lobby for having a 3-hour break that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Before we went off to Rob, someone approched us and said: "&lt;em&gt;Ano? Sama na kayo sa Plaza Miranda? Heto na yung flags, punta na tayo do'n! Sabay-sabay na nating pabagsakin si Gloria!&lt;/em&gt;" I was so shocked when I heard her say those words. I'm really scared of what will happen to the political arena and to our country tomorrow. No one knows. As a young, freshman college student, I still don't know what to do. I am still confused. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» We went to Robinson's place at exactly 12 noon to have lunch in KFC. Owell, we were enjoying every bit of this once-in-a-blue-moon-long-break experience as we munch our chicken meals until...a blockmate told us that our Communications I or Comm I professor is sick and could not handle classes for this day. Our eyes went big and sparkled! We all assumed that we could go home already after eating lunch, but just to be sure, we just decided to attend our CommI class to re-check if the rumor was really true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» It was 2:30pm and our Comm I block were all settled inside room GAB-101. We were sitting and waiting for a professor for like 15 minutes and still, there's none. Until someone knocked and announced that our Comm I professor is (really) sick and is absent for the day. Huray! We all celebrated and shouted as if there's no tomorrow! Ha-Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» All of us left the room: some of us headed home and some of us went to the LRC to check the list of the people who are encouraged to take up the tutorial program in English and Math. [We had a diagnostic test for each subject during the first week of school to determine if you need tutoring or not anymore.] Thank goodness, no one from the BS OT, Block 20 (my block) is required to have the tutorials. This just means that all of us in the block did well in the aptitude tests. Yahoo! I am so proud of you guys, I really am... Keep up the good work! Hopefully, &lt;em&gt;walang malagas sa'tin hanggang pag-graduate&lt;/em&gt;! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» These all happened just this day. Liniency and freedom are what you'll get in UP. Liniency from the professors, in grades, of the administration, in the dress-code, and in almost everything. The taste  of freedom of speech, freedom to act, and freedom to voice out all your opinions, may it be positive or negative, it doesn't matter in. Isn't it fun to belong in a system like this? However, how far can UP students get? What are their limitations? Don't they realize that they're not exercising their rights anymore, but instead, abusing it? Are we doing the right thing for the right reason? Doing the right thing for the wrong reason? Doing the wrong thing for the right reason? Or, doing the wrong thing for the wrong reason? Let me think for an answer... Tsk. For now, I still can't... But soon, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-112014503353861140?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/112014503353861140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=112014503353861140' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112014503353861140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/112014503353861140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/06/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111988069517194565</id><published>2005-06-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:58:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPM BS OT 2009, Block 20 Says Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/BLOCK%20201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/400/BLOCK%20201.jpg" 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/11670967-111988069517194565?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111988069517194565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111988069517194565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111988069517194565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111988069517194565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/06/upm-bs-ot-2009-block-20-says-cheese.html' title='UPM BS OT 2009, Block 20 Says Cheese!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111979235315052510</id><published>2005-06-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:44:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» I call this past weekend a "chopped weekend". Why so? I had my last class for the week last Thursday. There were no classes last Friday because it was Manila Day, since my school is simply located in Manila. I was so happy, thinking that I'm gonna have a long weekend to enjoy and study. But, unfortunately, I did have classes last Saturday. NSTP from 9am-12nn. Okay, whatev... Then, the next day, Sunday, which is today, I didn't have classes. And yes, tomorrow, I'll have classes, again. Chopped, my weekend may be, I still enjoyed everything for the past few days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» &lt;strong&gt;Thursday 06/23&lt;/strong&gt;: The day of my very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; college reporting! It was so fun. We were the first group to report in NatSci I. We are three in the group: Reg, Lyn, and me. We reported on the Emergence of Physics -- Kepler's Laws (there are three of them), Aristotle and Copernicus' views on motion, kinematics (which I did report on). All in all, the report was pretty well done especially during the reporting and explanation of Lyn (taray ng English!), the visuals made by Reg were really fantastic (super tinrabaho talaga!), the handouts, etc. I was really satisfied with what we did. Hope to get an &lt;em&gt;uno&lt;/em&gt; on this! Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» &lt;strong&gt;Friday 06/24&lt;/strong&gt;: Marlo's despedida. Whoa! Geez, he's just one of my friends who are leaving for abroad to study. He's going to Vancouver, Canada next month. :( Can't do anything about it, smart asses eh! Joke! Ü I will miss you Marlo, so much! Also, I would like to thank him for throwing that party because we, as a batch, got to see each other again. I so miss my batchmates from the Ateneo - AHS Batch 2005. Special mention to the people I got to meet again after a long time: Martin D, Monchet, Mikkolo, Macky B, Mark I, Cheska, Cookie, Brian, Jared, Oliver, Ralf, Martin C, Roger V, Ian D, Dustin B, Roy P, Mafran, Kristan, and many more! I miss you all guys! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» &lt;strong&gt;Saturday 06/25&lt;/strong&gt;: NSTP day. I had to wake up early that Saturday because my NSTP class will start at 9am. It's just 7am and I'm off the rode. As usual, I rode the jeepney, MRT, LRT going to UP-Manila. It's usually tiring when I commute going to school but last Saturday wasn't that much. Thank goodness, there were less people in the MRT and LRT coaches. Anyway, so we had a boring lecture (no kidding) first before we had the fun activity. I was about to fall asleep when our professor said that we should assemble for a group discussion. To cut the story short, we came up with a very good project proposal for the community. It is something to do with the cleanliness and beautification of the UP-Manila campus. I just won't reveal the complete details here, but we're just so excited about it because it's very different from all those cliche projects with regard to cleanliness and the like. It's gonna be a fun project that will benefit not only our group but the whole UP-Manila community! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» &lt;strong&gt;Sunday 06/26&lt;/strong&gt;: Church day. As always, I woke up as early as 7am to prepare for the church service. It's really a relieving feeling when you get to sing and praise God through songs of joy and worship. I just want to thank HIM for everything that he has done in my life! Because of HIM, I am living my MAROON dream... Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jess bless to everyone! Thank you for reading this entry. Please forgive me for my grammatical errors, I'm just a frustrated writer in English who wants to practice... Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111979235315052510?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111979235315052510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111979235315052510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111979235315052510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111979235315052510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/06/toxic-blast.html' title='Toxic Blast!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111960214397833510</id><published>2005-06-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:35:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oust PGMA? Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Last Thursday, our block was asked to attend a teach-in seminar regarding the ousting of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo because of the so many rumors she is currently facing such as the jueteng scandal and her fraudulence in the past election. At first, I did not like the idea of attending such a symposium of some sort because I don’t want to be brainwashed by what the speakers would say in the actual teach-in. However, since it is a requirement from our History I professor, I do not have any choice but to attend it with my blockmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» The symposium began with a talk by a young leader of a youth party-list called Anak Bayan. I forgot to note his name but the point of his persuasive speech is that PGMA cheated during the last presidential elections and with that, she should be ousted. He also discussed all the crises our country is currently experiencing such as the increases in our taxes, poor employment rate, worsening poverty situations, devaluing of the Philippine Peso, the wrong priorities of the government with regard to the national budget, the inadequacy of education in our country, and of course, the scandalous wire-tapped conversation of PGMA and Election Commissioner Virgilio Garcillano over the telephone, which revealed the alleged fraudulence of PGMA during the last elections. Moreover, he mentioned that even if there would be a national election conducted (just in case PGMA is ousted); there is still no qualified candidate or personality for Philippine presidency. With all these predicaments we are facing, he implied a resolution, and that is to have a so-called “transition government” that will be led by various sectors of the Filipino people – women, farmers, laborers, youth, people who grouped together to oust PGMA from her presidency, etc.&lt;br /&gt;» For me, the application of this teach-in about the political situation in our country is to simply inculcate in us the importance of understanding and knowing how to analyze the goings-on around us. With this teach-in, we were taught to use both our minds and hearts to determine what should we do and would not do to help improve and resolve all the dilemmas in ourselves and in our country.&lt;br /&gt;» After hearing the side of the people who oppose PGMA, I have realized that politics is indeed the game of cheaters, liars, and clowns. Herewith, I learned that ignorance and apathy to our country’s present condition will not at all help and will simply make us irresponsible citizens of our nation. Thus, being involved and being nationalistic in our own small ways will eventually lead to a BIG way, which will give relief to this baffled country.&lt;br /&gt;» By the way, there were two speakers in the teach-in, one was already mentioned above, and the other one is the secretary-general of the party-list called Bayan. Both of them almost spoke of the same things. However, they seemed to sound very biased because majority of what they said was fully against the government and never said anything positive about it. That was the negative side of the teach-in. On the positive hand, the speakers seemed to enlighten the students who attended the teach-in by letting them know what the current conditions in our country are. I personally learned a lot from this teach-in especially the skill of critically analyzing things. This just means that after the teach-in, I become more observant and more analytical, seeing the situation or problem from all sides and angles in order to arrive into the best solution possible.&lt;br /&gt;» The problem of the Filipino majority is that when we are given responsibility or a burden by the government (which is usually for our own good, say, increasing taxes, etc.), our first reaction is to go on a strike and blame all our hardships to the government alone. For me, a scandal against PGMA will not come out if and only if the operation of jueteng in our country is not suppressed by her, or if not her, by some people in her administration. But why did she do that? I believe that jueteng is eradicated in our society for our common good. Illegal procedures are always wrong, and wrong-doings should be punishable by law. So, it is like saying: remove the cist before it becomes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;» Indeed, a big number of the Filipino people are jobless and are under the poverty line. The prices of our prime commodities are constantly increasing. Taxes and commuting fares are rising. The economic status of our country is depreciating. In short, our country is now at the bottom-most-part of the “wheel”. Our nation is a young one. We can’t expect it to be on top right away. It took America and Great Britain hundreds of years to establish a firm government and be powerful nations. We don’t need to be like them, all we need is to do what we have to, be responsible of our actions, and wait… Patience is indeed a virtue and Filipinos lack this important virtue. The never-ending complains that we have against our government will never help solve our problem as a people. Let’s stop making things worse. Unity will help resolve this predicament we are facing as Filipinos, not apathy, not hostility. The Philippines is exclusively for the Filipino people, therefore, Filipinos should love the Philippines for WHAT IT IS. If this is done, surely progress will eventually follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111960214397833510?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111960214397833510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111960214397833510' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111960214397833510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111960214397833510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/06/oust-pgma-not.html' title='Oust PGMA? Not.'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111884905548996497</id><published>2005-06-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:45:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Kolehiyo... Báw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Ayan, pagkatapos ng tatlumpu't pitong taon, nagsulat ulit ako ng &lt;em&gt;entry&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; ko! Ha-Ha! Gusto n'yo bang malaman kung bakit naudlot ang pagsusulat ko rito? Mahaba at magulong kwento. 'Wag n'yo nalang alamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Napakasarap pala talagang isiwalat sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat ang iyong saloobin. Matagal ko nang hindi naranasan ang ganitong pakiramdam. Ngayon ko lang na-&lt;em&gt;realize&lt;/em&gt; na antagal ko palang nawala sa mundo ng &lt;em&gt;blogging&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Hayskul pa pala ako noon nung sinulat ko yung huli kong &lt;em&gt;entry&lt;/em&gt;, pero ngayon, kolehiyo na'ko! Yahoo! Sa UP-Manila na'ko nag-aaral ngayon, my dream school, come on! (Anu ba yun? LOL.) Masaya ako sa bago kong eskwelahan. Marami na rin akong bagong kaibigan. Oo, medyo &lt;em&gt;culture-shocking&lt;/em&gt; dahil ibang-iba nga ang kapaligirang iniinugan ng mundo ko ngayon kumpara sa pinanggalingan ko. Sa lahat-lahat, masasabi kong ansaya-saya ko dito! Pero heto ang mga naging puna ko sa unang linggo ko&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sa UPM: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt; (Andami kasing mga &lt;em&gt;leftist&lt;/em&gt; na estudyante/"tibak" eka nga nila sa UP.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freedom to the highest level &lt;/strong&gt;(Kahit ano puwede mong isuot sa UP! Any look will do. Name it, it's permisive! LOL. Siguro bawal lang dun pumasok ng hubad like the oblation statue.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hindi strikto&lt;/strong&gt; (Tama bang hindi i-check ng guard ang ID's pag papasok sa campus? Wala silang pake. Para sa'n pa ang ID? Library, okey payn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may kataraman ang mga professors&lt;/strong&gt; (Tama bang hindi kami siputin ng &lt;em&gt;prof&lt;/em&gt; namin sa 7 am PE class namin? Goodluck sa mga gumising at bumiyahe ng maagang-maaga katulad ko! LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puros frat at soro everywhere you look&lt;/strong&gt; (Isa lang ang UP sa lahat ng mga unibersidad sa bansa na legal ang frat at soro.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very accessible sa lahat &lt;/strong&gt;(Masaya dahil anlapit sa Robinsons Place Manila, sa mga carinderia, ospital, commercial areas, LRT, coffee shops, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;megatalino ng mga tao &lt;/strong&gt;(kundi vale, salu...kundi salu, top3...kundi top3, nasa top 10? Eh san ako don? Tap-on? LOL. Basta, mga vrrilyant and vrrayt istyudents mga tao don, nakapanliliit! Ha-Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang gulo ng classroom assignments &lt;/strong&gt;(Biruin n'yo? Tatlong beses kaming nagpalipat-lipat ng classroom sa Philo1 na 'yan! Hindi kasi klaro yung instruction ng Office of the College Secretary *sorry po*! Basta nagkawindang-windang na ang buhay namin sa kakahanap kung saan kami mag-fi-Philo1, pero buti nalang, natanto na rin namin kung saan...sa GAB room 208. Hay...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mababait ang upperclassmen esp. the CAMPers&lt;/strong&gt; (They're very accomodating, willing to help, approachable and courteous!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simple and fun class/blockmates &lt;/strong&gt;(Sila ay mga taong simple, kalog at mabait. Go Block 20!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mapolusyon &lt;/strong&gt;(Usok dito, usok doon! Kalat dito, kalat doon! Buti nalang at naka-aircon ang lahat ng classroom sa UPM. Buti nalang... Linisin kaya namin ang buong UPM premises para sa NSTP? Hmm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaky &lt;/strong&gt;(Marami raw masasamang-loob na umaaligid sa UPM compound. Binalaan na kami ng WPD, eh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and, a whole new experience &lt;/strong&gt;(Iba talaga kasi andami mong makikita at makakahalubilong tao sa kalye ng Padre Faura at Pedro Gil. Mayroong manghuhula/palm-reader sa tabi-tabi, taong grasa, pulubi, street children everywhere, small vendors na nagtitinda ng lahat ng bagay magmula sa coin purse hanggang sa mangga, rugby boys, pusa sa gitna ng kalye, mga ipis na nakahilata kahit saan, homless people, isang mamang pilay, makukulay na jeep, at marami pang iba.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;» Mahirap mang bumiyahe araw-araw papuntang Manila mula pang Quezon City, nasisiyahan pa rin ako sa mga karansang natamo ko sa unang linggong pamamalagi ko sa UPM. Hindi man ganoon ka-&lt;em&gt;inviting&lt;/em&gt; ang lugar, hindi man ganoon kalinis, hindi man ganoon ka-&lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt;, hindi ko pa rin maipagpapalit ang lahat ng naranasan at mararanasan ko sa aking pagiging Isko! Ü &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111884905548996497?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111884905548996497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111884905548996497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111884905548996497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111884905548996497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-kolehiyo-bw.html' title='Ang Kolehiyo... Báw...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111452669804917850</id><published>2005-04-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:23:02.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayskul Layp</title><content type='html'>Moda: banas at nanlalagkit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayskul layf, oh my hayskul layf ev'ry memory kay ganda...&lt;br /&gt;Hayskul school days, oh my hayskul days are exciting kay saya...&lt;br /&gt;There are times may problema ka kung ang homework left undone...&lt;br /&gt;Pray ka lang, 'wag tawagin ka upang di pagtawanan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Nax! Nakakatawa ang kantang 'to lalo na ang tono. Jologs na kung jologs. Baduy na kung baduy. Pero ito pa rin ang forever and ultimate theme song of a newly high school graduate, like me! Ha-Ha! Hindi ko namalayang umandar ang oras. Napakabilis. Parang kahapon lang yung first day of classes namin sa fourth year, pero ngayon, aba, graduate na ako! Na-miss ko bigla ang klase...lahat ng kalokohan, kaingayan, asaran, kakulitan, kakengkoyan, at marami pang iba. Bigla ko ring na-miss ang Fair Committee na kinabilangan ko noong nakaraang school year. Sina Erick, Jojo, RG, Jodi, Justin, Tommy, Charles, Migui, Adrianne, Macky, Dan, Ervin, Joshee, at sa lahat-lahat na ng nakasalamuha ko at nakatalamitam sa tanan ng hayskul layp ko! :) Nakakalungkot pero ansaya rin talagang alalahanin... &lt;em&gt;Bye high school, hello college&lt;/em&gt;! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111452669804917850?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111452669804917850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111452669804917850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111452669804917850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111452669804917850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/hayskul-layp.html' title='Hayskul Layp'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111427152497253968</id><published>2005-04-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:48:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigla Ko Lang Naalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moda: inaantok at masakit ang likod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Wala lang, bigla ko lang naalala. Ambilis ng panahon, ano? Biruin n'yo, 14 years na pala akong nag-aaral? Tapos na ang pre-school, grade school, at high school. Ngayon pa-kolehiyo nako. Napakabilis palang talaga. Anyway, tignan n'yo nalang ito:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saling pusa level - sa isang parochial school sa Cabugao, Ilocos Sur (Kitams, promdi 'toh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nursery - sa NS Montessori (Short for Nueva Subong Montesorri, siya ang principal ng aming eskuwelahan noon hanggang ngayon. Yata?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kindergarten - sa NS Montessori pa rin (sa loob nga pala 'yan ng BF Homes sa Quezon City.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prep - Ateneo Grade School (AGS) na and my section is &lt;u&gt;Prep-Mapagmahal&lt;/u&gt; - Aaminin ko na, mapagmahal nga akong tao...ayan eh! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 1 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;1-Kamagong&lt;/u&gt; - Isang klase ng puno 'yan kung hindi n'yo alam, he-he!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 2 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;2-Taal&lt;/u&gt; - The smallest volcano in the philippines and in the world ('yan ang bulkang makikita mo sa gitna ng isang lawa mula sa Tagaytay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 3 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;3-Soliman&lt;/u&gt; - Raja siya ng Maynila noong panahon ni kopong-kopong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 4 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;4-Mangyan&lt;/u&gt; - Isang tribo sa Mindoro (sa katunayan naka-meet na ako ng mga totoong Mangyan kasi tuwing fair namin sa AGS, bumibisita sila sa amin para magbenta ng kanilang mga &lt;em&gt;bead products&lt;/em&gt;, ayan eh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 5 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;5-Bagumbayan&lt;/u&gt; - Known today as the Luneta (siguro naman ay narating mo na 'yan?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 6 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;6-Burgos&lt;/u&gt; - Isa siya sa mga ginaroteng pare sa Cavite noong 1800's dahil sa kaniyang paninindigan (siya rin si "Bur" sa sikat na katagang GOM&lt;strong&gt;BUR&lt;/strong&gt;ZA.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 7 - AGS - &lt;u&gt;7-Claver&lt;/u&gt; - Siya ang santo ng mga &lt;em&gt;negro slaves&lt;/em&gt; (Heswita siya, duhrr! He-He! 'Yun lang alam ko sa kaniya.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freshman HS - AHS - &lt;u&gt;1-I&lt;/u&gt; - Letra 'yan, pang-siyam na letra sa alpabeto. Ha-Ha! My freshmen days were really fun, exciting and full of discoveries. I really enjoyed the company of my first year high school classmates a lot (halos lahat sila nasa class K2005)! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sophomore HS - AHS - &lt;u&gt;2-M&lt;/u&gt; - Letra din 'yan, pang-13 na letra sa alpabeto. Napunta ako sa klaseng &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; kasi nagkaroon ng reshuffling procedure ang eskuwelahan dahil sa programang gustong ipatupad ng kagawaran ng Filipino, ayan na naman eh! Ha-Ha! Bad and good memories I have there... Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Junior HS - AHS - &lt;u&gt;3-M&lt;/u&gt; - Tuloy-tuloy na ang aking pagiging isang e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boy hanggang sa magtapos ako sa mataas na paaralan. Mahirap ang taong 'yan (academically) dahil diyan natadtad ang aking mukha sa tigyawat dahil sa puyat! Ser Jepoy, you're da best! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senior HS - AHS - &lt;u&gt;4-M&lt;/u&gt; - Heto na! The best year in my high school life. Happy (80%) and sad (20%) moments I have there but, I will never forget you, guys! e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boys, will forever and will always be e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boys! The pioneers eka nga nila... Ü Ahh, binabati ko po si Ma'am Pipa, Ma'am Siega, at si Ser Joseph. Salamat sa pasensiya n'yo sa akin, ha-ha! Nanawagan? Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit... LOL. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;» Ngayong tapos na ako sa mataas ng paaralan, siyempre, saan pa ba ako sunod na pupunta? Eh di sa kolehiyo. Ayan... sa susunod na taunang-aralan (school year), papasok na ako sa University of the Philippines-Manila o UPM, BS OT o BS in Autism. Joke! Pwede... Ü BS OT po, Bachelor in Science in Occupational Therapy. Ayan na eh! Para po sa mga hindi nakakaalam, ang OT po ay gumagamot ng mga kaka-stroke lamang. Ibinabalik po ng isang OT sa normal ang motor skills ng isang na-paralisa o na-stroke katulad ng pagtuturo kung papaano kumain gamit ang kutsara't tinidor, pagsuklay, pagsipilyo, at marami pang iba. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;» Dahil dito, pinasasalamatan ko si kay Kuya Jess dahil kundi dahil sa Kaniya, hindi ko magagawa at matatamasa ang lahat ng ito. Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111427152497253968?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111427152497253968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111427152497253968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111427152497253968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111427152497253968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/bigla-ko-lang-naalala.html' title='Bigla Ko Lang Naalala'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111417589535564454</id><published>2005-04-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T06:47:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limang Bagay Na Ayaw Ko Tuwing Summer</title><content type='html'>Moda: banas at naiinitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Hindi ko namamalayang isang buwan at mahigit na pala akong nagbabakasyon mula sa eskuwela. Sa una'y masaya pa ang ideyang "&lt;em&gt;summer vacation&lt;/em&gt;" dahil maaari ka nang makapagpahinga pagkatapos ng sampung buwang pakikipagbuno mo sa eskuwela at akademiya. Nguni't habang tumatagal ay nakababanas na rin ang ideyang ito. Pansin mo rin ba 'yun? Ako, oo. Parang gusto ko na yatang pumasok ulit? Pero bakit kapag may pasok naman ay gustong-gusto naman nating magbakasyon? Napakalabo talaga natin, oh! Anyway, ito ang sampung bagay na ayaw na ayaw ko tuwing &lt;em&gt;summer vacation&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mainit. Nakaka-uhaw lagi at palagi kang pinapawisan (yak!). Pag mag-aircon ka naman lagi sayang naman sa kuryente (wish ko lang kami ang may-ari ng meralco para all-day aircon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Banas. Boring sa ingles. Wala masyadong magawa o kaya kung minamalas ako, wala talagang ginagawa. Hirap tumanga ng buong araw, 'no! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakakabobo. Siyempre, ngayong bakasyon, hindi rin masyadong gumagana utak ko kasi wala naman akong inaaral. Gusto ko nang pumasok! He-He! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walang pera. Aba siyempre, 'pag walang pasok, walang baon! Ganon lang 'yon! Unless limusan ako. Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preso sa bahay. Malamang, dahil 'pag wala akong pera, papaano akong makakalakwatsa? Well said. LOL Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;» Mainit man, nakakabanas man, nakakabobo man, wala mang pera, preso man...masasabi kong patuloy ko pa ring nilalasap at dinarama ang espesyal na &lt;em&gt;summer vacation&lt;/em&gt; na ito dahil ito na ang huling&lt;em&gt; summer&lt;/em&gt; ko bilang isang hayskul istyudent. He-He! Ewan, ang alam ko kasi, pagtuntong ko sa kolehiyo, mayroon nang mga &lt;em&gt;summer classes&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, goodluck... Kaya lulubusin ko na 'to! Todo na 'to! Ha-Ha! Happy summer to everyone! Jess bless. Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111417589535564454?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111417589535564454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111417589535564454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111417589535564454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111417589535564454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/limang-bagay-na-ayaw-ko-tuwing-summer.html' title='Limang Bagay Na Ayaw Ko Tuwing Summer'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111401237504748468</id><published>2005-04-20T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:32:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Araw Na Ito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moda: masaya at hyper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Antagal ko na ring hindi nakapagsulat ng kuwento tungkol sa aking buhay dito sa aking pinakamamahal na blog. Sa totoo lang, napakarami nang nangyari. Mahabang kuwento pero sasabihin ko na rin sa inyo. Paiikliin ko nga lang. Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Kaninang umaga, nagpunta ako sa Ateneo High School para maglaro ng volleyball at para makipagkita sa ilang mga kaibigang matagal ko nang hindi nakikita at nakakasama. Maaga akong dumating doon. Mga alas-diyes y medya na ng umaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Nadatnan ko agad si Samboy at Kristan pag dating ko sa school. Maaga sila doon kasi nga nagturo sila sa Tulong Dunong Summer School (isang programa ng Ateneo High School para sa mga Tulong Dunong scholars). Pramis! Gusto ko talagang magturo sa TD Summer School kaso hindi ako pinayagan ng nanay ko sa ngayon kasi masyado raw magastos ang pag-commute. Siyempre, 50 pesos din 'yun. Idagdag mo pa yung pagkain ko? Eh, lalo pa't sawa yung alaga ko sa bituka ko? Paano na? Joke! Ü He-He! Hayaan n'yo, sa susunod na taon, magtuturo rin ako! Kaso, biglang sambit ni Samboy nang magka-usap kami: "Mike, sarado daw yung covered courts?" Bad trip! Nagpunta pa'ko? Sayang naman pinamasahe ko, pagod ko, oras ko! Game na game nakong maglaro, gusto ko nang mabanat mga buto't kalamnan ko, sabay, wala rin pala kaming dadatnang paglalaruan ng volleyball? Wala na kaming magawa, kinausap na namin yung mga taong may inaayos sa courts, pero ang sabi nila, hindi raw nila alam kung kailan ulit bubuksan yung courts para paglaruan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Ayon na nga. Wala kaming magawa kung kaya't umupo nalang kami sa mga benches sa fourth year quadrangle at nagkuwentuhan. Nagsidatingan pa muli ang iba pa naming mga kasama, sina Mikkolo, Miggy, Ardi, Josh, Ralf at Marlo. Nadismaya rin sila sa balitang sarado nga ang covered courts. Pero lalo kaming nagalimpuyo sa galit nang nalaman naming dalawang linggo isasarado ang covered courts! Walang hiya naman. Para naman kasing nabomba yung covered courts at kinakailangan nilang i-renovate ng dalawang linggo 'yun. Pero, wala na kaming nagawa hanggang sa pumatak ang alas-dose. Gutom na rin kami kung kaya't nagpasiya kaming pumunta sa Moro Lorenzo upang kumain sa Blue Cow. Mahal ang pagkain nila roon (PhP65.00) pero hindi kasarapan. Kumain ako ng beef with mushroom and sauce. Tubig ang aking ininom (PhP0.00) at isang malaki nguni't manipis na chocolate cookie (PhP15.00). Nainis ako kasi gumastos na naman ako. Iniiwasan ko na ngang gumastos eh, pero wala akong magagawa: tawag ng sikmura, hakot sa bulsa. Ha-Ha! Ayan eh! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Buti naman nabusog ako kundi malalapirot ko talaga yung mga nagbebenta sa Blue Cow! Ang mahal ng benta nila eh! Joke lang po. Hindi ko rin naman sila masisisi kasi naman lahat na ng bilihin ay nagtataasan. Ayun, tapos na nga kaming kumain sa Blue Cow, at bumalik na kami sa 4th year quadrangle, nagbabakasakaling mayroon kaming madatnan na kasama pa. At hayun na nga sila Cookie at Marc! Bad trip talaga kasi hindi na nga kami makakalaro kaya nag-usap-usap nalang kami nang sandali. Nakasama rin naming sandali si Erick (straight from the US) kasi nataong nandoon din siya sa school. Nakakamiss talaga ang hayskul, seryoso. Ramdam ko kasing ibang-iba na talaga ang lahat 'pag tuntong namin sa kolehiyo... Totoo naman kasi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Heniwei, wala na kaming magawa pagkatapos ng maikling pag-uusap-usap kaya nagpasiya na kaming umuwi kasi may naghihintay sa amin sa SCRC (Scholar's Consultative Review Center)--si Cheska! He-He! Napagkasunduan kasi namin ni Ralf na sunduin namin si Cheska sa SCRC @ 12 noon para makasama nga sa aming volleyball game (eh, wala nga). Pero, mag-aala-una na at nasa school pa rin kami. Ha-Ha! Ansama namin...parang 'di namin inalala si Cheska na naghihintay pala siya. Anyway, umalis na rin kami gamit-gamit ang kotse ni Ralf. Kotse yun ha, hindi van pero sumakay ako don, si Miggy (na bababa rin naman sa Katipunan), Ralf (the driver), Cookie (the ready-to-volley-gal), Marc (the ready-to-volley-guy), Mikkolo (the alta), and Dima (the unplanned-guy-to-come)! So, pito kami sa sasakyan?! Goodluck sa sasakyan ni Ralf. Buti nalang at may bumabang isa kundi makakawawa talaga kotse ni Ralf. Ayun na nga, sinundo namin si Cheska sa SCRC (late kami, obviously) at hindi namin alam kung saan kami pupunta after. Nag-isip kami kung saan kami pupunta after. Andaming mungkahi pero bumagsak kaming lahat sa bahay ko! Ha-Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Nyay! Ang galing ko talaga...nagdala ako ng anim na taong gutom sa bahay ko at hindi ako nakapagpaluto? Buti nalang, andiyan nanay ko. Nilutuan niya sila ('di ako kumain, busog na kasi ako sa kinain ko sa Blue Cow) ng corned beef at vegetables. May ice tea rin at some fruits. Nabusog naman sila pero hindi ko alam kung nasarapan. He-He! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Paiikliin ko na. Matagal-tagal din silang anim na tumambay sa aming bahay. Mga anim na oras siguro? Heto ang mga ginawa namin: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;kumain ng marami (danish cookies, candies, chichacorn, champorado, fruits) ;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tumulong magbenta sa aming garage sale (si Cookie lang bumili eh, Ha-Ha! Thanks. Ü);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nanood ng telebisyon (MTV, AI, ETC);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nag-YM to death (kopas³);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maglaro sa labas ng bahay (volleyball, badminton, basketball)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;» All in all, masasabi kong kakaiba at masaya ang araw na ito. Maraming salamat sa lahat ng nakibahagi sa masayang araw na ito lalung lalo na kina Martin, Mikkolo, Ralf, Cookie, Cheska, and Marc! Ansasaya nilang mga bisita. Ha-Ha! Balik ulit kayo, pero next time, magsabi na kayo para makapaghanda kami! Ha-Ha! Maraming salamat sa inyong pagbabasa. [Sayang, wala kaming pictrue!] Jess bless! Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111401237504748468?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111401237504748468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111401237504748468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111401237504748468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111401237504748468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-araw-na-ito.html' title='Ang Araw Na Ito'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111390404132640826</id><published>2005-04-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:54:32.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My True Birth Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your True Birth Month Is December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/birthmonth/december.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logical&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Not egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Loves praise&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;Not pretending&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Short tempered&lt;br /&gt;Hates restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Loves to socialize&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Honest and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Influential in organizations&lt;br /&gt;Takes high pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Active in games and interactions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/truebirthmonth/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;95% ng mga characteristics na nag-result sa quiz na ito ay totoo. Pramis! But, of course, my real birth month is January, malapit na. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111390404132640826?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111390404132640826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111390404132640826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111390404132640826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111390404132640826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-true-birth-month.html' title='My True Birth Month'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111390350643691526</id><published>2005-04-19T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:53:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Meganame Generator</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Michael Palapal Sy's Aliases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#88eaff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Dorritos Sy Kiong Ho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Michael Cannes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#88eaff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt;Balong Ibiza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;M Sy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#88eaff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Dog Ateneo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Danish Cookies Vodka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#88eaff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Palapal Francisco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Starburst Cheetah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#88eaff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Miccha Syyan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#c2f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;Happy Peacock Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/meganames/"&gt;The Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Ang funny naman ng quiz na ito. Owell, ang corny ng iba pero natumpak yung "Your fly guy name". Some people really call me that: "Emsy". Ü I like my fashion designer name, altang-alta pakinggan. He-He! Also, my rock star name, Starburst Cheetah, is really nice as well as my punk rock band name (though, I really don't like rock), Happy Peacock Feather. Benta! Ü Try it, friends. It's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111390350643691526?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111390350643691526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111390350643691526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111390350643691526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111390350643691526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/amazing-meganame-generator.html' title='The Amazing Meganame Generator'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111375412593416495</id><published>2005-04-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:12:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano nga ba ang nami-miss ko sa M2005?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Ang klaseng &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;akwela, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adaldal, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asaya, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arami pang iba. Mula pa noong nasa ikalawang taon ako sa mataas na paaralan, sila na ang mga kasama ko hanggang sa magtapos kami ngayong Marso 2005. Siya nga pala, "e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boy" ang tawag sa amin. Basta NADSFIL daw kami, in short for &lt;em&gt;Nagtataguyod at Dalubhasa sa Filipino&lt;/em&gt;. Pero, anuman ang itawag, ibuska, ilait, ipuri sa amin, mananatili pa rin talaga akong isang &lt;em&gt;proud&lt;/em&gt; na e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Isang buwan na ang nakalilipas mula nang magkahiwa-hiwalay kami. Malimit nalang kaming magkita ngayong bakasyon. Siyempre, busy na sa kaniya-kaniyang papasukan na kolehiyo. Pero, sa katotohanan, hindi na rin namin masabi kung makikita pa kaming magkakasama bilang isa. Sa reunion siguro. Ewan, magkakaroon nga ba? Sana... Miss ko na silang lahat kung kaya't magbibigay ako ng (mga) mensahe para sa bawat isang e&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;boy na nakabahagi ko sa loob ng tatlong taon ko sa AHS. Ibabahagi ko lang yung (mga) bagay na nakakamiss sa kanila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Namimiss ko kay *&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* yung...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1 JAN ALCAZAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...paghingi niya sakin ng size 1, 2, 3, 4, ballpen, at kakulitan niya lalo na nung seatmate ko siya sa 3-M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2 MIKKOLO ARANETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...pagka-diosa niya, ang 'di matumbasang paglalambing niya, at ang aming tawanan sa loob at labas ng klase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3 JIM BACARRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...mga hirit niya sa klase lalo na sa mga teachers namin, at mga basketball games na pinamumunuan niya tuwing PE class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4 DONNUELLE BALAGTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...pangungulit niya sa'ki, mga paglalandi niya (Ha-Ha!), his courtesy and thoughtfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5 DUSTIN BALICTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang bilbil na masarap higaan at pisilin, mga tawanan, at maaliwalas na ngiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6 IAN BALUCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;walang humpay niyang pagiging corny, pero okay lang kasi nakakatawa naman. Miss ko na rin kay Ian 'yung mga kwento niya at 'yung galing niya sa pananalita sa wikang Pinoy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7 NIKOLAI BANASIHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;paggitara niya, mga oras na pinapabasa niya sa'kin ang kaniyang notebook na punong-puno ng tula at mga kanta. Isa kang makata! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;8 MARTIN CASTAÑEDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...kakulitang walang humpay, kadaldalang walang tigil, at higit sa lahat, miss ko na ang kaniyang kagandahang walang maliw. Ayan eh. Ha-Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;9 CHINO COPUYOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...pangungulit niya at yung mga hirit na kakaiba, 'yung mga pang out of this world, mga biruan at kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;10 BJ CRISOSTOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pag-arte sa teatro, pagiging kikoy, pananalitang kakaiba ang galing, at ang mga usapang may kahulugan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;11 MONCHET CRUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pangangalabit lagi sa akin para pag-usapan si &lt;em&gt;electromagnet&lt;/em&gt;,  mga inisan, kwentuhan, at ang pananalita niya sa English! Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;12 KEVIN CRUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pagiging thoughtful and courteous, mga kwento, at ang kaniyang Incubus fanaticism! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;13 ONIE DATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pag-sign of the cross niya nang maraming beses, yung pagkanta't pagtugtog niya ng gitara sa klase. Kakabilib 'to, talagang total surrender 'tong taong 'to kay Kuya Jess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;14 JEFF DAYRIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...tutoring sessions namin tuwing umaga, recess at lunch; kasungitan, kalandian, mga kwentuhan namin sa cafeteria tuwing dismissal, at higit sa lahat ang busilak niyang kalooban. Pinakamiss ko 'to sa lahat! I wish you the best in UPD! I'm so proud of you! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;15 MIGGY ECHANIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga panahong magkasama kami tuwing recess and lunch para kumain, mga kulitan, mga asaran, tawanan, at mga gimmicks na walang patawad! Hope we can still do it now that we're still gonna be in the same school this coming semester (nyarx, f na f na ang college eh noh!). Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;16 IGGY ESTEPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kakulitan, kalokohan, at mga kwentuhan sa loob at labas ng klase (YM). 'Wag kang mag-alala, magkakasama ulit tayo ng isa pang taon sa bandang Ermita. Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;17 MAC² EVANGELISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kahibangan, mga panlalait, pang-aasar, his smile and leadership as our 4-M class president! Nax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;18 JAKE FLORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga hirit niya tuwing may klase, mga eye contacts namin kapag nakakapansin kami ng mga maling pronounciations ng aming mga teachers, at yung mga biruan namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;19 CP GARCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga kalokohan nito, mga seryosong kwentuhan, at biruan. Miss ko na rin ang dorm niya sa Katipunan! He-He! Kita-kits tayo ulit doon Mr. Ex-President! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;20 CEMIR GATPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga shy type moments niya, mga times na kinukulit ko siya sa sobrang tahimik. Cemir, smile naman diyan! LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;21 TAN² GAVIÑO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga hirit na 'di matawaran, mga oras na nagpapaturo ako sa kaniya sa Matematika, at lalo na ang mga kwentuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;22 ANDREW ILAGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga biruan namin, pag-react, at pag-arté! Da best 'yun! Miss ko na 'yung mga expressions namin at lalo na 'yung kaniyang makapangyarihang pananalita sa mga talumpati. Good luck sa BFATA! Kayang-kaya mo 'yan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;23 CARLO LENON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...talino niya, pati ang kakulitan niyang very unexpected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;24 KEVIN MARIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...salamin niya, pangungulit niya sa'kin, kalandian, at ang kaniyang pamimisil ng... Ha-Ha! Ü Da bam ka! Kita-kits ulit tayo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;25 KIKO MIJARES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...buhok niyang bouncy, pag-play ng piano (Underscore!), at kakulitan! Isang taon pa tayong magsasama, 'wag kang mag-alala! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 NOEL MILLARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...concern niya, kwentuhan sa phone, pagsabay ko sa kanila papunta't pauwi ng school nung HS, mga advising sessions, and of course, yung pangungulit niya sa'kin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;27 LEONARD MONTEMAYOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pagiging forever na ingat-yaman ng klase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;28 DONDEE MUNSAYAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pagiging helpful niya in everything lalo na sa organization namin, ang Samahan sa Filipino (SSF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;29 DAN NAPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mga pagsutsot niya sa akin pag nag-iingay ako sa klase at mga kwentuhan. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 ROY PAREDES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...boses niyang rumerepeke, mga kanta niya, mga hirit at expressions, tawanan, mga biruin, kwentuhan and most especially his costumes when we have presentations in the class! Roy, miss na miss na kita, magpakita ka naman na sa'kin oh! He-He! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;31 DENNIS PARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...init ng ulo, mga kwentuhan, at ang aming mga asaran! Hamishoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;32 MAO PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...lokohan namin, conversations, invitations in their rest house in Antipolo, and charm. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;33 ICE REYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pagiging movie buff, obsession sa video camera at photos, cramming, gimmicks, ang kaniyang Ford na sasakyan, Burgundy overnights, Eastwood escapades, at ang iyong pananalita ng English! He-He! Miss you, Ice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;34 ALI SANGALANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang ka-kengkoyan, of course, mga hirit niyang walang patawad, biruan, his pleasing personality, and his payaso look! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;35 RAYMOND SANTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kind-heartedness, asaran, kulitan, and his pleasant look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;36 GREGGY SANTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pagiging game niya sa lahat ng bagay (eh modelo ba naman?), asaran, kulitan, at conversations namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37 MIKE SY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...siyempre wala akong mamimiss sa sarili ko. Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;38 MANNY TANGLAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pagiging funny aura, pangungulit, pagtawag sakin ng mahabang "Maaaayykk!", at siyempre, yung kaniyang red, salagubang-shaped, exotic car! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;39 AHMED TILLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pagiging opinionated niya, mga kwentuhan namin tungkol kay Hitler and the Jews, mga oras na nag-da-dyad work kami, mga Muslim outfits niya, ang kaniyang &lt;em&gt;kris&lt;/em&gt;, at ang kaniyang pagiging mabait na tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;40 GREG VILLANUEVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...pangungulit niya sa'kin, his curls, and his confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;41 MIKO ZEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kaniyang pagiging galante forever and ever, mga kwentuhan namin, yung &lt;em&gt;for the first time in historey!&lt;/em&gt;, mga bonding sessions namin with Jeff, mga hangouts sa bahay nila, lalo na ang kaniyang treat sa Italianni's! Miss you Miko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;42 GALILEO GONZAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...kabaitan at busilak na kalooban, pagtawa, biruan, kulitan, at ang kaniyang pagiging keng-koy! Miss ka na namin Gali, sobra! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;» Maraming salamat sa pagbabasa. Comment lang kayo kung may mali or corrections. 'Wag kayong mahiya. Ü Jess bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111375412593416495?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111375412593416495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111375412593416495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111375412593416495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111375412593416495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/ano-nga-ba-ang-nami-miss-ko-sa-m2005.html' title='Ano nga ba ang nami-miss ko sa M2005?'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111371881099313453</id><published>2005-04-17T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:21:32.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Again" by Faith Evans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know her, Faith Evans? Familiar, she whould be. Wala lang, nakita ko lang yung latest video niya kanina sa MYX channel. The new single that she released is entitled "Again". Ang ganda lang ng message ng song niya, particularly the chorus, kaya I want to share it with you, guys. Here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t take away the rain 'coz I know it made me who I am&lt;br /&gt;If I had to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned so much from my mistakes that’s how I know He is watching me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the complete lyrics in your favorite browser. Read the lyrics, it's undoubtedly inspiring. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111371881099313453?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111371881099313453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111371881099313453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111371881099313453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111371881099313453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/again-by-faith-evans.html' title='&quot;Again&quot; by Faith Evans'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111371549499975337</id><published>2005-04-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:27:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee;color:black;" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Personality Disorder Test Results&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;62%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;62%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Borderline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;62%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;66%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt;Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say that this test is not that accurate. When I say, "Mataas" it just means that the percentage is above 50% and when I say, "Mababa" it just means that the percentage is below 50%. (Ayan eh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARANOID 62 %&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Mataas ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I am paranoid on some things, especially when it comes to feelings. Yung feeling ko galit si ganito, si ganyan sa'kin? And when I feel that something is not right, I feel really uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHIZOID 34%&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ Mababa ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. Hindi naman kasi ako nakakakita o nakakarinig ng mga kung anu-ano. But of course, sometimes, I daydream on my future and a lot of good things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SCHIZOTYPAL 42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;~ Mababa ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. Hindi nga ako wirdo. I don't dress weird, I just want to be different, you know individuality. And, true, I don't have odd beliefs like magic and stuff. It's really scary being this type of person, well as for me. Ha-Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ANTISOCIAL 62%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;~ Mataas ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;False&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pwede bang idemanda yung gumawa nung test na 'yan? Hatulan bang antisocial ako? Hindi po. In fact, socializing with people is my passion. I'd die if I don't mingle. I believe that I am a sanguine person and that's very contradictory to the verdict of this test. He-He!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BORDERLINE 26%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mababa ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I'm a stable person I must say. Wala naman akong problema sa pakikisama, sa sarili ko, nakokontrol ko pa naman ang esmosyon ko at hindi ako bayolenteng tao. He-He! In short, I'm normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HISTRIONIC 62%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mataas ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. Madrama rin akong tao. OA pa kung minsan. I must say that I am really an emotional person. 'Wag lang sosobra. Iba na kasi 'yun. People won't like it if it's too much. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NARCISSISTIC 66%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mataas ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I'm kind of vain pero hindi ako self-conceited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AVOIDANT 18%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mababa ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I'm a sensitive person, pero not over. I accept criticisms, too. I keep the ones that will help me to be a better person and throw away the ones that won't. And, as what I've mentioned above, I don't like to avoid people, in fact, I want to be with them. I'm also confident of myself, and not a shy type person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DEPENDENT 30%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mababa ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I like to be independent and I can be one 'coz now I'm starting, He-He! I can do things alone if I want to. But, not all. Of course, I am still incomplete without the people who raised me (my family) and has been with me through the years (my friends).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE 90%&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mataas ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;True&lt;/u&gt;. I believe that I have this disorder already. Joke lang! Hmm, totoong-totoo ito sa akin. Maybe I don't have the disorder, but I may have the symptoms. Alamin n'yo nalang kung ano yung OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder), may pagkaganon ako. I just want everything to be in order, nawiwindang ako when I see disorganization! He-He!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wala lang. Bored eh. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111371549499975337?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111371549499975337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111371549499975337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111371549499975337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111371549499975337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111366079794979184</id><published>2005-04-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:17:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ice Cream Flavor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table width="280" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:16;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111366079794979184?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111366079794979184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111366079794979184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111366079794979184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111366079794979184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-ice-cream-flavor.html' title='My Ice Cream Flavor...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111364483403198186</id><published>2005-04-16T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:50:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahaghari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/desert_rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/desert_rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a rainbow always after the rain.&lt;/em&gt; 'Di ba? Anuman ang dinaraanan mong pagsubok, malalampasan mo rin 'yan, 'wag kang mag-alala. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111364483403198186?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111364483403198186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111364483403198186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111364483403198186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111364483403198186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/bahaghari_111364483403198186.html' title='Bahaghari'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111362854231990015</id><published>2005-04-16T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:49:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astig Nito! Subukan N'yo! Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Inner European is French!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/french.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart and sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's Your Inner European? If you wanna know, click the link below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waw! Pranses daw ako... Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111362854231990015?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111362854231990015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111362854231990015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111362854231990015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111362854231990015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/astig-nito-subukan-nyo.html' title='Astig Nito! Subukan N&apos;yo! Ü'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111347432327187035</id><published>2005-04-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:26:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako at si EJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/Mike%20&amp;%20EJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/Mike%20%26%20EJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako 'to kasama ang aking pinsan, si EJ! Kinuha 'yan sa loob ng van na sinasakyan namin pauwi ng Manila mula sa Ilocos Sur. Uunahan ko na kayo, hindi ko siya sinasakal diyan sa ritratong 'yan. He-He! Mukha naman kaming masaya eh. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111347432327187035?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111347432327187035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111347432327187035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111347432327187035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111347432327187035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/ako-at-si-ej.html' title='Ako at si EJ'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111347403188235551</id><published>2005-04-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:27:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako at ang Pug-os Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/Beach%20pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/Beach%20pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako 'yan. Nakaupo sa bangka sa dalampasigan ng Pug-os beach sa Cabugao, Ilocos Sur (ang aking pinakamamahal na probinsiya). Kararating ko lang mula roon kung kaya't ngayon lang din ako nag-post ng entry dito sa blog ko. Apat na taon na rin akong hindi nakakapunta doon, ngayon lang ulit. Miss ko na nga yang dagat na 'yan eh kasi simula pa nung bata ako, diyan na talaga kami naliligo kapag nagbabakasyon ako sa probinsiya. Ansaya! Buti nalang at malinis pa rin ang dagat; sariwa pa rin ang hangin doon. Sana'y tumagal pa ang taglay na kagandahang hatid ng pook na ito. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111347403188235551?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111347403188235551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111347403188235551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111347403188235551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111347403188235551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/ako-at-ang-pug-os-beach.html' title='Ako at ang Pug-os Beach'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111286076593435989</id><published>2005-04-07T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:03:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss ko na ang mga Emboys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/Image(08).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/Image%2808%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na sila, ang &lt;strong&gt;M2005. &lt;/strong&gt;Ritrato ito mula sa isa naming pag-eensayo para sa aming maikling pelikula. Naganap ito noong 2004 pa. Ansarap lang gunitain. Ang mga nasa ritratong ito ay si (mula kaliwa pakanan): Ice, Miggy, Nikolai, BJ, Ahmed, Martin, Donnuelle, Noel, Parmz, at Cemir! &lt;em&gt;Miss you guys&lt;/em&gt;, magkita-kita tayong muli...  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111286076593435989?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111286076593435989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111286076593435989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111286076593435989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111286076593435989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/miss-ko-na-ang-mga-emboys.html' title='Miss ko na ang mga Emboys!'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111285941162107521</id><published>2005-04-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:55:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Anak Ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/Wacky%20HiHos!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/400/Wacky%20HiHos%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga TD &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt; ko. Si Christian, Rosneil (yung naka-&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;), Abigail (yung naka-&lt;em&gt;blue&lt;/em&gt;), Mary Grace at si Liezel. Kulang pa riyan sina Natasha at si Genel (ang kanilang &lt;em&gt;valedictorian&lt;/em&gt;, nax!). Nagtapos sila kahapon sa &lt;em&gt;SSS Village Elementary School&lt;/em&gt;. Sayang nga lang at hindi ako nakapunta kahapon gawa nang hindi kanais-nais na pangyayari rito sa aming bahay. &lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, gusto ko lang silang i-&lt;em&gt;congratulate&lt;/em&gt; sa kanilang pagtatapos sa mababang paaralan. Alam kong magiging matagumpay sila sa kanilang pag-aaral pagtuntong nila sa hayskul, maging sa kolehiyo, matatalino 'yan eh! Mahal na mahal ko sila at hinding-hindi ko sila makakalimutan. &lt;em&gt;Miss&lt;/em&gt; ko na silang lahat! Sana magkita kaming muli... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111285941162107521?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111285941162107521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111285941162107521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111285941162107521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111285941162107521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/mga-anak-ko.html' title='Mga Anak Ko...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111284649817274931</id><published>2005-04-07T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:01:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Tulang Inaalay Ko Sa Mga Taong Hindi Nakaiintindi Sa Akin</title><content type='html'>Moda: gustong lumaban at pagod na pagod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know joy in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has no markers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet leads to fulfillment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is crowded with signs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Haven Trevino (The Tao of Healing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111284649817274931?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111284649817274931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111284649817274931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111284649817274931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111284649817274931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-tulang-inaalay-ko-sa-mga-taong.html' title='Ang Tulang Inaalay Ko Sa Mga Taong Hindi Nakaiintindi Sa Akin'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111215099339384214</id><published>2005-03-30T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:16:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Pasasalamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moda: tulala at naiiyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Humihina na ang ihip ng hangin... Kaunti na lamang, titila na rin ang bagyo... Ambon na lamang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Para sa lahat ng mga taong umakay sa'kin, nakialam, nagpalakas, at sa mga nag-udyok sa'kin, maraming, maraming salamat sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Salamat sa'yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew I. ~ Anjo ~ Ardi ~ Brian C. ~ Caré ~ Cheska A. ~ Cookie ~ Dima ~ Eka ~ Erwin A. ~ Ate Gretch ~ Henson ~ Ian Bantows ~ Ice ~ Papi ~ Ivy ~ Jacky ~ Karenini ~ Kaycee ~ Leo ~ Mac-Mac ~ Maria ~ Mary-Anne ~ Mela ~ Mian ~ Micay ~ Miggy ~ Mikkolo ~ Monchet ~ Noel ~ Nyko ~ PdG ~ Patty F. ~ Martin C. ~ Ray ~ Roger ~ Santi ~ Teller ~ Timi ~ Tyson ~ Ser Edu ~ Ate Nenet ~ Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Gusto ko kayong yakapin lahat... Salamat sa pangingialam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Hindi na talaga ako makakapunta sa &lt;em&gt;class outing&lt;/em&gt; namin. c: Enjoy nalang kayo for me. I miss you guys! Mabuhay kayong mga Emboy! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111215099339384214?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111215099339384214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111215099339384214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111215099339384214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111215099339384214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/03/mga-pasasalamat.html' title='Mga Pasasalamat'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111191097654695684</id><published>2005-03-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:17:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tema ng Isang Peregrino</title><content type='html'>Moda: banas at yamot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gusto ko lang ibahagi rito ang koro ng kantang umantig sa aking damdamin noong araw ng aming pagtatapos, ang &lt;em&gt;Pilgrim's Theme&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I’ll follow the voice that calls within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance to the silent song it sings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to find my place, so my life will fall in place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know in time I’ll find my place in the greater scheme of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat Shoolee. Nakita ko lang ito sa &lt;em&gt;blog &lt;/em&gt;mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111191097654695684?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111191097654695684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111191097654695684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111191097654695684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111191097654695684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/03/tema-ng-isang-peregrino.html' title='Tema ng Isang Peregrino'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111190939934677419</id><published>2005-03-27T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:51:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nawiwindang! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/640/Mahayk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/162/4371/320/Mahayk.jpg" 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/11670967-111190939934677419?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111190939934677419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111190939934677419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111190939934677419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111190939934677419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/03/nawiwindang.html' title=''/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11670967.post-111190782289409945</id><published>2005-03-27T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:55:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tama si Eka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Buhay ang aking puso. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dapat kong sundin ang tinitibok nito. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hindi ako dapat magpapatalo sa mga kinatatakutan ko. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salamat kaibigan ko... Salamat sa'yo Eka. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11670967-111190782289409945?l=mhuyksy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/feeds/111190782289409945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11670967&amp;postID=111190782289409945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111190782289409945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11670967/posts/default/111190782289409945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuyksy.blogspot.com/2005/03/tama-si-eka.html' title='Tama si Eka...'/><author><name>mhuyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597006299285844611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5822/956/1600/Kainis,%20ang%20vain!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
